PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories novel PROFESSOR KELVIN

Mia

The hallway was quiet, but inside the student bathroom, my heart was screaming.

I was pushed up against the cold porcelain surface of the sink. My skirt was hiked up to my waist, and my breath was coming in short, jagged gasps. I’m Mia, would be 21 in two months.

I'm the girl most people would term the secret whore of the school. But I didn't give a fuck. At least I was better than Sarah—the open whore. I fuck only ‘dicks that matters.’

Jax, the school hockey captain, had his hands buried in my hair, pulling my head back so he could bite at my neck.

"Ahhh fuck! Yes… oh, fuck yes…" I moaned. “Go faster Jax. Fuck… oh… fuck.”

"Bring your voice down, Mia. Someone’s gonna walk in," Jax whispered, even though he didn't sound like he cared. He was moving inside me, hard and fast, his thrusts making my face slap against the porcelain surface.

"Let… ah… fuck… them.. hear," I shot back as I arched my back, pushing my ass further against him, inviting him to go deeper. I loved the risk. I loved knowing that at any second, a janitor or a Dean could walk through that door.

He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips. He was hitting that perfect spot, and I was seconds away from losing my mind.

“Oohhh ohhh ohh yes… faster Jax ahhh Yesss ohh I'm.. ahh… yess. Oh..”

My eyes were squeezed shut, my fingers clawing into the smooth surface of the sink. I was already feeling the waves of release coming at me.

Bang!

The heavy door swung open.

Jax froze. He stopped moving instantly, his body stiffening, but he was still solidly buried inside me. He hid his face in the crook of my neck. I knew he was terrified, especially with the way he held his breath.

We were waiting for a shout, a lecturer’s voice, or the sound of someone running to get the Dean.

My eyes flew open, and I looked straight into the big bathroom mirror. Through the reflection, I saw the door.

A man walked in.

He wasn't a student. He was older, tall, and built like a hulk in a perfectly tailored ash suit and a dark tie. As he walked in, I expected him to freeze, or maybe gasp—anything.

But he didn't.

He didn't stop. He didn't even look in the direction we were in. He absolutely did not acknowledge the fact that a girl was arching her naked ass up for the school captain right in front of the sinks. In the school bathroom!

"Jax," I whispered, my pussy already pulsing at that level of nonchalance. "Keep going."

"Are you insane?" Jax hissed, his voice low but trembling. "There's someone here!"

EXACTLY! That was the main reason why I wanted him to keep going. I looked at the man in the mirror, and a thought flashed through my head: I wanted him to see. I thrust my hips backward, forcing Jax to move.

"Ahhhhhh… Jax!" I let out a loud, shaky moan as I watched the mirror.

The man walked right up to the sink next to us. He was so close I could smell his expensive cologne. He turned on the faucet, and the water gushed out. I watched him as he pumped soap into his large, steady hands.

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