Chapters (37)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- About This Book
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Excerpt The Tangle of Awful
The next few seconds are a frenzy of yanking at buttons and tearing away clothes. I bend her over the copy machine and bury my cock deep in her slick heat. Fuck, she feels good. Always wet and ready for me.
“Callum,” Willa whines. “Oh, God.”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” I growl, covering her mouth with my hand. “Someone could hear. You don’t want to get into trouble.”
Her pussy clenches around my cock. She’s a good girl, but she sure does love being bad with me.
I fuck her fast and hard, turned on by the idea of getting caught. The machine creaks and groans beneath our combined weight pushing against it. I hope we fucking break it. Sliding my hand from her mouth to her throat, I bury my nose in her hair and squeeze her slender neck. Her entire body quakes as her orgasm detonates. It sets me off seconds later. I pump into her hard and deep, shooting thick shots of cum inside of her. When she’s good and filled and boneless after our quick fuck, I smile against her sweaty neck.
“Love you, sweetheart. So fucking much.”
“I love you too,” she murmurs breathily. “Now take me home.”
“My good girl’s going to skip class?”
“Mmhmm.” She laughs softly. “Maybe you could punish me for skipping.”
Dirty girl.
I reach over and grab a ruler off one of the shelves and smack it down onto the copy machine. “Put this in your backpack. We’re going to need it later.”
I’m still buried in my girl, despite my cock half hard and completely spent. I could fuck her again, but we’ll be in a rush and someone could find us. What I have in store for her later requires for us to be alone and for many, many hours.
“Promise?”
I pull out of her and admire the cum that runs out of her like a leaky faucet. I snatch the ruler and give her ass cheek a quick pop that makes her yelp.
“Promise, sweetheart. Now pull your panties up before all my cum leaves your pretty pussy. We can’t have that, can we?”
She shakes her head and dutifully pulls up her panties and jeans. God, she’s so fucking perfect.
Perfect and mine. Forever mine.
No one will ever take her away from me.
I hope you enjoyed Callum and Willa’s story!
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About the Author
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “Tornado Alley” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
To see the full list of K Webster’s books, visit authorkwebster.com/all-books