by K. Webster
“This big fat dick is going in this little tiny hole,” I tell her as if I’m narrating our little story.
“I’m scared.” I detect a hint that this is true, so I soften my words.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ll take care of you.” I begin pushing into her and I watch her ass cheeks clench. “Relax,” I bark. “It’ll hurt if you don’t relax.”
Her body stills and then I see the tension escape from her shoulders.
“Ow,” she breathes.
“I know. I’ll go slow.”
With the patience of a saint, I inch into her as slowly as I can. Her ass grips me nearly to the point of pain. I’ve never felt anything so fucking good in my entire life. Not her sweet, teenage cunt. Not her sassy mouth when she’s sucking me off under my desk. Nothing has ever felt this good ever.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, my grip on her hair tightening. A tiny sob escapes her and I freeze. “Talk to me, Elma.”
“I—I’m okay,” she chokes out.
Releasing her hair, I run my palm down her spine and caress her hip. “Relax, baby. It’s just us. I won’t hurt you. This will eventually feel good for you when we get the hang of it.”
She nods and sniffles. “Does it feel good for you?”
“The best fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
Her head turns and she offers me a tearstained smile. “I’m okay. I promise. You can move.”
I return her smile with an encouraging one of my own as I gently slide in and out of her. Reaching to her front, I curl my hand up and seek out her clit. As soon as my fingers make contact, her ass clenches around my dick.
“Oh!”
“Still okay, beautiful girl?”
“Y-Yes.”
In and out, I fuck her tight hole while bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. When her breathing hitches and she starts whimpering, I know we’re close.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.”
Her body trembles wildly. It only takes a few more strokes before she’s coming with a loud moan. My nuts seize up in response. I slide out of her just as I’m coming. My hot semen splatters against her still gaping hole. It’s the single most hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. She clenches and everything returns to normal in a flash. Then, she’s falling flat against the mattress. Ignoring the mess on her plump sexy-ass rump, I drop my weight against her and bury my nose in her hair that smells like apples.
“Elma…”
“Mmm?”
I love you. I fucking love you.
Before uttering words that feel too soon and might scare her away, I bite my tongue. She’s got her entire life ahead of her. I’ll be damned if I rush her into feeling tied down in a relationship. If she wants to go off to college and live life a little, she should get to do that. We may have established that we’re a couple now, but it doesn’t mean her future is decided. Telling her I love her—and fuck how I already do because how could I not—would only pressure her.
“I love everything about you,” I whisper. It’s close enough to the words I wanted to say.
“I love everything about you, too.” Her voice catches and we’re on exactly the same page.
Two months later…
“It’s gonna be huge,” Blake Hollis says, an evil grin on his face.
Zane and I look up from our lunches to stare at the wild troublemaker who seems to think he’s found his people. Zane and I are not his people. We like to cause trouble in the fun, harmless kind of way. Except for that one time Zane got detention for three straight weeks for changing his grades to straight As. Blake does shit that goes way too far. I’m surprised Adam hasn’t expelled him yet.
“What?” Zane asks, his tone bored.
“The assembly this afternoon. Just wait.” Blake looks over his shoulder as if to see if anyone is eavesdropping before turning back to us. “Boom!”
I frown and shoot Zane a worried glance. “What do you mean boom? You’re not going to blow up the school, are you?”
Blake laughs, loud and obnoxiously. “No, but it’s going to be funny as shit!”
Rolling my eyes, I stand to escape this conversation. Zane shoots me a pleading stare to stay with him, but I leave before Blake can annoy me any further. I all but skip to the office to sneak in a quick kiss before the assembly. Mrs. Compton is gone for lunch and Miss Bowden sits primly in her office, tapping away on her computer. I try to slip by undetected, but she gives me a sour look. Ignoring her, I walk past her office and push into Adam’s office.
