Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Shane’s POV

“It’s boring, isn’t it?” She asked and I could only gulp.

“Huh?”

“The French class” She answered and placed her hand on my chest. I flinched at the touch as it sent electric enthusiasm throughout my body. It wasn’t a new feeling but her touches were always thrilling and scary.

“I know you don’t feel good”

I winced when her fingertips came in contact with the bruises on my face. One by one, she traced them out till she got to the small cut at the corner of my lips.

“But I can make you feel so good, Shane. Do you want that?”

I gulped hard and stared down at the floor. I shouldn’t be here. I should be attending the French class and answering all the questions Mr. Fernandez had to ask because the whole class was dozing off.

But here I am, standing in the middle of the Chemistry lab with the last person I should be with behind closed doors.

“I can teach you how to please yourself. How to make yourself feel so fucking good” My brows knitted in confusion. What is she talking about? “It’s pretty simple. You have to give in to me. You have to trust me and do as I say. Do you understand?”

No, I don’t understand. I should be anywhere but here with her but instead, I asked. “Right here?”

She nodded and kept staring at me with those bewitching blue eyes of hers. No matter how many times I looked into them, I always got lost in them.

“Some… Someone might see us”

“The windows are locked and so is the lab”

“B… But I’ve never touched myself”

She smirked and responded. “That’s why I’m here to teach you”

She unhooked my belt without taking her eyes off mine and began pulling down my trousers which dropped at my feet. She then reached for my underwear and the moment she pulled it down, her eyes widened and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

“Holy-Fucking mercies!” She looked up at me, tearing her eyes away from my hard and erect d. ck. “You’re so fucking big, Shane. How did… When did…”

The fact that she was speechless made me so nervous. I’ve known her for a month and some weeks now and I’ve never seen her look this shocked and out of words. I began wondering if I was okay. How did I even get this big? Was it some kind of ailment?

“Is… Is everything okay?”

“Fuck!” She groaned and shut her eyes, her hand running up and down my length. “What made you this hard, Shane? Tell me”

I bit my lips and stifled a moan. “I think it’s you”

She opened her eyes immediately and stared up at me, her fingers still wrapped around my long shaft. I balled my fist, trying to control my breathing as I leaned the back of my waist on the table.

“You think it’s me?” She asked and I nodded vigorously, unable to take in all that she was doing to me.

“I know it’s you”

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Renee’s POV

“I know it’s you” He groaned and I instantly went so fucking crazy at his affirmation.

I’ve always wondered what he thought of me. Does he enjoy my touches? How do I make him feel? Happy? Sad? Angry? Nervous? Did he ever crave something more like I did?

Something more like laying his hands on my body and marking me all up. Something more like fucking me senseless and making me scream so hard till the whole neighborhood knew his name? Has he ever craved something more than just stealing glances at me?

I know it’s you… That was enough to answer a few of the questions. It was enough to make me so fucking wet and need him the more.

“Say it again, Shane. Say it like your fucking life depends on it” I just wanted to hear it one more time.

“I know it’s you, Renee. I get so hard and worked up because of you. It’s frustrating because it happens even when you’re not around me. It happens when I think about you and all the things you’ve ever done to me. I know something is wrong with me and it’s driving me crazy”

That’s the longest I’ve heard him say and it caused my chest to swell up in excitement. I wanted to kiss him and assure him that he was all okay. I wanted to tell him that it was just his hormones coming alive and acting up on him but instead, I smiled. I’ll leave that for later. Right now, I had bigger plans for him.

“Is it okay if I touch you here?” I asked, playing with his test. icles. “Or maybe-Here?” He moaned low in his throat as I rubbed his shaft.

It was a deep, male, and primal moan which overfilled me with desires. Ignoring the throb between my legs, I focused on making him feel good. I stroked him lightly and watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head backward.

“Open your eyes, Shane” I whispered, spreading the pre-cum over the head of his d. ck with my thumb. “Watch what I’m doing to you”

He did as instructed and opened his dazed eyes to look down at me. I smiled and continued stroking him gently, from tip to base. Unlike before, I noticed he wasn’t fighting and struggling with the feelings anymore. He wasn’t fighting the way his body reacted whenever I laid my hands on him. I guess he adapted to my touch.

When he couldn’t take the slow and gentle strokes anymore, he moved his hips and began thrusting into my hand wrapped around his c. ock.

“I see you like my hands wrapped around you, don’t you? You like the way it makes you feel, yes?”

“Yes. Oh, yes… Yes!” He moaned, still bucking his hips to meet his desired pace. “Christ, Renee!”

Fuck!

His voice was deep and raspy. It was sexy and traveled directly to the lower part of my body. I wanted to touch myself so badly. His d. ck was so fucking huge and I imagined it stretching my walls. I wonder how I’ll feel when he’s buried deep inside of me…

“Oh… Renee…” He moaned out, snapping me out of my wild thoughts. Yeah, they were wild and you could imagine how much more I had in mind.

Slowly, I pulled my hand away from him and he groaned in displeasure. He was sweating profusely and his chest kept rising and falling heavily.

I walked over to the table he was leaning on and sat on top of it. “Get over here, Shane” He did as instructed and I made him stand in between my wide-open legs with his back facing me.

“Touch yourself”

He stiffened at first but then, I helped him. I grabbed his right hand on mine and gently placed it on his hard d*ck. “Touch yourself and think about me.”

“Feel yourself. Feel how fucking big you are”

Guiding his hand, I made him stroke himself as I whispered dirty words into his ears. His breath came out in short gasps and I knew he was feeling pleasure.

“You’re doing so fucking great.” I kept praising him and earned a deep moan. He was loving it and I felt excited down there. My p*ssy must be so fucking drenched right now.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Remember that time in the boy’s bathroom? Remember the way you felt before you milked my face with your cum?”

“Ahh… Yes… Yes…”

“Good.” I drawled seductively and withdrew my hand from his because he was doing better. I should’ve known he’s not only a fast learner in the classroom. “Now, you’re gonna make yourself feel that way.”

“Oh, Renee!”

“Good boy. You’re doing just fine”

“Go faster!” I whispered into his ears and bit his earlobe. “Fuck, that’s it”

“Holy…” He threw his head backward, laying it on my shoulder as he kept pumping himself. “Christ!”

“Cum for me, Shane” I nibbled his neck and trailed my nose down the side of his neck. He smelled so good. He smelled so pure. “Yes, do it just like that”

The more he stroked himself, the more his moans filled the air. He was panting heavily, madly. “I… I can’t take it. It’s too much” He cried and took his head off my shoulder, still pumping himself from tip to base.

“You can… And you’re going to take it all-For me!”

“Renee…!” He cried as his whole body tensed up. He let out a deep groan which was followed by his climax. He kept moaning and my body tingled as I watched his cum spurting out on the floor.

“Renee…” He called out one last time, panting heavily as his head fell back on my shoulder.

“Good boy!”