I put my arms behind my head even though it was a fucking struggle. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her until the bed broke, but I knew we had to have some boundaries. Besides, watching her try to impress me had me hard as a rock. She could have some fun with my cock before I spurted all over her face. Because tonight, she was going to be my little slut, right under Daddy's roof.
Stells licked her way from the base of my dick to the very tip, making her lips join in the fun by slurping up the precum that was leaking from the slit.
"You like that, Milo?" she whispered. "You don't have to answer, I can taste that you do. How are you going to stop yourself from coming right now?"
Good fucking question, I thought to myself, but I never lost my composure as I grinned down at her. "If you make me come before I want to, I'll do anything you want."
Her eyes lip up at the proposition. "Anything?" I nodded, and she grinned wider. "Even if I want you to get rid of your shitty car?"
"Gertie?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "Why do you want me to get rid of her?”
"Because it's old and like, shouldn't even be on the road anymore," she groaned.
"Fine," I muttered. "Good luck, princess."
This time, when she went back to sucking my cock, I actually questioned whether I'd be able to hold it. Her tongue was desperate, quick, joined by her sharp cheekbones hollowing out as she sucked in deep. I resisted the urge to wrap my hand in her hair, around her throat, anywhere where I could control her pace and just spurt my cum all the way into her throat.
She looked back up, momentarily disappointed by the fact I hadn't bust a nut over her sinful self yet. Then, she pulled the ace out of her sleeve. Tugging on the crop top, she undid one button after the other. I let out a huff as I watched her tease her nipples right through the ribbed fabric.
"Stells," I groaned.
"Yes?" Her smile was innocent, but her eyes were anything but. "You want more?"
I wouldn't answer, and she unbuttoned the top before tugging on the fabric even more, revealing an inch of skin here, then there. Her pretty nipples poked out, and I closed my eyes, counting to three before opening them again. "I want more, Stells. Show me fucking more."
She ripped the top off. Her pretty tits I'd neglected last time reminded me of what I'd been missing all those years since we stopped hanging out. I wanted to sink my teeth into her skin. Crawling on top of me, she grabbed my cock with both palms and rubbed my leaking tip all over her pretty boobs. I watched in delight as she licked and rubbed, squeezed and pulled. I was getting so damn close from it all, it was an effort not to just let her milk me. But I was saving it. That night, I was determined for Estella to swallow my load.
"Get on the edge of the bed," I told her, and she stopped in her tracks.
"I thought you said we weren't going to-"
"Strip. Edge of the bed, on your knees. Right fucking now."
Her eyes widened, but she knew better than to say now. Rushing off the bed, she pushed those little shorts down, exposing the globes of her ass in a hot pink thong. That went down next, and she stood before me, the way I wanted to see her. I could feel the embarrassment she felt, freezing her in place as she looked anywhere but at me. But I saw no imperfections. All I saw was a perfect, beautiful woman.
I motioned for her to get on the bed, and she followed my silent orders, pushing her up at me as I stood up behind her.
"Did you bring condoms?" she asked, probably ready for an argument.
I thought her question over before spitting down on my cock and making it nice and wet before pushing into her tight pussy. "Nope."
She mewled as I started to fuck her. That pussy was still impossibly tight, and I had to make room for my dick with each thrust of my hips. Her walls hugged me, clinging onto me with desperation as Estella dissolved into moans before me. I gripped her waist with both hands.
"Ride." My order was simple, and she was wise enough to obey. A little moan escaped her lips as she started bouncing on my cock, a little clumsily at first but getting better and better with each movement of her hips. "Still think you can make me come?"
She whimpered. "I d-don't know if I can."
"Oh, like it's hard?" I asked her gently, kissing the nape of her neck and gathering her hair in a fist. "Come on, princess. You bragged, now fucking work for it."
I could practically feel her priorities shift as she pushed her own pleasure to the side. Stells glanced at me over her shoulder before she started riding properly, her hips bouncing off my own as she smacked her ass to my groin time after time again. She couldn't help the moans coming from her lips, but I was past the point of wondering whether her prissy maid could hear us. Instead, I enjoyed the sensation of my sweet woman working my cock for all it was worth. And when I was close enough to burst, I pulled out of her, ignoring her breathy protests and turning her around on the bed so her head was at the edge of the bed and she was lying on her back.
"Milo," she whispered, her eyes hungrily devouring my cock. "Give me your cum."
"I will," I promised her. "No more holding back, I promise. You decide when."
"Even if it means you... you'll lose your car?" She bit her bottom lip, and I cursed inwardly but found myself nodding. Fuck, the things I'd do for this girl.
"Yeah. Just suck."
She grinned before sucking my tip between her lips. I couldn't see her eyes, not that I could even keep my own open. All I wanted was to spill my load all over her pretty body. Remembering that she was splayed out bare for me, I looked down and toyed with her nipples as she worked my cock. Her body was so damn pliant, ready to do whatever the hell I wanted for me, and I couldn't get enough. Stells' hands joined her lips, and she worked me with quick motions of her hands. Finally, I knew I couldn't hold on any longer, and the only warning she got was a grunt of her name before my creamy seed filled her mouth. She sputtered and coughed, grabbing my still twitching cock and painting her own body with my cum. I watched, mesmerized, as she covered her nipples and tits with spurt after spurt of the liquid before kissing the top of my cock. Then, she dipped her fingers into the mess she'd made and brought them up to her lips, watching me as she cleaned herself off.
I sat down on the bed next to hers, leaning down and covering her mouth with mine. I could still taste my own cum, salty and sticky on her lips. I kissed her deeply enough to tell her she was mine before falling on the bed, with my head at Estella's feet.
