Page 30 of Depraved Boys

“Y-you’re twisting my words.”

“I’m reading your intentions, and they want me naked and on top of you.” He pulled off his tie. “Scholars need money just as much as I do.”

“W-what are you doing?”

He unbuttoned his shirt to the sternum, exposing prominent pectoral muscles that strained under golden skin. “We don’t have to go all the way right here. I can warm you up on the bench and take you back to my room to finish the job.”

“I’m n-not going anywhere with you.” My eyes lingered over his shirt. If he took it off, it might serve as a sort of toga while his blazer jacket covered my back.

“We’ll do it here, then. I promise to make it worth your while.” He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed that beautifully muscled torso.

My mouth dropped open. “I-I…” Whatever I was going to say disappeared into the ether, along with all thoughts of escape. It didn’t matter how many times I saw him naked and under what circumstances, Leopold was magnificent. “No.”

“I know that look,” his voice was hypnotic.

He unbuttoned his pants, unzipped its placket and unleashed his erection. Up close, it was even bigger, even thicker, and even more mouth-watering.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked.

I shook my head. If I spoke, I might betray myself and say yes.

“Show me those great, big tits.”

My hand twitched toward the towel before common sense slapped me upside the head. This was the pull-a-pig game. Even if Leopold was upfront about his intentions, I would still end up a meme or a cautionary tale. And what if those girls were behind the door with cameras?

“Kiss it,” he rasped.

My tongue darted out to wet my lips.

Leopold groaned. “That’s it. Now lean forward and lick the cum off my thick cock head.”

My eyes locked in on the bead of precum glistening on his slit, and I swallowed hard. Was this how a snake felt when it was being charmed? I could almost hear the reedy melodies of the pungi that the charmers played for their cobras.

My head swayed from side to side as I studied the fascinating organ up close. Heat and wetness gathered in my core. Every nerve ending burned with the urge to taste him, but Geraldine’s challenge doused that desire.

Leopold’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Before you suck me off, I have to tell you something.”

My gaze flicked to his handsome face. “I’m not going to—”

“You’ll suck me, and you’ll find it delicious. Then you’ll get on your hands and knees and let me plow into your virgin pussy. I’ll make it the best experience of your life, but you have to understand it’s a one-time thing.” He paused for effect. “It probably won’t happen again.”

“What?” His words hadn’t quite sunk through my penis-induced daze.

“It’s rare that I return to a girl after I’ve had her and even rarer that I return for a third go.”

A boulder of shock hit me in the gut, and my mouth gaped open. Leopold hadn’t really said that… Had he?

“So, what do you say, Piglet?” he purred. “Are you going to give me a little lick?”

Anger seared through my veins, and I snatched my gaze away from his organ and glared into his eyes.

Leopold’s face fell. “Piglet?”

I didn’t even have to look at that erection to know its location. The organ was so long, so thick, so prominent, it took up an entire quarter of my peripheral vision. My hands balled into fists, and I pictured the boxing matches Dad used to watch. Mohammed Ali, Sugar Ray Leonard, and Floyd Patterson.

Then I delivered an uppercut to his balls with my right then a left hook to his proud length.

He doubled over, his aquamarine eyes wide and filling with water, and his hands clutching a rapidly shrinking erection. “Oh, f-fuck. Y-you’ve just sunk the big dipper.”