by Alexa Riley
Megan gives me a look, and I see it there in her eyes. Need. She wants that too. She wants to be bred. She wants to give me babies. I feel my cock swell under the table as I think about sinking inside of her again. It’s been less than an hour, but I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
“Maybe after dinner I can show Megan where my new place is. You guys have already seen it. It’s only fair she gets to see it too.”
Janet beams. “That’s a great idea, Chris. You being here has been so great for Megan. She’s normally in her room all the time with her nose stuck in a book. You’ve really opened her up.”
If she only knew.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close but we’re almost there.”
Megan pulls back from my cock and smiles at me from the passenger seat. “You can’t come in my mouth. That would be wasteful.”
She said she wanted to tease me, and did that and more. As soon as we were out of the driveway, she leaned over the gear stick and undid my pants. Thankfully, the route to my house included some back roads, so we were safe. As she sucks my cock, I reach back and put a finger in her ass. I just need to get inside every part of her. I want all her young holes stretched only for me.
I pull into my driveway and park in the garage. I look over at Megan, and put my finger in my mouth to suck it clean. Her eyes get big and her face goes bright red. “There’s not a part of you that isn’t sweet, baby girl.” I lean in and kiss her softly on the cheek. “Get out, baby.”
It’s dark out, but we’re in the garage, and I don’t have any close neighbors. I get out and shut my door, going around to meet her. I grab her up and pin her to the side of the SUV. I can’t wait any longer. I don’t get the keys to the place until tomorrow, but I don’t need to take her inside. This is going to be hard and fast, and I can do that right here.
Megan is wearing loose cut-off jean shorts and a baggy tank top that has a Stormtrooper on it and it reads, ‘I love a man in uniform’. She’s so fucking cute I can’t stand it. I love that she embraces what she loves, no matter what people might think. Some would see her as a nerd, but I see her as someone who loves what she loves, not caring what people think.
I have her pinned to the side of my car, my face in her neck as I bite and suck, leaving another mark for that Croy motherfucker to see. He can tell anybody he wants he did it, but that little shit knows good and well she’s claimed. Someone else is getting her sweet cunt, not him. Not ever.
I pull back and spin her around. “Put your hands on the hood, baby. I need to get off. You got me so worked up with that sweet mouth of yours, it’s gonna take me two seconds to nut.”
“Just cum inside me, Chris. I don’t need to get off, but just make sure you get it all in there.”
“Oh, you’ll get off.”
I push her shorts down to her knees, and lift the back of her tank so I can see all of her ass. I unbutton my jeans and pull out my cock, already leaking and ready. She leans forward over the hood and sticks her ass out for me. I lube my cock at her opening, seeing that she’s soaked and ready too. Her horny cunt sucks me in slick and easy, without any resistance. I grab her hips with both hands and start to fuck her hard.
I won’t last long like this, but I don’t care. I’ll make sure she gets off after, but right now I’ve got to fill her little pussy up. My balls are tight and achy. It’s like I haven’t gotten off inside her four times already today. The animal inside me needs her. I look down at where we are connected, seeing my dick pull out of her tight cunt covered in her cream. She’s so wet for it, I’ve got a ring around the base of my cock from her juices, and it drips down my nuts. Sticky syrupy sounds echo in the empty garage as my wet balls smack against her pussy.
Once again she’s my prime breeding machine, taking my big cock all the way inside and begging for more. Her fertile cunt opens for seed, my seed. Seeing my cock disappear inside of her and feeling her tight pussy squeezing it to the point of pain are enough. I thrust hard one last time, pumping all of my cum into her. She squeezes me and sucks me dry. When my last drop escapes, I pull out and spin her around as I go down on my knees in front of her.
