by Madison Faye
Her hands move to my belt, tugging at it as my hand moves lower. My fingers push down through her soft, slick lips, until I find the entrance to her heaven. I start to push inside, and her breath catches as her eyes flutter closed.
Now it's time to make this little tease my—
I freeze when I feel it, and I suddenly sober.
Holy. Fuck.
“You’re—” I pull away, and her face crumbles.
“No, wait!”
“You’re a virgin,” I say quietly.
Her face goes red.
“Please,” she whimpers quietly.
“Jesus,” I swallow, the reality flooding back into me. What am I doing? When I thought she was this dirty little girl, this was one thing. But I won’t take—
I stop myself again, and suddenly, slowly, the blood starts to rush back into my cock until it’s even harder than it was before.
The teasing bad girl routine is just an act. Because dirty, teasing, full-of-fire and oozing sexuality little Tempest Kensington is a virgin.
Untouched.
Innocent.
Ready for me to take. To claim.
God I’m fucked up. I shouldn’t be this hard thinking this, but I am. In fact, I want her even more now. I want to claim her, and make her mine and only mine.
I growl as I move back into her, my hands sliding over her hips as I press her back into the desk.
“Why didn’t you tell me, angel,” I say softly, kissing the worry from her lips.
“I was going to tell you…”
“When?” I growl.
She swallows. “I’m not sure.”
“When? When I spread your legs and eased my cock inside that tight little eager pussy?”
Tempest’s eyes dart to mine, and suddenly, the worry is burned away by the raw fire my words light behind those eyes. She whimpers, her face going red and flushed.
She likes it when I talk like this.
“Or when, when I dragged my tongue from your clit to your tight little asshole until you were begging me for more?”
She moans, whimpering.
“Too dirty for you, Princess?” I growl, tugging her skirt up to her waist. I move my hand back between her thighs, sliding over the front of her panties and loving the way she subtly arches her hips up to meet me.
“Uh-uh,” she whispers.
My hand pushes her panties to the side, and my fingers drag across her soft, slick lips.
“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.
I hear his zipper, and I whimper. He pulls away, his look both hungry and tender, and I lean in to kiss him again before turning my gaze down.
I’ve fantasized about what Christian Knolls is packing between his legs for months now. I’ve laid awake at night, moaning into my pillow, my fingers buried in my pussy, as I’ve imagined what his cock might look like. How big it might be, or how thick. My pulse races as his hands undo his belt, his button, and then the rest of the zipper. He pulls his pants down slightly, and the sight of the huge bulge tenting his boxers has my core tightening.
“Go ahead, angel,” he purrs into my ear. “It’s yours.”
I swallow, my hands shaking as I reach out and touch his skin. My fingertips drag over his abs, moving lower until they hook into the waistband. I pull, the blood roaring in my ears as more and more of his little happy trail is revealed, before suddenly, I just pull them down.
I gasp, loudly, as his cock jumps out of his boxers. My jaw drops, my skin tingles, and my pussy actually
clenches.
He’s huge. I know I’ve got no real-world experience to draw from, but I do have the internet. And I can say without hesitation that the thick, gorgeous, throbbing cock pulsing between Christian’s legs is bigger, hotter, thicker, and more beautiful than anything I’ve seen online.
I hesitate, but he reaches out, takes my hand, and pulls it to him. I whimper as my small fingers wrap around his shaft, my thumb and forefinger not even able to close all the way around it. He’s so hot in my hand, and I moan as it pulses and twitches. I bite my lip, panting as I slowly give a tentative stroke, and when a big white dollop of cum beads at his head, I moan hungrily.
Christian’s fingers slip back between my legs, his fingers sliding wetly over my pussy. He rubs me, his thumb swirling small circles over my clit as I slowly stroke his massive cock. His lips find mine, and I open my mouth for him hungrily as his tongue enters. His other hand finds the buttons of my blouse, popping one and then the other before he pulls it open. I help him shrug it off, and he effortlessly reaches behind me, his other hand never leaving my pussy, and deftly pops the catch on my bra. It falls away, and when he moves into me, the feel of his bare skin against mine has me crying out as his thumb swirls my clit.
He pushes forward, the head of his thick cock pressing against my thigh before he puts a hand on mine and shows me how to guide it between my legs. I whimper as the big head slides over my thigh, leaving a sticky trail of glistening cum on my skin. I gasp as his big cock pushes right against my little slit, the head bumping over my clit and making me moan for him.
Christian eases forward, his hand on my hip keeping me still as he pushes his cock through my lips. The head grazes across my opening, and for one gasping, head-spinning second, I wonder if he’s decided to change his mind, and that he will take my virginity right here on his desk. But he doesn’t push inside, or penetrate me at all. Instead, he guides his cock forward so that it’s nestled right against me, my lips spread around the top of his shaft with my clit right against him.
His hands hold my hips tight as he slowly starts to rock back and forth, and it’s then that I see what he’s doing. The pleasure blooms through me as the top of his thick shaft slides back and forth across my pussy, making my whole body ache for him. Slick wetness from my pussy coats his cock, and when he groans, I can feel his own sticky pre-cum leaking from the head and coating my thighs. I can feel the mix of both of our arousals leaking into my panties until they’re soaking wet.
I kiss him as hard as I can, feeling my nipples drag across his hard, muscled chest. His hands move to my ass, grabbing it tightly in his powerful grip as he guides his cock back and forth across my lips. He pulls away from the kiss, and I cry out when he leans down and sucks one of my nipples between his lips. His tongue teases and swirls, his thick cock rubs over my clit over and over, and I know if this keeps going, I’m going to come for him.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, clawing at his skin and leaning in to let my lips and teeth graze his shoulder.
