by Madison Faye
“Give them to me.”
I gasp quietly, my thighs squeezing together. And I’m still so damn wet that I’m sure I’m leaving a dirty little wet mark on his car seat. Slowly though, I nod, and I give him what he asks for. Christian’s jaw goes tight as his fist closes around my lacy black thong. He growls under his breath as he brings them to his face, and I watch with wide eyes and the blood pounding in my ears as he inhales deeply.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, his whole body tensing and his eyes flashing fire. “Your bratty, tasty little pussy is the only thing I ever want to smell, forever.”
The flush teases across every single inch and through every little corner of my body, until my skin is tingling, my ears are ringing, and the leather seat under me is slick with my need for him.
“These are mine now,” Christian growls, his fingers tightening around my panties. “Just like every single inch of that smooth, sweet baby pussy of yours will be mine. Just like that tight, naughty little asshole of yours is going to be mine.”
I bite my lip, my breath tight in my throat as the pure need for this dominant, filthy, gorgeous older man threatens to tear me apart.
“Until tomorrow, Ms. Kensington,” he purrs, a teasing smile on his wicked lips.
“Oh, and Tempest?”
I pause, shivering at my name from his lips.
“I want you to touch your hungry little pussy tonight. I want you to feel how wet it is for me. I want you to know just how eager it is for me to lick, and taste, and for me to claim as my own when I stretch it wide with my cock.”
I whimper, loudly.
“But Princess?” He smiles wickedly, his brow arching in this gorgeous way that has me melting for him.
“Don’t you dare come. I want you to touch yourself until you can’t even take it anymore, but then I want you to wait. I want your pussy dripping for me tomorrow morning. Because from now on,” he groans, leaning close and cupping my jaw in his hand. He leans in, and when he kisses me like he owns my lips, I know I’m lost.
“From now on, only I make you come. Do you understand?”
I can barely pant out a “yes sir” as his filthy words turn me into a puddle on his car seat.
“Good girl.”
8
Christian
She’s waiting on the back porch of her house when I pull into her driveway the next morning. I groan to myself, my cock throbbing in my dress pants as I watch inappropriate, barely-legal temptation personified hop down the steps and skip over to my car. The knee-high socks. The pleated, tartan skirt, the white blouse. And Christ, she’s got her long blonde hair braided into goddamn pigtails.
“Hi!”
She’s grinning and fresh-faced and bubbly when she slides into the passenger seat. I can feel my blood roaring as I take her in, watching as she closes the door and reaches for her seatbelt, all the while just chatting away to me about something she read the night before about weather patterns.
And I’m fucking lost.
It’s not that she’s so young, and untouched, and unclaimed — though, that alone gets my cock fucking rock hard. It’s not just that she marches to the beat of her own drummer and is clearly above what anyone in this damn town thinks of her, though that gets my heart soaring higher than I’ve ever felt it.
It’s the whole damn package deal. It’s that something about her fucking clicks with me. Something about her smashes right through my bullshit and grabs me by the heart and won’t let go.
Tempest. My perfect fucking storm.
She looks up after a full two minutes of talking, and suddenly goes quiet as she catches me staring at her.
“Oh, God, sorry.” She makes a face, her cheeks red. “I didn’t mean to just start babbling on about—”
“I’d love to hear the rest of it,” I say quietly.
She bites her lip, grinning, her big blue eyes shining up at me.
“It’s just boring stuff about clouds that I was reading about last night.”
I put the Range Rover in reverse and take us out of the driveway, somehow avoiding taking out her parents’ hedge as my eyes get stuck on her bare thighs.
“I can’t think of anything I’d rather hear about on the drive.”
She grins at me, her lips pulled back and her teeth flashing.
“Here, I…” She shrugs, almost bashfully. “I made coffee.”
She passes me a travel mug when I glance over at her, and I can’t help but grin.
I take the fucking long way to Thornbull. I drive slow, and I just take it in being with her like this. She tells me about cumulus clouds and storm fronts and all this stuff, and I’m mostly listening and taking it in, even if I’m also sneaking glances at her creamy thighs and thinking very filthy thoughts of what I’d like to do with those braided pigtails.
I realize she’s quiet after a little bit, and when I glance over, I completely catch her staring at my forearms. She looks up, realizing she’s been caught, and she blushes bright red.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, Princess.” I grin.
“You’ve just got…” She blushes even redder and shakes her head.
“I’m listening.”
Tempest bites her lip.
“You’ve got really sexy forearms. And I’m kind of in love with your tattoos.”
It takes the willpower of a saint not to drive us right off the road and claim her right there and then as I turn and burn my eyes right into her. I catch myself though, and jerk the wheel and my eyes back onto the road.
Tempest giggles.
“Easy there, Headmaster. A little distracted?”
I grit my teeth, shooting her a quick look.
“Maybe you shouldn’t distract the driver then.”
“Oh, am I distracting you?”
I chance another look, and this time, I groan as I see her pop one of the top buttons on her blouse. I growl, and she giggles again.
“Eyes on the road, okay?” she says softly, but I feel her move closer to me, her fingers trailing over my forearm where my shirt is rolled up, and I groan, my hand tightening on the wheel.
