Page 33 of Cruel (Brutal Academy)

“I… Mmm…”

She came, panting and moaning, the most beautiful singing I ever heard. Her back arched, breath fast. Just watching and listening almost made me lose my load then and there. She was a fucking goddess. One I fully intended to worship forever.

Finally, she flopped down against the mattress and lay still for a while, catching her breath until both guys pulled their hands from her delicious pussy.

I waited until she was ready and rolled us over until she was straddling me. She looked down at me and smiled before she lowered herself onto my cock.

“Holy fuck.” She always felt like the best kind of heaven.

Hunter opened the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube. He handed it to Slade.

"Only if you're sure?" Slade said to Lila, his head cocked to the side.

Her eyes were round. "God, yes please," she panted.

Under Hunter’s gentle guidance, she leaned forward.

Slade slathered lube over her rear hole. He tossed the lube aside and stretched her slowly and carefully with a finger, then another.

“Please,” she breathed.

He positioned himself behind her and slid inside her gradually, stopping every few moments to stretch her before he slid in all the way. The tip of his cock bumped into mine, separated only by a wall of muscle. An eloquent grunt slid from between the teacher’s lips.

“So fucking good.”

“Fuck yeah,” I breathed. Sheathed in her warmth, while feeling Slade filling her ass was beyond bliss. I don’t know what it was. There’s no word for anything this incredible. It doesn’t need one. This moment was just for us.

Hunter knelt beside her and slid his cock into her mouth.

I glanced over to see the same more-than-bliss expression I probably wore. We went through hell and we fucking survived. We deserved this moment for ourselves. This and more.

I looked back at Lila, her mouth full of cock.

“I love you,” I told her.

Her smile around Hunter’s dick was all the answer I needed. She loved me too.

Slade set the rhythm, thrusting into her and pushing her onto us. Over and over, slow as honey at midnight in the middle of winter, but warmer. Definitely that sweet though. Sweeter.

No one hurried. None of us wanted to. This could be our last night together. We needed to make it last as long as we could. To cherish every sensation.

Finally, Slade increased the rhythm. He drove us all harder and harder until one by one, we all came. Shattered apart into a million fragments before we came back together, sweating, but oh-so fucking satisfied.

CHAPTER13

PARKER

"Hey, asshole," I said cheerfully. That wasn't the customary way to greet a teacher, even at Brutham, but in Dane DiMarco's case, it was appropriate.

He glanced up from his computer screen. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. He composed himself quickly. Not quickly enough, but he tried.

"Well, if it isn't the Brantley brats." He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. His resemblance to Asher was subtle. Where Asher was blonde, Dane had dark hair to match his soul. Asher got the smiles and personality, while Dane got the suspicious nature and asshole vibe.

"Not expecting to see us?" Hunter sat on the corner of Dane's desk. "I bet you weren't. Not until Chloe told you the time was right anyway."

I sat on the other corner. "Dude, you are the very definition of pussy whipped."

Dane laughed. "Pot, meet kettle. What are you doing here?"

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