Megan’s shorts and panties are still around her knees, but I don’t need much room. I’m at eye level with her pussy, and I bury my face in the softness there. She can’t spread her legs because her clothes restrict her movement, but I grab her hips, pulling her to me to get my tongue on her clit. I lick her all over as her hands go to my hair and her moans fill the garage. I suck her clit into my mouth, biting on it slightly and making her shout. She tastes like the two of us mixed together, and I fucking love it. Sucking her cream-covered clit and hearing her sounds have my cock leaking all over again—a fresh batch of cum ready for her.
It doesn’t take long before she’s tensing up and throwing her head back, lost in pleasure. Her orgasm causes a flood of juice to flow between her thighs, and I feel it dripping down my chin. I pull back and see a big smile on her face as she catches her breath. I smile back at her, but flip her around again, pulling her ass towards me as her hands grab the hood.
“Jesus, Chris. Again?”
“Just one more, baby, and I swear I’ll be done.” We both know that’s a lie, because she can’t go to sleep without my cock inside her.
I fuck her on the hood of the SUV, fighting between my instinct to be gentle and the urge to wear her pussy out so much that she won’t be able to walk tomorrow. She’ll be sore sitting down as it is, so I’m trying not to break her cunt. I grab her ass with both hands, pulling it to me as I fuck into her tightness. She bounces against my cock, and the feeling of her welcoming softness against my hardness is so fucking perfect.
The need to cum is so strong I feel like a goddamn teenager with his first dirty magazine. But it only takes me a few minutes until I’m pouring into her cunt again.
When I pull out, my cock is a sticky mess. Between her cum and mine, I’m covered, but I don’t give a fuck, and I tuck it back into my jeans, smearing our juices all over my underwear.
I help Megan pull her panties and shorts back up, since her legs are so shaky. Once I straighten her out, I kiss her on the nose and then on the lips.
“What do you think about the new place?”
She lets out the cutest snort and then makes an exaggerated motion of looking around the garage. “I love it.”
I don’t take my eyes off her when I whisper, “Me too.”
Chapter 5
Megan
Pulling on the door, I come up short when I see the sign: ‘Library closed for Homecoming dance committee meeting until end of the school day. Study hall open in room 213’. Crap. I don’t know why I elected to come my senior year. I could’ve graduated at the end of my junior year, but my mom reminded me of all the things I would miss: school dances, graduation, and all the great things normal teenagers apparently do their senior year.
I’m not normal, but I know part of my mom isn’t ready for me to leave home yet. I am still her baby on some level. She always wanted a big family, and with the way things are going, that might be happening rather soon. Making my way back down the hall, I head to room 213. I’m only enrolled in two classes this semester, and neither of them are credits I need or care about. Opening the door to study hall, I stop when I see six sets of eyes turn and look at me.
A blush hits my cheeks when their gazes linger over me, and I see Croy among the students. He gives me a cocky chin lift. It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. I can’t believe he was telling people he gave me that hickey. I’ve only been back at school a week, and it seems things have changed. If I walked into this room last year, none of them would’ve turned to look my way. Now six of the school’s football players are staring at me like I’m the ‘precious’ from The Lord of The Rings.
“Megan?”
My heartbeat accelerates when I hear my name. I know that voice all too well. I look over to see Chris sitting at the front of the classroom, but my eyes shoot over to Miss Heart, who’s sitting o
n the corner of his desk. She’s smiling at my Chris, being extra flirty, and it makes me clench my teeth.
“Sorry, Coach Burns, the library...” My words trail off when I realize everyone is still staring at me. It’s not something I’m used to or really care for. I prefer to blend in with the crowd and keep to myself. Even more so in high school.
“Why don’t you come to the front of the room and have a seat?” He says it without having to hear the end of my sentence. He glances over to the back of the room where Croy and some of his teammates are sitting, and then back to me. His eyes are hard, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to get his silent message: Don’t fucking sit by them.
I debate it for half a second before I change my mind. Though I love when I get Chris worked up and crazy, and Croy seems to be his hot button, I opt not to. Tonight’s the first game of the season, and he doesn’t need me adding to his stress. No matter how much I want to go over there in protest of Miss Heart sitting on his desk, I refrain. Isn’t there a freaking thirty-year-old history book she should be updating or something?