“Yesterday,” she says quietly, her voice breathy. “When we stopped at that park, you didn’t…”
She trails off, licking her lips.
“I didn’t what?”
She blushes.
“You didn’t come.”
My cock lurches at her words, tenting the front of my dress pants. I can feel my cum boiling in my balls, and even though I keep one hand on the wheel and my eyes on the road, I move the other hand right to her knee. I growl as I feel her soft, supple, smooth skin, and when her breath catches softly, it’s another battle not to stop the car and take her virginity right here in the car in the middle of the fucking road.
“Did you, when you got home?” she whispers. Her hand slides up my arm, over my biceps. She moves it down, over my chest, moving it lower as my hand tightens on her knee.
“Anyone tell you that you’re a forward girl?”
“Once or twice.”
I turn, my eyes burning into her and my cock threatening to tear through my pants.
“No, I didn’t.”
And I didn’t. I came damn close, just thinking about my gorgeous, tempting little angel. I stroked my cock until I was near boiling point, thinking of her bent over in front of me and spreading her little ass for me, or bouncing up and down on my big cock as her moans filled my ears and her sweet cum dripped from my balls.
But, I’d held off.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “You must be ready for some release.”
I groan.
“Careful,” I growl out.
“Of what?” she says innocently.
“Of teasing me.”
“Or?”
“Or I might stop this car right here in the middle of Main Street, tear your panties off, and fuck that sweet little pussy you until it takes every drop of my cum.”
Her face goes bright red, and something hu
ngry flashes across it.
“Eyes on the road, sir,” she whispers breathlessly, her voice husky.
Her hand drops to my cock, and I groan. My hands tighten on the wheel and her bare thigh as I feel those delicate little fingers explore me, stroking me through my pants and tracing the outline of me before she moves to my belt. She struggles a little, but she finally gets it, popping the button and then moving to my zipper and tugging it down.
I growl as she reaches inside and wraps her little hand around my big fucking cock. And when she pulls me out, it takes every ounce of my restraint to keep my eyes on the damn road.
“Just watch the road, sir.” Her voice is hot and teasing right in my ear, and her small hand strokes my cock from base to tip as she kisses my cheek. She leans over, and when I feel that hot little mouth hovering right above my cock, I groan. Her tongue gets me first — furtively teasing the head and swirling around my glans like she’s exploring. It’s clear she’s never done this before, and that thought alone almost makes me lose it right there on her tongue.
I’ll be the first to feel this mouth. I’ll be the first to feel those soft, pouty lips stretch around my girth as she takes me inside across her tongue. I’ll be the first to pump my cum down her soft little throat as she swallows me down.
I’ll be the first, and I’ll be the fucking last.
Her mouth feels like sweet, sweet heaven — so fucking hot and warm and wet. She moans around me, her little tongue dancing on my underside making me groan as those innocent lips of her stretch wide around my girth. I move my hand under her, pushing under her shirt and bra and letting my palm cup her soft, ripe breasts. My thumb finds her nipple and rolls over it, making her moan so sweetly as she hums around my cock.
Her hand slips inside my boxers, pushing them down and pulling my swollen balls out. She whimpers as she moves lower, her tongue dragging over them before she sucks one into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, hissing and gripping the wheel tighter as I feel her mouth slurp at my cum-filled balls. “Such a dirty little girl,” I groan. Tempest moans, pulling away and glancing up at me — her lips swollen and pink from my cock.
“I want to be your dirty girl,” she whispers, her little hand stroking my thick cock slowly. She keeps her eyes on me as she slips her tongue back out and swirls it across my balls.
“You do, do you,” I growl, dangerously holding her gaze instead of looking at the road. I glance back, realizing we’re at Thornbull and swearing under my breath.
“On your knees, Princess,” I purr, my hand moving to cup her jaw.
Her brows go up, not sure what I mean before I reach back and use the switch to move my seat back from the steering column a bit more. I turn back to her as I pull into the farthest parking spot from the main door as I can.
“Your knees, baby girl.”
She gasps, her eyes going wide with lust as she nods. She crawls across the center column and slides under the steering wheel, moving onto her knees between my legs and looking up at me.
“Suck my balls, Princess,” I growl.
She whimpers as she moves into me, her hands going to my cock as she brings her mouth to my balls.
“Like this, sir?”
I groan as she sucks me inside, her tongue swirling over me and making my blood boil. Her small hands start to stroke my thick cock, jerking me off as her hot little mouth slurps on my balls.
“Morning, Christian!”
Brian, one of the school's math teachers, seems to have pulled into the spot facing me while I’ve been distracted by my gorgeous little schoolgirl, on her knees sucking my balls. He waves cheerfully to me from his car, but as he starts to head over, I just shoot him the most menacing, withering look I can. He freezes, stuttering to stop and nodding awkwardly at me as I hold up my phone, like that's why I want him to fuck off.