Today, he’s a picture of perfection. Strength. Any time I see him, I marvel at how powerful he looks. His chocolate-brown hair is styled and gelled back in a fashionable way, but I still crave to run my fingers through it to mess it up. My favorite look on him is when it’s messy when we’re in bed. He reaches a hand up and scratches at the dark stubble on his jaw, reminding me that just this morning, he gave me beard-burn on my inner thighs. I bite my lip as I continue to stare at him unnoticed. Since we have an assembly, he’s wearing one of his nicer suits. It’s a pale gray suit with a powder blue button-up shirt underneath his jacket. He’s paired it with a dark gray tie that completes the look. His brows are furrowed as he concentrates on the computer.
“Hey.”
Like a hawk, he snaps his attention my way at the sound of my voice. I’ll never grow tired of being under his intense glare. All it takes is one look from him like this and my panties are completely wet for him.
“What are you doing here?” he demands, his voice gravelly and sexy as hell.
I bite my lip and bat my lashes at him. “Principal Renner,” I purr. “I’ve been bad. Again.”
His nostrils flare and he points at the door. “Close it.”
Quickly, I shut the door behind me and turn the lock. “How will you punish me? A spanking?”
He runs his gaze down the front of my outfit. Since I’ve been playing volleyball and Coach Mink has been literally running my ass off, I’ve lost some weight and toned up. I’m thrilled about this new development, but Adam pouts when he can no longer bite my stomach as easier as he once could. He’s taken to biting my ass now instead. I can’t say I’m complaining.
“That outfit is unacceptable.” He’s gruff and grouchy and all mine.
I look down at my plaid red flannel that I’ve stylishly tied to show off my slimmed stomach. “What’s wrong with it?”
He rises from his chair and I try not to go weak in the knees. I’m absolutely addicted to him. I could be happy just standing near him and smelling his delicious scent. But standing is never an option. If I’m nearby, he always wants me in his arms where he can properly maul me like he loves to.
“Those shorts are too short,” he says coolly. “I bet if you bent over, I could see your panties peeking beneath.”
I flash him a deviant smile. “Maybe I wore them on purpose. Maybe I like getting into trouble.”
He narrows his eyes at me before snagging his ruler off his desk. I brace myself for a spanking, but instead he kneels before me. His hot breath tickles my thighs. The cool metal draws a whine from me the moment it touches my flesh. “Too short. What am I going to do with you, Elma?”
He stares up at me with such love and adoration in his gaze, I’m afraid I’ll collapse. My heart aches just staring at him sometimes. This thing between us caught fire quickly and it hasn’t shown signs of dying. If anything, we burn brighter each day.
I love him.
Tears prickle my eyes, but I quickly blink them away. He senses my sudden mood change because he’s more in tune with my body than I am.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Everything’s right.
He runs his palm down my bare leg to my ankle just above my tennis shoes. I stare at him in confusion as he lifts my foot. When he presses the softest, sweetest kiss on my ankle bone, I beam at him.
“There’s my girl. That smile will be the death of me.” He releases my foot and rises to his full height. �
�Anyone ever tell you how goddamn beautiful you are?” he asks, his brows furrowing together. Absently, he toys with my dark hair that’s nearly waist long now. Since I’ve come to learn he loves touching it, I leave it down more and more for him. Sometimes, we’re content to just stare at one another while he pets my hair. I live for those moments.
“Adam,” I mutter, my voice clogged with emotion. I want to tell him that I do love him, but I worry he won’t say the words back. I’ve dealt with enough heartache losing Mom and then Dad dumping me off. Then, I had to deal with distancing myself from Rita because her telling my dad those lies was the tip of the iceberg of the terrible things she’d done behind my back. I can’t deal with Adam looking at me with pity in his eyes if he doesn’t harbor the same feelings.
“Yes, baby?”
I grab him through his slacks, desperate to change the direction of this conversation. “I want to suck your cock.”
His dick jumps in my grip, but his scowl throws me off. “Elma.”
