Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (68 page)

“I don’t have time for boys, Nico,” I said. “I will be
seeing Professor Teresi in a few short hours.”

“You’re still going on about him?” Nico said and grabbed
my hips and pressed my ass into his cock. “He’s not going to have you, Lyric.
We’ve told you this. You’re setting yourself up for a big fall.”

“He
will
have me,” I said and dug my fingernails
into Nico’s thigh. “I demand it.”

“And I demand, you!” Nico said and pushed my chiffon
nightgown up over my thighs to my waist. “Such a lovely ass you have, Lyric.
Shall I shove my cock into that plump ass?”

“No!” I said and tensed.

“And what makes you think you have a choice, sister?” Nico
said and pushed his hands between my legs and rubbed my pussy. “It feels like
you’re ready for whatever I have to give you.”

Nico ran his fingertips between the wet folds of my pussy
lips as he breathed into my ear. He nibbled on my ear lobe and swirled his damp
fingers around my clit. He gave me shivers that started in the back of my legs
and ran up my ass to my lower back. I pressed my foot into the mattress and
spread my legs apart to give him better access to my pussy. I bounced up and
down on the bed as I grinded my pussy against his hand and my ass against his
hard cock.

“Fuck, Lyric,” Nico said into my ear, “you’re ready. Take
that nightgown off.”

I got up on my knees and slowly lifted my nightgown over
my head and threw it on the floor. Nico stood from the bed and yanked his boxer
briefs down. His cock sprang out and pointed straight to the ceiling. He bit
his full bottom lip and jacked his cock slowly in front of me. I grabbed my
tits and tweaked my nipples. Watching Nico turned me on and I was excited at
the thought of what was to come.

Nico is a beautiful boy. His mother was creole and
Italian, an absolutely stunning woman. Stunning, that is, until she slit her
own throat open with a jagged shard of glass when Papa came to take Nico from
her. Nico has smooth skin, the color of coffee blended with heavy cream and
hazel eyes which glitter with green flecks. Mica eyes, our maid Carla calls
them. He is an absolutely perfect specimen of a man. But then, our father chose
all of our mothers to ensure all his children were perfect specimens.

“You want to take me like this, brother?” I said after I
got on my hands and knees in the middle of my bed.

Nico knelt on the bed behind me and reached up between my
spread legs and rubbed my wet pussy. His fingers probed at my pussy as he
pushed my legs further apart with his knees. He laid his palm on my clit and
pressed. Nico rubbed my clit with his palm almost as good as I do it and he
made me very dizzy. My pussy was so wet, his palm glided across my throbbing
clit with ease and I almost came. He stopped rubbing my clit and he grabbed my
hips and yanked me toward him. He parted my ass cheeks with one hand as he
shoved his cock between my legs and grinded it against my pussy lips.

“Tell me you want me,” Nico said as he flicked the meaty
head of his cock back and forth across my clit. “Tell me that you want me to
fuck you hard. Now!”

“I want you to fuck me hard!” I said as I pumped my ass
back and forth against his hard, rippled stomach.

He pressed the head of his cock against the opening of my
pussy as he moved his hips forward. My pussy stretched a bit to let him in and
he inched the head of his cock into my cunt and then remained still.

“Do you want more?” Nico said.

“Yes...I want it all,” I said.

“You are such a  fucking little slut,” Nico said as he
pushed his cock inside me a little further. “I wonder if Papa knows what a slut
sweet Lyric is?”

Painfully slow, he eased a bit more of his cock into me
and stopped again when he was into my pussy mid-shaft. It was maddening,
really. I wanted to feel his wide, hard dick stuff me deep. But he was
perfectly still and just wanted to tease me. So I took matters into my
own...well, into my own cunt.

“Fuck you,” I said.

I jammed my ass backward toward him and impaled my pussy
onto his cock. I rocked back and forth on my knees slamming my pussy back and
forth over his rod. I took him in all the way to the wide root of his cock and
back out to its thick head. Nico moaned and reached around my hips and rubbed
my clit with his fingers. My pussy was filled with his beautiful mocha cock and
I felt I would never get enough of it. I backed my ass all the way up into him
and he leaned forward and rested his chest on my back. He rubbed my clit
quicker and reached toward my tits with his other hand and pinched one of my
nipples.

