Page 155 of Depraved Boys

If I’d known that leaving Brittas Academy would result in these kinds of pleasures, I would have quit the morning the boys had first brought me back from the hideout.

He stroked a path of sensation around my sensitive bundle of nerves. “I want to pleasure you with my fingers until you come apart, then you can straddle me and smother my face with your breasts.”

A wave of ecstasy shot through my insides and had my teeth worrying my bottom lip. “You really want me to suffocate you with my boobs?”

“Show no mercy.” He dipped two fingers into my core, stretching me open and rubbed the heel of my hand against my clit. “Then, grip my cock and milk me dry.”

He circled his hips and rubbed his erection against my ass. I reached back and wrapped my fingers around his thick organ, making him hiss. “Carry on like that, and I’ll be the one coming apart at your hands.”

“You want me to let go?”

“Don’t pump it until your breasts are in my face.

I chuckled. “You’re obsessed.”

“Guilty and proud of it.”

The hand pumping its fingers in and out of my core sped up, and he pulled and tweaked my nipples, adding to my pleasure. I rocked my hips against the heel of his hand, enjoying the feel of my clit sliding against his flesh. It was just like the bed baths, when he’d given me so much attention with his tongue. Only this time, he wasn’t so gentle on my nipples.

I cried out with the intensity of the sensations and squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure mounted, filling my belly, chest, and throat until I thought it would spill out of my ears.

Leopold’s fingers continued that delicious back and forth movement, and I pictured him being less of a gentleman and sticking that hot, thick, pulsing erection into my hungry core.

I was ready for it—ready for anything, and I opened my mouth to tell him I needed more than just fingers when a tidal wave of pleasure knocked the words out of my head.

A powerful spasm made my hips stiffen, and I drew in a shard breath through my teeth. Heartbeats later, my muscles released the most intense sensations. Pulse after pulse of pleasure rippled through my core, and I threw my head back onto Leopold’s shoulder and cried out.

His lips crashed onto mine, and he swallowed my howls and moans of ecstasy in a dizzying kiss.

Afterward, as I caught my breath, Leopold sucked on his fingers and moaned out his pleasure. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

I let out a long, satisfied breath. “That was amazing.”

“Wait until you ride the big dipper.” He gave me a gentle pat on the hip. “Someone owes me a pair of tits in the face. Up you get.”

With a giggle, I got on my hands and knees and straddled Leopold. As soon as I sat upright, my head spun, and I steadied my hands on his gorgeous, hard pecs. “One second.”

He placed both hands on my breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Take your time. There’s plenty to occupy me while I wait.”

I tried to blink my eyes back into focus, but he was a blur. My head spun, and all the pleasurable feelings ebbed away, leaving me panicked and shaky and bewildered. Orgasms weren’t supposed to have such detrimental effects.

“Wills?” he asked.

My eyes crossed, and I collapsed onto his chest.

The world felt like it was spinning out of control, and I couldn’t make it stop. I vaguely wondered if this was some unheard-of side effect of hypothermia because it was the first murder attempt that hadn’t resulted in my hospitalization.

Leopold kept stroking my back and my hair, assuring me that I would be alright, but the words faded into a blur of sound that added to my twisting and dizzying surroundings. I had to squeeze my eyes shut, but there was little I could do to block out his words delivered with the rapidity of a machine gun.

Each beat of my heart resounded through my body like a shockwave. A groan slipped from my lips. Something was deathly wrong with me. Grape-sized beads of sweat rolled down my brow and soaked into the mattress, and my limbs wouldn’t stop trembling.

“Leo.” The word came out as an incoherent groan. “Stop talking for a minute.”

A wave of darkness enveloped me, occasionally ebbing with new sounds and sensations.

“Does she have any allergies?” a woman asked.

“None that she’s mentioned.” Leopold sounded panicked.