“Please,” I beg. “I’ll have to go to the assembly soon. I want to sit there with your salty taste still lingering on my tongue.”
He groans and his gaze softens. “We’re talking about this later.”
“The only thing we’ll be talking about is your big dick down my throat.” I wink at him as I start unbuttoning my shirt.
His jaw clenches, but then he’s letting me push him backward to his desk chair. I give him a sassy little push against his chest and he falls into the chair. He never tears his heated gaze from mine. I quickly shed my shirt and toss it on his desk. His stare falls to my breasts that look bouncy and sexy in the new bra he bought for me recently. It’s bright orange and makes my skin seem darker.
“Did you eat your lunch?” he demands, his hands gripping my waist.
I snort and push his hands away. “Yes, I ate. Stop being grouchy. I’m about to give you a blow job. Act excited.”
He flashes me a brilliant, boyish grin that sets my soul ablaze. “Oh, I’m excited. You can bet your skinny ass I’m thrilled.”
I laugh as I settle between his parted thighs. At his feet like this, looking up at him, I can’t help but wonder how I landed someone like him. He’s gorgeous and attentive. Everything he does revolves around making me happy. Dad pissed me off when he sent me to live up here, but I never knew I’d fall so hard. Deep down, I thank my father. Of course I’ll never tell him that.
Adam watches me with an arched brow of amusement as I fumble with his belt. Eventually, I manage to get his zipper down. His cock fights its way out and once I have his hot, hard shaft in my hand, he lets out a hiss of pleasure.
This.
I love this.
How he can seem so powerful and successful seated in his leather chair one moment but then utterly taken by me the next. It makes me feel pretty powerful too.
With a grin, I lower my head and run my tongue along his tip. Pre-cum beads at the top and I greedily lick it away. His taste is addictive. I can understand how he likes going down on me. There’s just something about pleasuring the one you love with your mouth that’s simply delicious. Literally.
He lets out a loud groan when I slide my lips past his crown. His strong hands slide into my hair and he roughly collects it all in a makeshift ponytail. I’d offer to pull it up, but I know he enjoys helping. Not to mention, he can guide my movements and show me what he likes. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I take him deep and then gently let my teeth scrape along his sensitive flesh on the way back up. He shoots me a dark, warning glare that has me giggling. When I go back down, he hisses again.
We’ve talked about deep throating. I’ve tried a couple of times. Those few times, I ended up gagging and embarrassing myself. But with Zane’s help, I’ve been practicing. Not with his cock of course, but with peeled bananas. He laughs until he has tears as he watches me deep throat the fruit each time, but at least I’m learning. So today, I’m ready to implement my newly developed skills.
“Holy fuck!” Adam practically yells the moment I relax my throat and begin fully taking him. His grip on my hair is painful as he slightly urges me lower. It’s as if he’s having a battle with himself. The angel on one shoulder is asking him to let up, whereas the devil on the other shoulder is telling him to shove my head all the way down.
I’m a bad girl so…
“Jesus!” he roars, uncaring of the fact that Miss Bowden is just next door.
I smile around his cock and breathe through my nose as I push further over his length. His cock is officially in my throat. I want to swallow or gag, but I try to silence my mind and focus on keeping my throat relaxed. Drool runs out, but I ignore it as I bob up and down along his shaft. He jerks and jolts beneath me. Every so often, he lurches his hips up as if he’s a bull bucking out of the gate. He’s out of control and I love it. When he’s about to come, I ready myself to take it down my throat.
But Principal Renner has other plans.
He yanks my head back and his cock slides out of my mouth with a loud slurp. With one hand still fisted in my hair, he uses the other to stroke himself to release. I stare at him with hooded eyes as he loses himself to his pleasure. His feral eyes find mine as he comes. Hot cum jets out all over the top of my breasts that are practically spilling out of my orange bra. He drenches me with his seed. A sexy groan escapes him as one last spurt hits the front of my throat. It’s warm as it slides down my cleavage.
