Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“I want you,” she moans, panting as I slowly stroke her pussy. “Please, Mr. Knolls, I want you to!”
The caveman in me wants nothing more than to bend her over this desk and fuck her like a man possessed until she can’t walk straight. I want to drag her into my lap, impale her on my cock, and bounce her up and down until her sticky girl-cum drenches my balls. I want to fill her. I want to pump every goddamn drop of my seed deep inside her untouched, fertile young body. I want to do it over and over again, until she’s so full that it drips down her thighs as she walks down the hall, so that everyone knows whose she is.
And I want her swollen with me. I want this barely legal temptress full, her belly big with my child. It’s a filthy, insane thought, but the fantasy has me tugging at my belt, my cock pulsing and throbbing and leaking cum into my boxers.
Somehow though, the man in me who’s not living in a cave in prehistoric times gets ahold of my brain. And my cock.
“I can’t,” I growl, grinding my teeth even as I say it.
Tempest’s face falls. “You can!” she pleads. “Please, Mr. Knolls, I really—”
“I won’t,” I manage to choke out. “Not like this.”
“But I want you to,” she says softly.”
“Not here, not like this,” I force myself to say, even if all I want to do is the opposite. Even if all I want to do is spread her legs, have her grab her ankles, and beg me for more as my balls bounce off her ass with every stretching thrust.
“But,” I growl, lifting her chin and meeting her eyes with mine. “That doesn’t mean I won’t. That doesn’t mean you aren’t mine.”
She gasps, the flush coming back to her cheeks.
“I will claim you, angel,” I whisper. “But when I do, it’s not going to be in this fucking office, with my goddamn secretary coming back from lunch any minute now.” I shake my head before leaning down to kiss her slowly.
“When I take that gift you’ve got between your legs, it’s going to be in a bed, I’m going to take my time, and I’m going to treat you like the goddamn queen you are.”
Because it’s not just her body I want, which I will take. It’s the rest of it too. I want her innocence and her heart, and I will be taking both.
“Queen, huh?” she whispers, pulling away with a sultry smile. “I thought I was your bad girl?”
“Trust me, angel, you’re going to be both,” I growl before suddenly, I slip my hand back down to the front of her panties. Her eyes go wide, and a soft moan escapes her lips.
“Now, be a bad girl and spread those legs and show me that tight little pussy. I might not be claiming you right now, but I will be tasting what’s mine.”
6
Tempest
It feels like I’m falling as Christian kisses me again — his soft, perfect lips searing to mine as he scoops me against him. His tongue pushes against my mouth, and I open my lips to give him entrance as he growls into the kiss.
His.
The notion spikes through me like a hot fire. I know I’ve gone so far beyond the naughty fantasy of teasing the sexy new Headmaster and seeing where it goes or how brave I am into something so much bigger. And I stand there in his office, losing my mind and losing myself in the single hottest kiss I can even fathom, I know one truth above it all.
I am his, and I want him to have all of me. It’s not just a silly schoolgirl crush or some illicit fantasy either. It’s that around him, and being here so close to him, I’ve never felt safer, or more secure, or so needed. Something about Christian Knolls makes me feel like I’ve found something I never realized I was missing until him.
I throw myself into the kiss, clutching at his bare torso and pressing myself against him as if somehow this might turn out to be a dream, and if I don’t hold on tight enough, I’ll wake up to an empty bed.
But this is no dream, and the feel of his rippling muscles, and warm skin, and demanding lips, and the enormous bulge pressing hotly into my belly says this is all very real.
His hand cups my pussy through the lacy little thong, one finger dragging between my lips and making me shiver in ecstasy. He coaxes more and more wetness from my slit, soaking the panties with my desire. His fingers find the top to the flimsy little panties and push them down, only so much that they're still tight around my hips, but pulled down enough to give him access to my aching pussy. I feel so wicked and naughty, standing here against my Headmaster's desk with his fingers teasing across my thigh, and the thought has me moaning and grabbing him tighter as I kiss his lips.