Renner's Rules

by K. Webster

  “More than a one-time thing?” I ask, my voice soft and unsure.

  He caresses my stomach and then gives my breasts a loving squeeze. “I could never have you just once, Elma.” His gaze darkens as he reaches for the bedside table. “I’m going to have you over and over again.”

  I lick my lips when he tears the condom foil with his teeth and sets to rolling it on his long, thick cock with such practiced ease. It terrifies me for a second that I won’t be good enough for him. He’s probably been with tons of women who were all experienced in the bedroom.

  But me?

  Despite my best friend spinning hurtful lies about me, I’ve kept my virginity intact. I hadn’t found the right person. But the moment I met Adam, all that changed. I wanted him in such a deep way. It’s like everything about him sang to every part of me. I wanted to roll around in his bed and bathe in his scent. I wanted him on me and in me.

  His lips find my nipple and he suckles the tender flesh for a moment before trailing kisses up my breastbone and to my neck. His cock is sandwiched between us, rubbing against my clit. I’m still so sensitive from the last orgasm he gave me that I jolt with each of his touches. He chuckles near my ear and then licks me. Chills erupt through me and I let out a whimper.

  “Adam…”

  “Are you ready, baby?”

  “I think so.”

  He tugs on my earlobe with his teeth before lifting slightly to look down at me. His green eyes are wild with desire and an inkling of pride begins to form inside me. I do this to him. Me. Elma Bonilla. I guess he’s not lying when he says he loves my curves. His cock sure as hell isn’t lying.

  “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he snarls as though he’s irritated. His mouth crashes against mine and I moan. He smells like me, which is strange, but I find it oddly erotic. “Breathe, baby.”

  I exhale the moment he begins pushing his thickness into me. It burns and I can’t exactly say I’m a fan, but I suffer through the pain of it because I want to be connected with him like this. Even if he’s the only one who’ll enjoy it, it’ll still be worth it knowing we’re physically together in the most intimate way two people can be.

  “Your cunt is so tight,” he hisses, his lips hovering over mine. “It’s taking everything in me not to blow my load right now.”

  I giggle against his mouth. “If you come, that means you enjoyed it.”

  “I want to enjoy it more than two seconds,” he rasps out. “See what you fucking do to me?” His body trembles as he kisses me hard. “You make me lose control.”

  He pulls away to look between us. His one hand rests beside my head, keeping his weight off me while the other one whispers touches all over my chest and throat.

  “Look, Elma.” He motions with his head to where he slides in and out of me. His cock seems uncomfortable in the condom, but he’s drenched with my arousal. It’s smeared all over him.

  “You’re so big,” I marvel, my eyes wide. “No wonder it hurts.”

  He smirks and gives my clit a playful pinch that has me clenching around him. “You sure know the way straight to my ego.” He winks. “It won’t hurt every time. Your body is just getting used to the invasion.”

  “I’m on the pill for my periods. If that thing hurts…” I trail off. “I mean, I trust you.”

  He studies my features for a moment before he pulls out. I watch again as he yanks off the condom as though it’s personally wronged him. The next time he pushes inside me, I can feel each vein in his cock. He slides easier in and out and I let out a relieved sigh.

  “This is better,” he grunts, his ab muscles flexing with each slow thrust. “Much better.”

  I could stare at his hard body all day long. His tattoos are beautiful. His scars are sad. And his dusting of dark hair in the middle of his chest that matches the trail below his belly button is sexy.

  “Touch your tits, Elma. I fucking love your tits and I can’t be everywhere all at once.” His voice is deep and husky. I’m about to ask what’s wrong with his hands when he uses one to lift my leg over his shoulder. With his other hand, he teases my clit.

  “Oh!”

  “That’s right, baby,” he coos. “Nice and deep.”

  I’m supposed to be touching my breasts, but I can’t focus. Not when it’s like he’s trying to split me in half. He’s so deep within me I can’t think straight. His balls are heavy as they slap against my ass. For a brief, naughty moment, I wonder if it hurts just as bad there.

