Breaking Laura (Hollybourne School for Slaves) (6 page)

Breaths coming hard, Laura
rotated her hips in time with her hand, crying out as two thick fingers invaded
her folds and curled, making her stomach clench. Hunter worked his fingers
vigorously and she could smell her arousal and hear the squelch of her sopping
cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screamed
as her sheath tightened around his digits. He urged her to work her hand
quicker and she thrashed desperately. The pleasure bubbled and cascaded
suddenly over her making her legs jerk as Hunter’s two fingers moved in
leisurely circles against her g-spot.

Vision clearing, she peered down
to see him eyeing her with satisfaction. Damn that smug smile was sexy. He slid
up her body and brought his fingers to her lips.

“Taste it,” he ordered.

Laura grimaced and tentatively
licked at his damp fingertips. It wasn’t actually that bad though it still felt
ridiculously sordid. He thread his digits in between her lips and circled them
inside her mouth, mimicking a kiss. His eyes never left hers. Moisture gathered
in her mouth as she flicked a glance to his lips.

“You taste gorgeous,” he
murmured. “You are gorgeous,” Hunter added gruffly before yanking away his hand
and replacing it with his mouth, gripping onto her hair as he devoured her.

She was lost.

Whatever the hell this was there
was more to it than attraction. There was more to it than a teacher/pupil
thing. There was more to it than she really wanted.

If they went down this road - as
much as she wanted to fight it – what would happen if he found out the truth?
What would happen if – no -
when
he found out she was an undercover
reporter?

************

Read the
final part of Laura’s story here:
Hunting
Laura

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