Making my way to the front of the classroom, I sit in the chair directly in front of them, dropping my bag on the floor next to me. Now I’ll be able to hear everything they say. Miss Heart shoots me an annoyed look, like she notices this as well, but she quickly covers it up. She leans down close to Chris, and it’s then I realize my mistake. Now she’ll just have to lean in close to him to whisper.
I can’t do anything but stare at her. The famous Miss Heart. And by ‘famous’, I mean all the boys have talked about her since I can remember. She teaches ninth grade history and runs the cheerleading squad for the varsity football team. Today is game day, so the cheerleaders wear their uniforms, the players all sport their jerseys, and all the teachers and students dress in ‘spirit’ gear, something I’ve never participated in. I’ve never even gone to one of the games. Living in Texas, people worship high school football; something I still don’t understand.
Like everyone else Miss Heart is all dressed up for game day. She has her dark hair in a high ponytail with blue and white ribbons. Her jeans fit her almost like a second skin, and I wonder how she breathes in them. Her school shirt has a deep V down in the front, and the further she leans down towards Chris, the more her boobs show.
I look over at him and see his eyes are locked on me, not paying any attention to Miss Heart.
“Chris,” she says louder, making him look back at her. I bite the inside of my mouth.
“We could really use your help on Saturday. Afterwards everyone is going out, and you’re more than welcome to join us. You can meet the rest of the staff. I’m sure we’ll be celebrating your win.”
“I don’t think I can, Kim. I’m moving this weekend.” His voice is dismissive, and it warms my belly. Normally, girls like her get all the guys, but for some reason Chris wants me. It’s attention I’ve never gotten from the opposite sex before. Well, not until recently. But to be honest, I hadn't wanted it until him. Chris is different. I knew it from the moment I ran right into him. My mom always told me when I found the one, I’d know it, and she was right. Seeing him and feeling him for the first time, it was like my body came alive. And like most things I’ve wanted in life, I just went for it. When I decide on something, it’s final and there’s no holding me back. That’s what I’ve been doing with Chris, but sometimes I think I bit off more than I can chew. I know this could end badly, and that maybe our timing is wrong, but I also know that it would take something like this, something hard and fast and consuming, to change me.
“How about you come Saturday night, and I’ll come over Sunday and help you.” She leans in closer to Chris, and I hear her say in a hushed tone, “Or I could just stay over Saturday night, and I’ll be there in the morning to help you.”
“Megan.” I jump when Croy says my name and it pulls me away from hearing Chris’ answer to Miss Heart’s innuendo. I don’t turn around to look at Croy, because I know he’s taken the seat behind me. I can feel him leaning up closer to me, and I want to cringe.
“Yes, Croy,” I say, pulling out my notebook from my bag, trying not to stare at Miss Heart and Chris. I don’t want to watch her flirt with him, and I know there’s nothing I can do about it.
“You change your mind and decide you want to come to the dance with me? Broke my heart when you cancelled.”
It’s hard to contain the snort I want to release. First off, it wasn't me who cancelled the date, it was Chris. He took my phone and texted Croy. I’m not even sure what he said because he deleted the text and blocked his number. I don’t know what Croy’s deal is. We’ve gone to school together since middle school, and I don’t think he’s ever talked to me in my life until this year. It’s got to be these boobs. I glance down at my shirt and see my boobs straining against it. I really need to get some bigger sizes. I had no idea this was going to happen over the summer. This has to be more then late blossoming.
“Hmm…” I struggle to find the words. I’ve not been big on talking to boys. Chris is the exception, but he’s definitely no boy.
I feel Croy pull one of the pencils out of my hair, making my locks fall, hitting my shoulders. I’m annoyed, and I start to say something, but luckily I’m saved from having to answer him.
“Anderson, why don’t you go to my office and watch those game tapes? I’ve got them sitting on my desk.”
