His Undoing by Aria Grace Read Free Book Online Page B

her other nipple. She bounced up and down on my shaft and I laid still in utter fascination. It felt good, but I knew that it wasn’t supposed to just feel good.
    By the way she was acting, there was something that I was missing, although there wasn’t any way to articulate it without having experienced it. I watched her slide one hand between her legs and dig into herself as she rode me even faster.
    The audio, visual and tactile stimulations were all too much for me to bear any longer. I lifted my hips in a quick rhythm to meet her body as it slammed into me and I let go.
    I felt the orgasm come and go quickly, though thoroughly. It was...nice.  Meanwhile, Maggie was moaning and tweaking and pinching at herself in a way that told me she really didn’t need me there at all. I was just a warm cock to ride but she knew how to take care of herself. Thank God!
    Before I had completely softened, her body gave into her own ministrations and she convulsed in pleasure. I was relieved that she was satisfied and I was off the hook for trying to get her off. Not only did I have no idea how to, I didn’t have much interest.
    “That was amazing,” she whispered into my ear as she rolled off of me and cuddled into my side.
    “You are amazing,” I said with no exaggeration. That girl had single-handedly gotten both of us off and didn’t even realize it. Good for her.
    “I really like you, Mike.” Shit. That was not what I wanted to hear. I was wondering how to break up with her while she was basking in the afterglow.
    “I like you too, Maggie.” I did like her. A lot. But, there was no avoiding the fact that I didn’t feel any of the passion toward her that she deserved. But, that was a conversation for another time.
    I lay still on her bed as she curled into me and fell asleep. Once I was sure that she was passed out, I extracted myself from her arms and got dressed. It was still fairly early and there were several groups of people hanging out downstairs when I walked out.
    I felt like it was a walk of shame but based on the whistles and comments I heard on my way out, I guess some people felt otherwise.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    Walking back to my dorm, I was stuck in my head, as usual. When I heard rustling between two buildings, I was startled but didn’t look up until I heard a low cry.
    “Help, anyone, I need help.” I strained to see who was calling but it was too dark so I rushed to the alley to see what was going on. There was a guy hunched over a trash can.
    “Hey, man, are you okay?” I pulled out my phone to call 911 when he suddenly stood up and knocked it out of my hand.
    “ Mikey. It’s great to see you again.” That voice. I’d heard it before. It was the same terrifying voice that haunted my sleep. He was my attacker. The one that pulled down my pants and planned to ‘teach me a lesson.’
    Before I could run or scream , I felt his huge fist pound into my stomach. I was doubled over but determined to stay conscious. I needed to remember his face and be able to identify him to the police...assuming he let me live this time. He grabbed one shoulder and pulled me up the wall of the building.
    “Don’t make a sound or this will be much worse...” His threat was cut off as he was thrown into the wall beside me. Brett quickly assessed my state before pounding into the giant now crumpled at my feet.
    Brett kicked the guy in his side before rolling him over. He froze when he finally got a look at the asshole. “Steve, you mother fucker. What the fuck are you doing?” Brett grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up the wall , dragging him to the other side of the alley.
    They argued for a few moments and Brett punched him a few more times. By the way the guy was leaning to one side, I guessed he had a few cracked ribs of his own.
    “Mike, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked leaving the guy unconscious in a heap.
    “Yeah, I dropped my phone. Can I use yours to call the