His Little Bad Girl

by Madison Faye

  Her skirt up around her waist, I bring my hand down, every caveman instinct in me roaring like a beast before I let my palm rest on the impossibly soft skin of her ass. She whimpers, arching her back and almost subtly pushing her little ass back into my hand. My grip tightens, my cock lurching in my pants as I grab her butt in my hand.

  “Bad girls get punished, Ms. Kensington,” I purr. We’ve completely blown past anything even remotely resembling “the rules,” but I don’t give a shit. My attraction to and need for this angelic creature stretched out before me is all-consuming.

  She’s my everything, and I’m going to show her exactly what that means…even if I have to spank this drum-tight little ass until it’s red and swollen first.

  “Five, Ms. Kensington,” I growl right into her ear, loving the way she literally moans as my lips brush her ear. “Count them out loud.”

  My hand winds back, and without hesitation, I bring it down with a sharp thwack against her ass.

  Tempest squeals, and mewling moaning sound that comes out of her mouth is like audible sex. It’s like I’ve just dragged my tongue over her clit, rather than brought my palm down against her bratty little ass.

  “Count,” I growl.

  “One!” my little temptation moans out, her palms flat on my desk and her fingers clawing at it.

  I bring my hand down again, and the sound of it connecting with her tender ass and the sound of the moan of pleasure from her lips has me literally reaching down and stroking my cock through my pants.

  “Two!”

  I move to the other cheek for three, which only makes me press into her hip harder. She screams out “three” and then “four” in gasping, achingly sexy moans as I make her ass bright pink with my hand.

  “Five!”

  Five is back to the first cheek, and then, even though I said five, I bring a sixth one down on the other side again, to be even.

  When I’m done, every single muscle in my body is straining against my clothes. Every fucking nerve ending is on fire, and every inch of my cock aches to be buried inside of her. Tempest moans, arching her back and actively pushing back against my hand, almost like she wants more. And I’m sorely tempted to give it to her, except now there’s something else I want.

  Something I need.

  My hand strokes her ass, soothing her pink skin. The other one slides up her back, until I wrap a handful of her long blonde tangles in my fist. I pull gently, enough so she knows what I want as I pull her up into a standing position, my hand still on her ass. I move right behind her, and when I breath in the scent of her — of her shampoo, and her skin, and the intoxicating smell of her barely legal arousal soaking between her legs, I’m completely lost.

  Because I might be in charge here, but I am helpless for her. She might not — and probably doesn’t — know it yet, but she’s got me wrapped around her finger so damn tight I can barely breathe. And it’s not just the forbidden temptation either. It’s not just the filthy thoughts about claiming her tight, sweet young body as my own.

  It’s all of her.

  It’s that fire behind her eyes — the defiance, and the strength, and the way even as young as she is, she’s capable of standing tall and resisting the storm of this rigid, cookie-cutter town. It’s the way she’s entirely her own person, on her own terms.

  And I like that, a lot.

  She pushes back into me, breathing hard and squirming against my hand on her ass. My other one pulls her hair up, holding it in my fist as I lean down and brush my lips over her ear.

  “Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” I purr.

  She swallows, whimpering.

  “No, Mr. Knolls.”

  I groan, my hand cupping her ass as I press my rock-hard cock against it until she’s moaning.

  “Good.”

  She gasps as my hand starts to move lower, down between her thighs. She spreads them slightly, giving me entrance as my fingers slip over her absolutely soaking wet lacy black thong. I can feel the molten heat of her cunt through the material, burning against my palm as I let my teeth graze her neck.

  Rational thought somehow manages to break into my head. The implications of what I’ve already done — say nothing of what I’m planning on doing — to this sweet little angel suddenly come rushing into my caveman brain, and I force myself to stop.

  “Remind me how old you are,” I groan.

  “Eighteen,” she breathes. “I’ll be nineteen in a few months.”

  “I think you should get out of this office, Tempest,” I say quietly.

  She tenses. “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  She turns, squirming in my grip until she’s facing me, pressing herself right against me.

  “Don’t you think we’re a little past that?” She breathes the question, her pink lips glistening with gloss and the wet heat of her panty-covered pussy pressing against my throbbing hard erection.

  “I think we’re far past anywhere I should have gone with you,” I manage to growl out, somehow restraining myself, if only barely, from claiming those lips right then and there.

  “I’m eighteen, Mr. Knolls,” she whispers, and it’s like a fucking teasing little pulse that goes right to my cock.

  “I’m eighteen, and I want this, and…”

  She trails off, biting her lip between her teeth and letting the green pools of her eyes burn up into mine.

  “And I want to be your bad girl.”

  The last of my willpower shatters, and before I know it, my lips are crushing against hers. I’m not tender, or slow, or sweet. I kiss her like I’m starving and she’s a last meal.

  And I’m lost.

  I’m drowning in the kiss, in the soft innocence of her lips, at the little mewling sounds from her throat as I claim that mouth and pull her against me. Her tight body molds to mine as I taste the sweetness of her tongue and the softness of those lips.

  Her hands are at her side, like she doesn’t quite know what to do with them. I know what to do with mine though. I slide them down to her ass, and she moans as I slip them up under her skirt and grab it. Her hot little butt is drum tight, and I imagine prying those cheeks apart and wedging my cock between them. I imagine claiming that ass, and making her scream as I fill it with my cum.

  Our tongues duel together, before slowly, she brings her hands up to run over my shirt. She clutches at me, moaning into the kiss as my hands explore her skin. I keep one on her ass, the other moving slowly over her hip to the front, until I’m cupping the soaking wet heat of her pussy in my palm. I tug at the back of her tongue, using my fingers to pull it tight and mold it against her dripping wet sex.

  She whimpers, kissing me harder.

  The front of her panties are soaked, sticking, and hot, and I roar into her lips at the need to taste her. I rub my finger over the sticky front of them and bring it up. I pull away from her lips just enough to slip my finger into my mouth, and I groan at the sweet candy taste of her.

  And now I just want all of her. Now.

  I start to tear at the buttons of my shirt, and her hands are there to help, fumbling and pulling at the bottom ones as I move down from the top. I shrug the damn thing off of my arms, and her moans turn to cooing sounds as she runs her fingertips and her eyes over every inch of my tattooed, muscled chest.

  I groan as I lean down and claim her lips again, savoring the intoxicating softness of them as her little hands trace across my muscles. My hand moves between us, slipping down over her soft little tummy and pushing my fingers under the lacy edge of her panties. I slip my hand down, and she cries out as they find her slick, wet, scorching hot little cunt. My fingertip rolls over the delicate little nub of her clit, circling it and making her rock her hips against me.

  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 tim
e 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.