  He pinches my clit again, causing me to cry out. “Where’s your head, beautiful?”

  I let out a moan and shake my head. “N-Nowhere.”

  Whap!

  I cry out the moment he slaps my clit and clench so hard around him I see stars. I’m going to come again. Soon. No way. I can hardly make myself come on my own and yet Adam walks around like an orgasm vending machine popping them out left and right.

  “Don’t lie to me,” he growls.

  “I was…” I moan again. “I was wondering if it hurt there too.”

  “Where?” His fingers bite into my thigh as he thrusts harder. “Fucking where, Elma?”

  “I…”

  “Say it.”

  “My ass.”

  “Fuck,” he snarls, his hips slamming into me out of control. He works some magic on my clit because within seconds, I shudder with a violent orgasm. It sets him off because right on the heels of mine, he comes with a choked groan. His hot seed jets inside of me. It’s a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A claiming. Adam Renner has claimed and marked me with his body.

  He releases my thigh and falls against me. His hands find my wrists and he pins them to the bed. As his cock softens, the burn from having him inside me becomes more noticeable. It stings when his semen runs out of me. His mouth captures mine in a sweet, owning kiss.

  “So perfect,” he mutters.

  I smile. “I could say the same.”

  He releases my hand and cradles my face in his palm. “We’re just getting started, baby. I have so much I want to do with you.” His nose nuzzles against mine. “And to answer your question, it might hurt. But I think we could work up to it one day.”

  “Did it hurt the other women?” A spike of jealous surges through me.

  He peppers kisses all over my mouth. “I don’t know. I haven’t done that with a woman before.”

  I run my fingers through his hair. “Seriously?”

  He shrugs as he presses a final kiss to my lips before pulling out. “It just seems like something you’d reserve for someone you trust. I’ve had relationships, sure, but not lengthy ones, and we never got far enough in to get to a trusting point.” He heads to the bathroom, giving me a nice view of his toned ass. The muscles flex with each step. I don’t miss the slight limp or the nasty scars on the back of his thigh and knee. Once he starts the shower in the bathroom, he returns. His dick is still wet and it makes my pelvis ache for more.

  “What are we?” I ask, unable to fight back the silly question.

  “We’re together.” His answer is matter-of-fact. As if it’s the simplest one ever.

  “What about school and my dad?”

  His jaw clenches as he pulls me to my feet. “We’ll figure it out. You just have to trust me.”

  “Like I’ll trust my ass to you one day?” I question with a raised brow.

  He palms both my ass cheeks with his hands and leans his forehead against mine. “Exactly. We’ll work up to it. One day, they’ll know and it’ll all work out.” His brow furrows. “Why would Rita lie to your dad about the guys you’ve been with?”

  My heart sinks. “She always flirted with him. I thought it was harmless, but maybe I was wrong. Rita may have been my best friend, but she wasn’t exactly the best friend.” I want to call her up and ask her why the hell she’d say those things about me. But knowing Rita, she’d lie straight to my face and change the subject.

  “The drugs?” he asks. “Your dad told me he caught you with some.”
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br />   “I didn’t do drugs,” I tell him, frowning. “Those were Rita’s.” Always Rita’s. “Adam?”

  “Yeah?”

  I kiss his mouth. “I’m glad I was sent here.”

  He smiles. “I’m glad too, Elma.”

  Three weeks later…

  “Pick up those feet, Z!” Coach Everett Long bellows, sounding much like a grizzly bear.

  Zane waves both middle fingers in the air but runs a little faster.

  I smirk before turning to look at Everett. “How’s he doing?”

  He scratches at his stubbly jaw and shrugs. “He could do better…” He cups his hands and yells. “BUT HE’S A LITTLE GIRL!”

  Zane mutters off some curse words, but I see him pick up his pace. He has a slight limp and his face is red, but he’s really trying.

  “We’re getting there,” Everett says with an evil grin.

  “How’s the love life?” I wince because I sound like a pussy. But it’s not like I can talk to anyone else about this.

  His eyes narrow and he regards me with suspicion. “Fine. Why?”