“I’m going to shoot a load deep into that tight pussy!”
Nico said. “Cum around my cock, you little slut. Be a good sister and cum
around my cock.”

Nico increased the pressure against my clit and I felt
that delicious tingle crawling up the back of my legs, through my ass and
explode in my pussy.

“Don’t fucking stop,” I said as I came. “I’m cumming
around your cock!”

The muscles in my pussy constricted hard against Nico’s
cock and he pumped his hips back and forth as my cunt gripped his shaft.

“Fuck!” Nico said as his body shook violently against
mine.

He released my nipple and my clit, dug his fingers in my
hips and slammed my cunt back against his cock as he rose up on his knees. He
lifted me off the bed as he came inside me and pulled my hips back into his body.

“Fucking tight, slut!” he said and I felt his warm cum
pump into my pussy.

He forced me flat on my stomach and lay on top of me. He
nibbled at my earlobe and ran his fingers through my hair as we both tried to
calm our breathing. His cock stayed hard inside my pussy for a while and I
wiggled my ass back and forth against his stomach and he moaned.

“Lyric,” he said and chuckled, “
that
is what got us
into this in the first place.”

We both laughed and I relaxed my pussy muscles to allow
his cock’s retreat.

“We better get up now,” I said as I slid out from under
Nico and stood next to my bed. “It’s six-thirty and I have to start getting
ready.”

“Are you still not interested in boys, Lyric?” Nico said
as he flipped over on his back and stretched out on my bed. “Do you still have
Professor Teresi in your
innocent
brain?”

“I want Professor Teresi, Nico,” I said as I pulled my
nightgown on, “and I will have him. I always get what I want.”

You may think what happened between me and Nico weird or
depraved or even insane. But Papa instructed us that there are no rules when it
comes to want and no boundaries when it comes to desire. You take
responsibility for your cravings and you sate. And I never had one of my
brothers. There should be a first time for everything.

And he was fucking incredible.

I showered and dressed in my uniform and joined my
brothers and sisters in the dining room for coffee. Carla wheeled a tray with
fruit and pastries into the room and made us gather by the window to take a
picture for our first day.

“Ah, look at my beautiful children!” Carla said as she
looked at the picture. “I am so proud of all of my children. Now eat, the car
will be here in thirty minutes.”

Carla was more a mother to us than our mothers were. Papa
took us all from our mothers we turned six years and six months old. On the
night he impregnated our mothers, Papa told them that he would come for us at
that time and he did. He also told our mothers after he fucked his seed into
them, they would kill themselves on that day and they did. Papa’s predictions
always come true.

“Here you are,” Papa said as he strolled into the dining
room and took a cup of coffee off the cart. “My, how smart you all look.”

Papa showered us with attention since we came to live with
him. He’s not the cold person you think he is. As I’ve said, there is no ugly
Beelzebub or horned creature named Lucifer...there is only Lucien Trucido, Papa
to us. A man you’d fuck if you stumbled across him.

“Serene,” my brother Julian said, “do you have Professor
Garrison for Chemistry this year?”

“No, I have Talbot. Lyric, who do you have?”

“Lyric only cares about her Literature teacher this year,
isn’t that right, Lyric?” my sister Rose said.

“Yeah, we talked about that earlier didn’t we, Lyric?”
Nico said and pinched my arm.

“Papa,” I said, “tell them all to leave me alone. I never
tease them about who they want. Alexander wanted that horrid Marci Gold from
the ice cream shop and I never gave him a hard time about that. Yet, they all
tease me.”

“Lyric’s right,” Papa said, “you should support your
sister. We all know how it feels to have a tender heart.”

My brothers and sisters hung their heads and I raised mine
higher. Papa smiled and sat at the head of the table.

“Thank you, Papa,” I said. “They all know how I feel about
Giovanni Teresi and they
should
be supporting me.”

“Lyric,” Alexander said, “we just don’t want you to get
shot down. Professor Teresi seems like a pretty straight arrow. Besides, he’s
married and his wife is fucking hot!”

“Don’t be crude,” Carla said and smacked Alexander on the
hand with Papa’s newspaper. “I don’t know about this hot nonsense that you
speak of, Alexander, but I do know that the three most beautiful girls in the
world are sitting in this room.”