Lazy green eyes meet mine and he smiles. Despite his relaxed face, I can see the possessiveness in his stare. Mine. His stare is claiming me much like coming all over me did. I’m his. Always.
“Elma,” he rasps out. “I love—”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I jerk to my feet and choke on a shriek of surprise.
“Who is it?” he barks in his authoritative tone that turns me on.
As he shoves his wet, still dripping cock back in his pants, I hurry to clean off his cum with a tissue. Then, I snag my shirt and fly through the buttons.
“It’s me, asshole.”
Adam and I both freeze.
Dad.
Oh, God.
“We were just talking about you,” Adam says in a fake cheerful voice as he starts for the door. He shoots one last glance over his shoulder to make sure I’m put together. I give him a quick nod and drop into the seat across from his desk. It’s then I realize I still have the tissue that’s wet with Adam’s cum in my fist.
The door opens and Dad stands in the doorway. As soon as he sees me, he brightens and rushes over to me, yanking me up and into his arms. I laugh as he hugs me tight.
“I missed you, angel.” He pulls away to look at me. “Have you been crying?”
No, I’ve been sucking your friend’s dick.
“Yes,” I lie. “I was just telling Principal Renner how much I missed you. I thought you were getting in tonight.”
He beams at me. “I got in early so I could attend your assembly. A little birdie told me they were giving out some awards and you might be getting one.”
“It’s just for volleyball,” I say, downplaying it.
His features grow sad as he regards me. “Your mother would have been so proud.”
Now, I really am about to cry. My bottom lip wobbles and I shoot a glance Adam’s way. His brows are pinched together and I can tell he wants to be the one to comfort me. Instead, he stands back and allows my dad to do the job.
The bell rings and I pull away from Dad’s embrace. “I’ll see you after the assembly,” I tell him with a smile.
He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead before letting me go.
The moment I burst from Adam’s office, I meet the icy stare of Miss Bowden.
She knows.
Ugh, she knows.
The show choir dances across the stage and sings their hearts out, but my attention isn’t on them. My eyes have parted the crowd to where Elma sits next to Zane. He’s got his arm casually slung around her shoulder as if she’s his. I’d
get irritated if I didn’t know better. They’re best friends. And truth be told, they both act a whole lot better now that they have each other to lean on. Zane likes to flirt and is a touchy-feely little shit, but he’s harmless.
She’s mine.
We all know this.
Even Zane.
My girl, like me, apparently couldn’t keep her mouth shut either. Coach Long and Zane are the only two people who know I’m fucking the most beautiful woman in this auditorium. When I finally tear my stare from her pouty lips, I find Everett smirking at me. If I didn’t have nearly three hundred teenagers staring my way, I’d flip the fucker off. Some kids cause a commotion near the back and I pin them all with a glare that says: knock the shit off or you’ll be scraping gum off the bottom of desks for the rest of the school year. They all straighten up quick because I don’t fuck around when doling out punishments.
The choir takes their bows the moment the song is over and are about to give the stage up to the band when I hear whispers throughout the crowd. All over, kids are giggling and pointing at the side of the stage near the wall. I follow their stares to Blake Hollis, a kid who spends more time in my office than my goddamn girlfriend.
As soon as I see him pull a lighter from his pocket, I rise from my seat. Everett sees at the same time and is already stalking his way. Blake leans into the trash and lights something. I expect a fire.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
The rooms spins. I’ve been hit.
Black. Black. Black.
“Bonilla!”
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Running, running, running.
I’m going to die.
Right here.
At nineteen fucking years old.
“Renner!”
The popping of the gunfire all around me becomes muted and fades. I’m dying. It’s happening. Fuck. I’m not ready, dammit.
“Renner!”
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
I’ve been hit. I’m curled up, desperately trying to protect my organs. I don’t want to die. I can’t die. I’m too young. I wanted a life—a motherfucking wife. Not this. Not a dirty grave.