  I run my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh. “I don’t know. You just seem happier. I know you’re dating someone. Nobody makes your grumpy ass smile and yet I catch you doing it from time to time.”

  He tilts his head up to the sky and I catch a small smile tugging at his lips. “Like I said,” he says, dropping the quick look of happiness. “Fine. Why?”

  “I just…” I trail off and pinch the bridge of my nose.

  “Is this about you or me?” he demands, a slight edge to his voice.

  Our eyes meet and I frown at him. “Me.”

  His shoulders relax and he does grin this time. “I didn’t know you were dating someone. Does Momma Beth know about this?”

  I laugh because if my mom knew, she’d already be all up in my business. That’s how she is and not just my business. Everyone’s. Mom dealt with Everett more often than not when we were in high school together, and instead of calling her Vice Principal Renner, he loved to terrorize her and call her Momma Beth. Eventually it stuck. She had to help him channel all of his aggressions so he’d stop beating up all the assholes at our school. I think he just used lacrosse as a reason to whack people with a stick. If it hadn’t been for Mom pushing him into that sport, he would’ve probably gotten into the bad kind of trouble instead of going to college on a full-ride athletic scholarship.

  I glance over at Zane. I definitely see a lot of Everett in Zane, which is exactly why I pushed him to mentor him a bit.

  “Momma Beth does not know about this,” I say with a smile. “She’d have the wedding all planned out if she did.”

  “Or the funeral if the girl wasn’t good enough for her precious.” He grins wickedly at me.

  “Asshole,” I mutter. “She called me that one time. One time. I’ll never live that shit down.”

  He snorts with laughter. “Never, precious.” His eyes snap up and he bellows again. “Your grandma runs faster than that, Mullins!”

  Zane shakes his head but picks his pace up again as he darts around the track.

  “She’s young,” I mutter, suddenly going serious.

  Both of Everett’s brows lift in surprise. “How young?”

  I look around me to make sure no one is listening. “Like very young.”

  Understanding dawns in his eyes. I expect a brutal verbal lashing from the mean ass coach. Instead, he simply scowls. “Legal?”

  “Yeah.” I rub at the tension on the back of my neck. “But I could lose my job.”

  There. It’s out there. I, Principal Renner, am fucking a student.

  “Shit,” he mutters.

  “Yeah.”

  “Is she cool?”

  “She’s not going to run around blabbing it to anyone if that’s what you mean,” I say with a frown.

  He arches a brow. “You mean like you just did?”

  I clench my jaw. “She’s cool.”

  “So if she’s of legal age and you both consent, as long as you keep your mouth shut, I don’t see what the problem is,” he says, a slight bite to his voice. Almost as if…

  “Who is this girl you’re seeing?” I ask abruptly.

  His features become stony and he ignores me to yell at Zane again. “This isn’t a petting zoo, turtle! Move!”

  “You’re not going to tell me.”

  “Nope.”

  “Thanks a lot, asshole.”

  “You see,” he says without looking my way. “My girl is cool too. Your girl, my girl, me. We’re all cool. You, on the other hand, you’re not cool. You’re a goodie-goodie hell-bent on ratting your own self out.” He turns and pins me with a hard glare. “You’re a good principal. I don’t want to see you lose your job because you can’t be fucking cool for three and a half more months until graduation.”

  I let out a sigh. He’s right. Nobody has to know.

  “Everything’s great,” Elma tells Mateo on the phone, her voice cheery, despite the fact she’s naked in my bed. A gasp escapes her when I begin kissing between her breasts. “Oh, nothing. I’ve been working out for volleyball, so I’m out of breath.”

  I bite her stomach and she sends me a furious glare. It’s cute how she gets all feisty any time I pay too much attention to her soft skin there. To keep from getting a slap to the head, I continue my trek down to her pussy. We’ve been together going on a month now. At school it’s all business—well, aside from the occasional ass whipping in my office—but at home, I can really have her the way I want.