“Carla is right,” Papa said and chuckled. “Alexander, even
the straightest arrow can be bent as long as you don’t give your intentions
away before your opponent is under your control.”

“Didn’t Sun Tzu say that?” Nico said.

“No,” Papa said with a twinkle in his eye, “
I
did.”

The doorman came over the intercom to let us know our car
was downstairs. We all downed our coffee and grabbed our book bags and kissed
Papa goodbye. He grabbed my arm as I walked away.

“Lyric, what is it you ultimately want from this Professor
Teresi?”

“As you’ve always taught us,” I said and kissed him on the
cheek, “complete worship. The ultimate gain is
always
complete worship.”

While my brothers and sisters chattered excitedly in the
car on the way to school, I fixed my makeup and tried to meditate a bit to calm
the flutters assaulting my tummy. I stared at Professor Teresi’s photo all
summer long. This is the first year I have one of his classes and I was so
excited I could pee my pants. Plus, I wanted to prove my brothers and sisters
wrong.

When the car arrived at the entrance to Wilton Day, we
looked out the window to see familiar faces and some new faces milling about
behind the gates. We filed out of the Town Car and walked up the stairs to the
double doors of the school. I watched the girls fawn all over my brothers and I
felt a bit jealous. The boys in school didn’t interest me as much as they did
my sisters. I only had one man on my mind.

“How are you feeling, Lyric?” Nico said as he held the
door open for me.

“My pussy hurts. You fucked me hard,” I said and giggled.

“I’ll make it hurt again tonight, if I don’t have another
date,” he said.

“Please, don’t do me any favors,” I said and walked down
the hall toward my first class.

I don’t have any classes with my brothers and sisters this
year. The Headmaster decided to separate us for our senior year. He told our
father that we should have a chance to make new connections during our last
year in high school. But we aren’t interested in other people, we only need
each other. I suspect he questions the fact that we’re all smart and wants to
see if we cheated off each other to get our perfect GPA’s. But, we don’t cheat.
We really are that smart. Papa demands it.

“Lyric, hello,” Julia Carmichael said as she plopped down
at the desk beside me. “How was your summer?”

Julia Carmichael is a pretty girl who lives in the
building next to ours with her mother and her mother’s new super-rich
boyfriend. She is also a big old whore. Rose said she was always trying to
shower with her in the girl’s locker room. Now that we’re able to freely pick
and choose our partners, I bet Rose will go for it if Julia wants it again. I
know I would.

“It was fantastic,” I said. “We had the most amazing time
in Madrid in June and of course, our birthdays were awesome.”

“That’s right...your birthdays. I was just talking to my
mother about how odd it is that you all were born on the same day. Totally
crazy.”

“Yes, crazy,” I said. “How was your summer?”

“Eh,” she said and groaned. “You know, Austria for those
horrible riding lessons my mother insists on. Talk about crazy. Who in their
right fucking mind insists a
Manhattan
child is versed in riding? And
speaking of riding, Lyric, there is one thing I would love to ride!”

I looked up and he was walking across the room carrying a
leather briefcase in one hand and a mug in the other. I sucked my breath in and
told my stomach to behave. Then I vowed to slit the whore’s throat if she made
a move toward him.

“Good morning,” Professor Teresi said, “and welcome back.
Before we begin, I want to say that I am proud to teach all of you in your last
year at Wilton Day.”

Giovanni Teresi was born in Boston and is
thirty-four-years old. His parents, Giovanni, Senior and Maria, came from
Umbria and are quite wealthy. He graduated
cum laude
from Commonwealth
School,
cum laude
from Boston College and
magna cum laude
from
Columbia. He was active in crew and plays football most Sundays with a group of
prep school teachers in Central Park. He came to Wilton Day a few years ago and
only teaches Literature to seniors. He lives in Greenwich Village in a modest,
but, nice building, is working on a novel and has a white Labrador Retriever
named Beau James. Oh, like you’ve never Internet stalked? And, unfortunately,
Professor Teresi is married to one Amy Teresi (née Sharone), a former ballerina
with Martha Graham and current stay-at-home whatever.