by Madison Faye
He stands, growling as he brings it to his face and inhales.
“Fuck, angel,” he groans, his eyes flashing as they hold mine. He slowly licks his fingers, growling. “I don’t think you can even comprehend the power that perfect little pussy has over me. You are all I want — forever, and for always in this world.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I breathe.
I barely have time to gasp before he’s on me.
I cry out as he falls between my legs, his firm hands pushing them up and apart. His tongue drags through my lips, pushing deep and swirling to tease out my honey. He teases it over my clit, making me gasp, before he moves lower. His wicked tongue swirls over my asshole, making me moan lowly like a dirty little girl.
His hands move to pull at his belt and zipper. He stands, leaving me gasping for more as he pulls his pants and boxers away. I groan, my eyes taking in his perfect, chiseled body. His bulging arms, his powerful chest, those washboard abs and the little trail of hair that leads down to his gorgeous cock.
He’s so big, and for a second, I worry about him even fitting inside of me. But I know without a doubt that he won’t and wouldn’t ever hurt me, and the fear passes.
I pull my skirt off, and I’m going for my knee-highs, when he stops me.
“Leave them,” he purrs, a wicked grin on his face that has me melting.
I lay back, spreading my legs and waiting for him, but he shakes his head. He moves next to me on the bed, kissing me with a passion that leaves me shaking and wanting more.
“Climb on top, angel,” he growls. “I want to watch you as you take every inch of me into that sweet little pussy.”
I gasp, nodding and kissing him again before I do as he says. I climb onto him, my legs astride his hips with his thick cock pulsing hot and hard against my belly. He groans, and it flexes against me like a muscle. White, sticky cream beads at the tip and smears across my soft skin. He groans and flexes again, and even more leaks out, dripping down his shaft and down my belly.
His hands find my ass, cupping me and raising me up. He centers me above his cock, and then settles me just enough so that his thick, fat head parts my soft lips. I lower gently, but then pause when I feel his head come against the resistance.
“I’m going to take this as mine now, angel,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine. “After this, there’s no going back. After this, the whole world is going to know you’re mine and mine only, forever.”
“You’re all I ever want,” I whisper, my pulse pounding.
He pushes up, and I cry out as I feel the sting of momentary pain. He doesn’t stop, but he goes slow, his thick, beautiful cock easing inch by inch deep into my untouched slit. My eyes go wide, and my whole head spins as I feel him stretching me so sweetly, and filling me so deeply. The pain melts, and suddenly, it’s like heaven. It’s the greatest feeling I’ve ever felt as he pulls me tight to him, and then I can feel his balls against my ass and know that every single inch of him is buried to the hilt inside of me.
Christian groans. He reaches up, cupping my jaw and pulling me down to kiss me. I whimper in pleasure as I feel him flex inside of me, his cock pulsing hot and deep. My arousal drips down his shaft and over his balls, and slowly, he starts to pull out of me. He raises my hips up, still kissing me, until only his thick head is nestled inside, before suddenly, he pulls me back down and buries every inch in me.
I cry out in pleasure, throwing my head back and clawing at his chest.
“Now ride me, baby girl,” Christian growls. “I want to watch you take every inch of that big cock again and again. I want to watch your face as you come all over me.”
His hands tighten on my hips and my ass, grinding into me and making me moan.
“Now be a good girl and fuck my cock.”
I rise up, whimpering as he eases out of me, and then crying out as I force myself back down, taking all of him in one stroke. Hands tighten on my ass, guiding me as I start to bounce up and down, my whole body melting into pleasure as I ride him.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven, angel,” he groans, his muscles rippling as he rolls his hips to meet mine. His huge cock splits me in two, stretching me so sweetly and filling me over and over again as I start to ride him faster and faster. I start to lose myself in it all, the whole room spinning as Christian Knolls makes my body feel things I’ve never felt before. I bounce faster and faster, feeling every thick inch of him plunge in and out of my little slit until I feel myself falling towards that sweet release.
I’m going to come on my Headmaster’s cock. I’m going to orgasm all over this much older man’s cock who’s just claimed my virginity and all of me as his own. And I realize that when I do, I want him to do it with me. I want to feel him explode deep inside of me. I want to know what it feels like to feel his warm cum filling me to the brim.
“I’m— oh God, Christian, I’m going to—”
“Come for me, Princess,” he growls, his muscles rippling as his arms grab me tightly by the waist. He starts to plunge his cock in and out of me, the wet sounds of us filling the room obscenely as his heavy balls slap my ass on every thrust. One of his hands slides up my body, cupping my breasts and twisting my nipples under his fingers.
“Ride that big, fat cock until you come all over me, baby girl. I want to feel your sweet girl-cum drip down my balls while your tight little cunt milks the cum from them. Make that pussy take all of my cum. Make it swallow every drop until I’ve filled you to the brim.”
His fingers twists my nipple, sending electric currents right to my core. His hand comes down with a sharp slap against my ass. And when he rocks his hips and grinds his big dick deep inside of me, it’s the last I can take.