He’s barely out of sight when I feel warm lips envelop my cock head as Tempest sucks me deep inside. She moans loudly, slurping at my cock eagerly and stroking my wet shaft. I reach down and pull her shirt open, pushing her bra down and filling my hands with her tender breasts. She starts to move faster, and it's when I see her hand moving under skirt between her legs that I know I’m going to explode.
“I’m going to come, angel,” I groan, moving my hand to wrap her hair in a fist.
But Tempest only moves faster, moans louder, and drags her eyes up to meet mine.
“I want you to,” she breathes, pulling away for a second and running her tongue up my shaft.
“I’m going to fill that sweet little mouth with every drop,” I groan, guiding her lips up and down my throbbing cock as I feel the last of my willpower shattering. Her hands cup my balls and stroke my cock, and when she swallows as much of me as she can into her throat and moans, I lose it.
I roar as the cum blasts out of my cock, filling her mouth. She moans wildly, her hand blurring quickly under her skirt as I pump my cum down her throat. Her pink lips seal tight around my shaft, and she swallows eagerly as rope after rope of my sticky seed fills her little mouth.
She pulls back, and some of my cum leaks from the corner of her mouth and drips down her chin. I move my thumb down, and slowly, I push it back into her mouth. Tempest moans quietly as she sucks my thumb clean, her pink tongue swirling over it to get the last few drops.
“Fuck, angel,” I groan, pulling her up and into my lap. At this point, I couldn’t even give a fuck if half the staff pulls in next to me.
“Did I do it okay?”
I grin, shaking my head at her as I pull her tight against me.
“Princess,” I purr into her ear. “You told ‘okay’ to go fuck itself. That was incredible.”
She grins, biting her lip. Her cheeks are flushed red, and her shirt is still open, showing me her perfect, full breasts. I lean in and pull one of her soft pink nipples between my lips, my hands grabbing her ass tight.
“I want to do that again,” she purrs, her hands sliding into my hair as I tongue her nipples.
“And…” She swallows, panting. “And I want you to have all of me,” she says quietly. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“And you will,” I growl, pulling away and holding her gaze. “You’re going to feel every inch of me, and only me, inside of you. Because this little pussy—” I move my hand between her thighs and cup her there through her skirt.
“This little pussy belongs to me now. Always. And when it’s time, trust me, I’ll be claiming it as such.”
She pants, nodding before I crush my lips to hers and kiss her deeply.
“But right now, you need to get to class, and I have a school to run.”
“When am I seeing you next?”
I grin hungrily, my blood pumping and my cock throbbing hard again.
“I’m sure a bad little girl like you won’t have too hard a time finding a reason to get called into the Headmaster’s office.”
She grins as she hops out of the car, throwing her backpack over one shoulder and starting for the main doors.
“Oh, and sir?” She looks like the cat with the canary as she turns, her tongue coming out to wet her lips. “When I am bad, and get called into the office?”
I groan, resisting the urge to bend her over the hood of Brian’s Honda and fuck that bratty little grin off her face right here.
“I have a surprise for you.”
The look on her face and the way she flushes bright red certainly has my attention.
“Tell me,” I growl.
But Tempest just grins, wags a finger at me, and then blows me a damn kiss, which just fucking slays me inside.
“Guess you’ll just have to find out later, Headmaster.”
She turns and skips across the parking lot, leaving me grinding my jaw and waiting for my cock to deflate before I head into my office and count the seconds until I can get her in my arms again.
9
Christian
I last all of three periods before I crack. Even with an insane work
load on my plate, it’s barely two and a half hours into the day when I know I literally can’t go another goddamn minute without tasting her skin, or feeling her writhe against me as I claim her body.
And whatever that damned surprise is, it’s literally the only thing I can remotely concentrate on.
“Ms. Vitney,” I bark into my intercom. “Please find out what class Tempest Kensington is currently in and have her report to my office immediately.”
My jaw grinds, my blood roars, my cock throbs rock hard in my pants, and my fists tap the desk over and over again, until I hear the knock at the door to my office.
“Come in,” I growl.
The door opens, and Milly Vitney sticks her head in.
“She’s here,” she says wryly, the look on her face saying that she’s downright eager for resident troublemaker Tempest Kensington to get her ass chewed out by me.
The mental image of lifting Tempest’s skirt and putting my mouth all over that sweet little tight ass of hers has me stifling a groan as my cock lurches under my desk.
“Send her in,” I say firmly, watching and feeling my pulse race as Milly stands aside, and an eager-faced, wild-eyed, hungry-looking Tempest steps into my office.
“That’ll be all, Ms. Vitney,” I growl, glaring at my receptionist until she scampers from the room.
“You can be kind of an ogre, you know.”
I arch a brow at Tempest.
“Oh?”
She grins, rolling her eyes. “I just mean she’s only doing her job.”
“Perhaps you’d like her to stay then?” I growl, mostly amused but also holding back the urge to jump over my desk, pin her to the wall, and bury my cock inside of her.
“Maybe she could stay in here and watch while I take you over my knee and teach some discipline to that bratty little ass of yours.”
Tempest gasps, her eyes flashing something hungry as her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
“Am I in trouble?” she breathes, fire blazing across her gaze.
“You will be if you don’t get over here right this second.”