I look up to see Chris glaring over at us. Why is he angry? It’s not like I can control where Croy chooses to sit. It’s freaking study hall. Seniors come and go as they please. But I love that he’s feeling a spark of the jealousy that I’m feeling right now.
Getting up from his seat, Croy tugs on a piece of my hair, making me look up at him. “You coming tonight?” he asks, and I know he’s talking about the game.
I just nod my head.
“Wait for me after and we’ll talk.” He pauses for a second, and then leans down so he can look me in my eyes. “Since you won’t respond to my texts.”
“Sorry, I’m terrible about charging my phone.” It’s not a total lie. I’m the worst with that thing.
“Croy!” Chris snaps again, making both of us jump. Even Miss Heart backs off his desk.
Croy throws his hands up in an apologetic gesture, but he looks back at me, and then at Chris, before he shakes his head and leaves.
“All right. Why doesn't everyone head out.” I glance up at the clock on the wall and see school isn't out for another fifteen minutes, but everyone hops to, excited about the early dismissal. Miss Heart continues to stand there, so I grab my bag, hating that I’m going to have to leave them both in here alone.
“Megan, I need to speak with you. Your father asked me to give you a message.” I can tell from his tone that he’s pissed, and for some reason it makes my nipples hard. Hearing the authority in his voice does something to my body I didn’t expect. After the Croy incident yesterday, he fucked me until I could barely move. Everything between my legs has been so sore today, but just his tone makes me wet with need.
Miss Heart stands there like she’s waiting to hear the message herself. I bet she’s hoping he gives me the message and then I’ll leave, giving her the alone time I can see she’s chomping at the bit to get. But I have a feeling Chris is going to give me more than a message.
“We’re done here, Kim.” His words are final and dismissive, and I almost feel bad for her. Almost.
She lets out an irritated breath, and I can tell she wants to say something, but she won’t because I’m standing there. “Guess I’ll see you on the sidelines tonight.”
“Keep your cheerleaders away from my players, or they’ll be cheering from the stands.”
My eyes bulge at his words, and I wonder what she’ll say, but she just clenches her jaw and slams the door behind her. Chris follows after her, and I wonder what he’s going to do, but when he reaches the door he locks it. He pulls down the window shade, and then turns to look at me.
My whole body starts to bu
zz as I feel his eyes on me. If I didn't know him I’d probably be scared. Chris isn’t a small man by any means. He’s well over a foot taller than me, my head just coming up to his chest. It’s clear he still maintains the build he had when he played in the NFL, because there isn't a soft spot on him. He’s muscled everywhere, and sometimes when he takes me, I feel completely caged under him. Right now, his dark brown eyes seem black, and I see him take a slow deep breath, release it, and squeeze his fists at his side.
“Bend over the desk.” His words come out as a growl, and I hardly recognize it. Nodding, I head towards the desk he was just sitting at, and do what he says.
Dropping my bag back on the floor, I get to his desk and bend over. Once I’m in position I wait. I stay there for a few minutes and nothing happens, but I know not to move.
“Chris?” I ask, the silence killing me.
“Again.”
I don’t understand what he means, but now I can feel him behind me. I can feel the soft touch of his pants against my legs.
“Say my name again.”
“Chris.”
As soon as his name passes my lips, he flips up my skirt. He told me to wear one this morning after he fucked me against my bathroom door. He had to rip my pants down my legs, and afterwards he told me, “Enough with the pants shit.” He said he needed easy access to me, so I dug through my drawers to find this skirt.
In a flash, my panties are down my thighs, but he doesn't pull them off. He uses his feet to kick mine further apart, stretching the white material of my panties. It makes the cotton bite into my thighs, and the feeling puts me on edge. I hear the sounds of his belt buckle coming undone, and then his zipper going down. My pussy knows what’s coming, and my clit starts to pulse.
“This is going to be quick. I need this to calm me down before I can let you leave this room. I know I won’t get to see you until tonight.” I can hear the pleading tone in his voice, so I push my ass back further, letting him know I want this.