I scream as I come, my entire body exploding around me as I come for the first first time with a man inside of me. I cry out, collapsing onto his chest as his thick cock fucks me right through my orgasm. I feel him tense, and hear him roar out his release, and then I feel it. I moan as his cock throbs and pulses deep inside of me, and when I feel the first spurt of thick, hot cum filling me up inside, I tumble right into another orgasm.
He pulses again and again, grinding his cock deep as squirt after squirt of his thick, hot seed fills my womb. Slowly, we come to a stop, until I’m a panting, trembling heap on top of him. He kisses me slowly, his tongue finding mine and his hands stroking my skin. Slowly, I make a move to get off of him, but his arms quickly circle me, pulling me tight.
“Don’t you dare,” he murmurs, kissing me. I gasp as he suddenly rolls us over so that I’m on my back with him on top, still buried inside of me. He rests on his hands, his huge frame covering me like a warm blanket as he kisses me fiercely.
“I want my cum to stay deep inside of you,” he growls, making me gasp as I feel his still-hard cock throb inside of me.
“I want that warm cum to stay inside of you until it takes,” he purrs. “In fact…”
I moan as he starts to slowly drive in and out of me again. I can feel the slick, sticky wetness of the two of us leaking slowly out of me, making wet sounds as his big cock begins to fuck me again. I can feel it dripping down from where we join, teasing over my ass and making me feel like such a dirty little slut, but his dirty little slut, and his alone.
“Fill me again,” I whisper in his ear, my hands clinging to his biceps and my legs wrapping around his waist.
We move slower this time, and then faster and faster, until the two of us are roaring again as we come together. I can feel his second load filling me all over again, pumping his seed deep inside of me as the orgasm explodes through me.
“Mine,” he growls quietly, kissing my neck.
“I’m yours,” I murmur, feeling the glow melt through me.
“Mine and mine only, Princess, forever.”
He spends the night, and when I fall asleep in his arms, I realize I’ve never felt more whole. I’ve never felt more protected, and needed, and like I belong as much as I do when I’m in Christian’s arms.
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br /> I wake to him taking me a third time, slowly opening my eyes and then moaning in pleasure as I feel him easing into me from behind. He holds my small body tight in his big hands as he fucks me, rocking his thick cock in and out of me until I scream for more and come all over him. This time, he pulls out, and I moan in pleasure as I watch him stroke his big cock until his cum spurts out, covering my tender pussy and splashing over my belly. He uses the head to rub it into my skin, making me glisten with his seed.
“I need to get home before school,” he growls, his face suddenly scowling. “I never want to leave you though.”
“I’ll see you at Thornbull,” I say with a small grin, kissing him softly.
“After all, bad girls like me just seem to find themselves in the Headmaster’s office time all the time…”
11
Tempest
His.
I’m still floating as I go through the motions at school that day. After he left me earlier that morning, I almost didn’t want to shower — ever — for fear of washing the scent of him and the feel of him from my skin. I wanted to smell like him, and feel the traces of him between my legs forever. I almost decided right then to forgo bathing forever, but eventually, I gave in.
I walked to school, my head in the clouds and my heart hammering in my throat as I replayed the memories of the night before, not to mention this morning.
No longer a virgin.
I’ve lost my virginity, and in the most incredible way I could have imagined. Not fumbling and awkward to some young, loser of a guy who just wanted one thing and didn’t even know how to properly do it. I lost it to the most incredible, loving, protective, perfect man I could have ever imagined. A man who knew exactly what he was doing and exactly how to give me the most perfect experience.
I don’t care that he’s twice my age or that he’s my Headmaster, or that what we have would be looked at disapprovingly by most people. I don’t care that there’s a darkness he holds behind his eyes — probably from his time in the SEALs before he went into teaching. In fact, all I want to do is be the light for him that chases that darkness away.
In the halls at Thornbull, I walk like I’m in a dream, heedless of everyone around me. I can still feel the soreness between my legs from him, but it’s a sweet, delicious soreness that I only want more of. I want more of it, and I want more of him. I want him everywhere — craving him like a drug that I’d do anything for. I want his hands all over me, claiming me. I want his tongue on my skin, and mine on his. I want to wrap my lips around his beautiful cock and swallow every drop of his sweet cum down my throat. I want him between my legs, fucking me like he owns me until he fills me with his seed. I even want him to claim the naughtiest part of me. I want to feel him bend me over and slide his cook deep in my ass, until I’m screaming for more.
It feels so good to be so bad for him, and I can’t wait for more. I’m meeting him after classes are over for the day, and I have every intention of dragging him back to my house again and worshiping every inch of him until neither of us can move.
My head is so lost in the clouds, actually, that I don’t realize the classroom I’ve just walked into his empty and dark until the door closes behind me. It’s then that I blink my way out of my daydreams, and stop short.
The classroom isn’t totally empty.
“Well, well, well,” Professor Hershman chuckles from behind his desk. “I take it you didn’t receive the text I sent out about class being canceled for the day?”
I freeze, the blood in my veins chilling as he stands and grins evilly at me.