  And right now, I want her squirming as she talks to her dad while his friend eats out her pussy. I’m impressed at her ability to carry on a conversation with my tongue lapping at her cunt. I can hear Mateo blabbing away, so he probably doesn’t notice her heavy breathing or the occasional stifled moan. At a leisurely pace, I suck on her clit and the lips of her pussy while I fingerfuck her.

  At first, Elma was shy, but now that we’ve had sex at least once a day for weeks, she’s getting to be a wild little minx in the sheets. Demanding as fuck. And that makes me hard as fuck. Not a night goes by where I don’t sleep with her sexy little body pressed against mine.

  She keeps the nightmares away.

  With her up against me, the terrors stay in the past.

  For the first time in forever, I feel free.

  Because of her.

  My goddamn beautiful girl.

  “I’ll see you for your birthday,” she says. “And then you can watch me play my game the next day. Love you too, Dad.”

  She hangs up and sits up on her elbows to glare at me.

  “What?” I ask, pulling away long enough to look at her innocently.

  “You make things hard.”

  I laugh at her. “Oh, baby, you make things very hard.”

  Her lips quirk up on one side. I love her like this, late in the evening when her makeup is gone and her hair is wild. She’s beautiful no matter the time of the day, but this time is my favorite. It’s a time where she doesn’t have volleyball practice and I don’t have work. It’s just us. Quiet and sweet.

  I slip my fingers from within her pussy and grin at her. “Do you trust me?”

  She nods without hesitation. “You know I do.”

  It’s the same thing I ask her every time I ease a finger into her ass. Tonight’s no different. Her nostrils flare and her focus becomes intense. Gently, I fuck the hole I’ve slowly been preparing her for. She wants it. I want it. We just weren’t ready yet. As I ease another finger into her and draw out a needy moan, I know it’s time.

  “Baby?”

  “Mmmm?”

  “I want to fuck your tight little ass.”

  Her brown eyes darken with lust. “I’ve been waiting.”

  My cock is impossibly hard at her coy words. “Get on your knees and show me your sexy ass,” I bark roughly, removing my fingers from her tight hole.

  She smiles and her big tits jiggle as she sits up to obey my command. I love that she no
longer tries to hide her stomach from me. Every inch of her is mine to kiss and adore. I’ll be damned if she hides any of it from me. And right now, I want her sweet round ass up in the air.

  “On your knees and elbows,” I instruct.

  “Bossy,” she groans as she settles into my requested position.

  “You like it,” I tell her and swat her ass. My sweet girl loves a good ass whipping. “God, I love this ass.”

  She giggles and her butt cheeks shake with movement. My cock is practically weeping with the need to be inside her perfect body.

  “Tell me what you want,” I mutter as I sit up on my knees and slap my dick against her clit.

  “Mmmm,” she moans. “You. I need you.”

  “Tell me how you need me,” I clarify as I begin rubbing my cock along her slit. She’s so responsive to my touch and each time my dick slides past her opening, it gets wetter and wetter with her arousal.

  “I need you to take my ass.”

  I close my eyes for a moment because she can talk dirty right there with me and it turns me the fuck on. “I can’t be gentle, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit in class. You might get in trouble with your teachers.”

  She moans and presses against me. The tip of my cock enters her pussy, but then she pulls back away. Fucking tease.

  “You’ll probably get sent to the principal’s office. I hear he’s a badass,” I say with a wicked grin. “Likes to bend little Puerto Rican queens over his desk and whip their asses with his metal ruler.”

  She pushes down over my length again, her wet cunt sucking me in. We both hiss in pleasure.

  “He’s only got one queen. Me. And I sometimes misbehave just so I can see him again,” she purrs. “He always whips me so hard but somehow my panties always get wet.”

  I growl and slap her ass because she’s making me fucking mental with her dirty talk. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. I’ll make you cry.”

  She rocks back and forth, fucking my cock like it’s there for her enjoyment. “You always make it better in the end. I trust you.”

  No longer able to wait, I reach forward and grab a fistful of her dark silky tresses. When I yank her head back, she lets out another moan that speaks straight to my cock. With my free hand, I grab my now drenched cock and tease her puckered asshole with my tip.