“Mr. Knolls, I’m going to…I’m…”
“This is mine now,” he growls possessively, making his point known by grinding his cock against my pussy. “This sweet little cunt is all mine to play with, and taste, and tease, and fuck, and to fill with my cum.”
I cry out, my legs trembling as my hips rock against him.
“Tell me, angel,” he purrs, moving his lips to my ear and biting the lobe.
“It’s yours,” I cry out. “All yours!”
“It’s mine to take when I chose to, is that understood?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir!”
He groans, his biceps rippling and his abs tightening against my skin.
“You were a bad little girl, Tempest.”
I whimper, no longer able to form words as the pleasure builds and builds, centered between my legs and flooding through my body, until I’m sure I’ll explode.
“And bad little girls get what they deserve.”
“I want it all,” I gasp, moaning as I lean up and kiss him fiercely. “I want it!”
“Not today,” he purrs. “But soon, I’m going to claim this pussy as my own. I’m going to stretch you open around my big fat cock, and you’re going to know what it feels like when I slide inside. Because you’re mine, and only mine now, is that understood?”
“All for you,” I whimper, feeling myself about to tumble right over the edge.
“Now soak my cock with your cum, baby girl. Make that pretty pussy come all over my cock until your sweet cream drips from my balls.”
I bury the scream in his mouth, kissing him with everything I have as the climax shatters through me. My hips jerk, the feel of his enormous cock rubbing against my clit sending me reeling through my orgasm. Christian roars into my lips, his tongue wrestling hotly with mine as he slams his hips into me. I gasp as I feel his big cock throb and twitch against me, pulsing like liquid steel. And then I feel it. I can feel his hot, sticky cum squirting against my pussy, covering my thighs, and filling my panties. He groans, his hands tight on my thighs as he pumps rope after rope of cum against me, until slowly, the two of us come to a stop.
His powerful arms circle me, pulling me tight to him as he kisses me fiercely. And I lose myself in his lips, until I really am sure this is a dream.
Finally, he pulls ways, his sharp blue eyes sparking fire as he holds my gaze. Somewhere in the distance, a bell rings.
“You should get to class,” he murmurs, his hand cupping my jaw as he moves in to kiss me tenderly.
I nod, my heart racing as I lose myself in his eyes.
“Later though, Tempest,” he growls. “I’ll be with you later.”
“Yes, please,” I whimper, kissing him.
I turn slightly and start to reach for the tissues on his desk, when he stops me.
“No,” he growls. He reaches down and pulls my panties up, pulling them tight against me. I moan, feeling so filthy and like such a dirty girl with his hot cum so messy in my panties, soaking into me.
I feel like his dirty little girl.
“I want you to keep this there,” he purrs.
“I will.”
He kisses me, and I swear my feet leave the floor for a moment.
“Don’t you dare clean up,” he growls, his eyes sparking and his grin hungry.
I whimper, nodding.
“I’ll be checking later,” he murmurs, stepping away. He doesn’t make a move to cover or dress himself standing there shirtless and his pants undone with his thick cock — still glistening wet from my pussy — hanging big and gorgeous between his legs.
“Please do,” I whisper, blushing as I slip my bra back on and reach for my shirt.
Christian grins as another bell rings.
“Now get to class, Ms. Kensington.”
I nod, buttoning the last button of my blouse and straightening my skirt. I squeeze my legs together, my pulse jumping as I feel his sticky cum soaking through the lace of my thong and coating to my thighs.
“Thank you, sir,” I whisper, biting my lip, turning, stepping from his office, and wondering how long he’ll make me wait before he gives me more.
7
Tempest
It’s all I can do to keep from screaming like a lunatic, or grinning like an idiot as I make my way through the halls to class. All I can think of is what I’ve just done, with Christian. I get to the classroom and take a seat, and still, the only thoughts going through my head are all the ways he put his hands on me, or his mouth, or the way his cock felt so hard and hot against my skin.
The rest of the class filters into the room, mostly paying me no mind, and all I can do is sit there simmering in the toe-curlingly dirty thoughts of what’s just transpired in the Headmaster’s office. Everyone here already thinks I’m a bad girl, but they have no idea how bad I really just was.
The feeling persists through the class, where I can barely pay attention to what we’re discussing. But it’s w
hen I head into my next class that the quick pulse and the flighty, sexy daydreams of Christian are interrupted by horrible, horrible reality.
Because it's the next class where I have to face Professor Hershman. As in, the Professor Hershman whose car I smashed up last semester.
No one wanted to hear the whole story. No one believed me anyways, and this fucking town saw me as the troublemaker anyways. But again, no matter what image I might portray of myself, I’m not some psycho little bitch who’d just go out and smash a windshield for no fucking reason.
Oh, I had a reason.
You see, Professor Hershman likes to get hands on with teaching his students. Very, very hands on. As in, grabbing my ass after class, repeatedly.
I’d told him to stop. I’d threatened to tell my parents, or Doctor Lindon. But he’d just laughed and asked who I really thought people would actually believe: the tenured professor, or the troublemaking outsider with the bad reputation.
I’d been furious, and stewed in my hatred for the man, and his disgusting way of getting away with being a total creep. But if it’d just stopped there, that’s all it’d be. I would have finished the year pissed and disgusted, and probably told him to go fuck himself a few times, but that’s where I’d have left it.
But then there was Amy.
Amy and I weren’t friends per se, but we were close to being that I guess. She wasn’t at Thornbull very long, but she was another outsider like me, and another “not from here” new resident of West Haven. We hung out a few times, and ate lunch together, and sort of bonded over both being looked down on by most of the other students. And like me, Professor Hershman was after her too — another outsider to prey on, since she had no connections in this town.
But there was one way Amy and I were different. See, I told Hershman to get lost, enough so that he backed off, a little.
Amy wasn’t so strong.