“Oh, that’s right, I may have actually texted the whole class but you.”
I’m frozen as he steps from behind his desk and moves towards me.
“I wanted us to have some time alone together, Tempest,” he says with a sickly smile on his face. “You know, just the two of us.”
His hand reaches out, but I snap out of my frozen state and bat it away.
“Don’t you touch me,” I hiss.
Hershman just chuckles.
“Oh please, don’t pull that with me. We’re both well aware of your, ah, reputation in this school, you little cock-tease.”
My jaw drops, and I’m about to whirl for the door, but Hershman is faster. He darts past me to the door, whirling to stand in front of it, blocking me.
“I’m growing tired of our little teasing games, Tempest.”
I shake my head, trying to force myself not to shiver in fear as I glare at him.
“There are no games here, you asshole.”
Hershman just chuckles. He reaches for me, but I back away. His eyes narrow, and he moves forward, reaching for me again, when I bring out the only weapon I have.
“I know about Amy.”
The smile drops from his face.
“What did you just say to me?”
“Amy Sanders,” I hiss, my blood roaring in my veins. “I know what you did to her, you son of a bitch. I know what you did, I swear I’m going to tell every—”
“Go ahead,” he hisses. “Tell whoever. I’m a tenured, respected professor in a top financial institution. And you’re a dirty little slut, just like Amy Sanders.”
He shrugs and moves away, gesturing to the door.
“So go ahead, Tempest. Spread your bullshit to anyone you want and see if they listen. But let’s get one thing straight: we both know you need to pass this class to go to Harvard, but here’s something else I’m going to share with you.”
He grins wickedly, his eyes narrowing at me.
“You’re not going to pass this class unless you do everything I say.” His smile stretches wide, his teeth flashing evilly. “Is that understood?”
I want to cry. I want to scream. Instead, I’m just frozen to the spot, the nausea creeping up inside of me.
“So, soon, Tempest,” he hisses. “I will take what I want. Now get the fuck out of my classroom.”
I’m barely aware of moving past him and opening the door, until I”m running down the halls, the tears streaming down my face.
12
Christian
She’s not by my Range Rover after class. I frown, going to check my phone, until I realize I’ve left it back in my office. I circle through the school on the way back, finding it mostly empty except for a couple of professors still packing up. Mrs. Hinds, the Chemistry professor wishes me a good evening, and a scowling, perpetually pissed looking Professor Hershman mumbles something that vaguely sounds like a goodnight to me as he brushes past me to the parking lot.
But no Tempest.
Finally, I circle back to my office for the phone. Ms. Vitney is already gone for the day, and the lights off. I frown, wondering where the hell my angel is, when I swing my office door wide, and suddenly stop short.
Because there she is, sitting against the edge of my desk.
“Hi,” she says quietly.
“Hey.”
I close the door behind me, crossing my arms over my chest and watching her.
“Sorry I didn’t meet you,” she says quietly. “I just, I mean, it’s just that—”
I think I know where this is going. This is her doubt. This is her questioning how sincere I am, and suddenly wondering if I really am just a dirty old man putting his hands on one of his eighteen-year-old students.
These are all sentiments I’m going to squash right here and right now.
“You think this is just fun and games for me,” I say quietly.
Tempest looks up at me, her eyes red and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Is it?” she whispers, and the look on her face is so damn fragile it almost breaks me.
“No,” I growl. I move right to her, and she gasps as I scoop her into my arms. I kiss her with everything I have, searing my love into her lips with mine until she’s melting against me.
Love.
Because that’s exactly what I feel for her. It is physical, and it is blind lust, but it’s all of that and so much more than I�
��ve ever felt before, for anyone or anything.
“This is so much more than just that,” I growl, holding her tight. “I want all of you — you and you alone. Not just your body, but all of you.” I kiss her again, cupping her cheeks in my hand and pouring my soul into her.
“Let me tell you something, Princess. In case no one’s ever told you this, you are fucking incredible. You’re perfect, and gorgeous, and so damn sweet and innocent.”
She bites her lip, her cheeks turning pink.
“Well, not so much anymore,” she says, blushing. “Innocent, that is.”
I grin. “Still innocent, trust me. After the shit I’ve seen in this world, you’re the pureness I’ve been looking for. You’re the goodness I need.”
She melts into me, burying her face in my chest and holding me tight.
“I want that too, Christian, but what about what people—”
“Fuck what people think, or what they say,” I growl.
“What about your job?”
I shake my head. “We’ll figure it out. All I know is, you’re everything I’ve always wanted, and I’m sure as fuck never letting you go.”
“Please don’t,” she whispers, kissing me.
“Was this all why you didn’t meet me? Is this what you were worried about?”
She swallows, and her eyes give it away.
“There’s something else,” I say icily, seeing the truth there in her face.
She shakes her head, suddenly looking scared.
“Tell me whats going on, angel.”
“It’s nothing,” she sighs, looking away. “It’s just…”
“Tell me.”
“Professor Hershman, he…”
Every muscle in my body tenses, and my eyes narrow.