"You're gonna be the fucking death of me," I muttered against her skin, wrapping my hands around her ankles and gently biting on her legs. "Do you have any fucking idea what you're doing to me, Stells?"
"I do," she lay on her back, blissfully staring up at the ceiling with her hand on my inner thigh. "God, you're so fucking perfect, Milo."
"Far from it," I muttered as she pulled herself up on her elbows, furrowing her brows at me.
"You are, you know," she said defensively. "You always were better than me, anyway."
"No way," I laughed. "Better at what, exactly?"
"I'm not the one who got into Eastvale," she muttered.
"Stells... I..." I sat up too, pulling her pink throw over my exposed cock. "Look, there's something I need to tell you about that."
"Don't," she whispered. "Not today. Right now, I just want to lie in your arms. Maybe you can make the world stop spinning, just for a little bit."
I smiled at her before pulling her up against me. We were getting the bed messy but I was past the point of giving a damn. I wrapped her up in that obnoxious blanket and pulled her closely against my body. I kissed the tip of her nose and watched the corners of her mouth pull up as she rested her head against my chest.
"I want to stay with you forever," she whispered against me.
"I want that, too."
"Do you think papa will ever approve?"
The question hit me out of nowhere, and I hoped she wouldn't notice me tense up as I stroked her pretty hair. "I don't know, Stells. Is that going to stop you from being wit
h me?"
She cuddled closer, shaking her head. "Never."
"Good." I pulled her closer, inhaling the scent of her shampoo as she nestled against my chest. "Because I'm not letting you get away again."
22
Date: October 15th, 2019, 11 a.m.
Place: Wildwood Academy
Milo
Life was finally on track. Estella was mine, I was going to my dream college, and things were good at home. All there was left to do was make sure Stells got into Eastvale as well and put her dad behind bars. I was still working on my strategy to tell Estella what I knew, but I knew I needed to take care of the Eastvale thing first.
Even though I'd promised myself I wouldn't interact with Miss James anymore, I found myself wondering whether I should outright accuse her of not sending my girl's application. But surely there was another way around it. My goal wasn't to get anyone in trouble. I just wanted to head to Eastvale next fall with Estella in tow.
As it turned out, I didn't need to find Miss James - Miss James found me.
I was sitting in history class when the speakers in the classroom crackled to life. We all looked up from our desks. This usually meant trouble.
"Would Milo Earnshaw please report to Miss James' office," the school secretary's voice called out, already sounding bored. "I repeat, Milo Earnshaw to Miss James' office, please."
Low whistles accompanied me as I picked up my stuff and grabbed my backpack off the floor. Even the teacher, Mr. Norton, looked concerned as he gave me a curt nod to signify I could leave. I knew whatever was going to happen wasn't going to be good, and I groaned inwardly as I made my way out of the classroom and down the hallway to Miss James' office.
I took a deep breath before knocking on the door twice. Her voice called out for me to come in, and I walked into her office with a wary gaze. Miss James was sitting at her desk wearing a smug smile, her sundress replaced by a tight pencil skirt and white blouse combo. My brother probably would've been drooling all over her already, but my boner for Miss James was well and truly done for.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked as I put the backpack by my feet and sat down in front of her desk.
"I did," she said, giving me a self-satisfied smirk. "We have something to discuss, don't you think?"
"Like what?"
"Like this." She opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a scrap of hot pink, lacy fabric. I felt myself getting hot as she dangled her own underwear in front of me. "Confiscated from your brother, Natan. Mind telling me how he got his hands on my underwear?"
"I..." I swallowed. "I'm sorry. It was... an exchange of favors."
"I see." She put the panties back in the drawer and smiled sweetly at me. "But I assume you took these from my home when I busted you there a couple of days ago."
I didn't answer, just shifted my position in the chair, feeling guilty as fuck. "I'm sorry, Miss James, I shouldn't have done that."
"No, you shouldn't have," she told me pointedly, getting up from her desk and walking over to me. She perched her ass on the desk and gave me a concerned look. "Milo, I'm afraid your behavior has been worrisome this whole school year."
I glared at her. I knew where this was coming from. She was just being a bitch because I'd declined her charms. "I'm sorry you feel that way."
"Unfortunately, I'm not the only one." She sighed and pulled out some papers from a folder on her desk. "Some of your recent tests, which you scored a B on... Highly unlikely for you, isn't it, Milo?"
"Happens to everyone," I shrugged. A couple of B's was nothing to get too upset over.
"Well, and there's the case of this chemistry pop quiz," she went on, pointing to an ugly C- on the front of the paper marked in smeared red ink. "Which you got a C minus on... very strange, Milo, given that you've gotten straight A's for years before this."
"Why are you so concerned about my grades?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows.
"Well, if this keeps up," she went on. "I'm going to have to report this to Eastvale and recommend a different candidate for the spot they had for a Wildwood student."
"Yeah?" I smirked at her. "Estella Hawthorne, by chance?"
She paled, but only for a second before she carefully put my papers away. "We'll see."
"Why did you even call me in here?" I asked, my annoyance getting the best of me. "Is there actually something you wanted to talk to me about, or are you just trying to threaten me?"
"Threaten you?" She laughed easily, as if she'd never heard anything funnier in her life. "I don't need to threaten you, Milo. I think we both know you're going to do the right thing to keep your spot at Eastvale."
"And what might that be?"
"Well, there can only be one reason that you're doing worse at school." She shrugged. "These things are common for boys your age, Milo. You meet a girl, start dating... and just like that, your grades start slipping and you can kiss your future goodbye."
I furrowed my brows. "If you're implying-"
"I'm not implying anything," she interrupted. "I know exactly what's going on here. You're under the influence of Estella yet again. She's got you wrapped around her little finger, hasn't she?"
"You have no idea what you're talking about." I stood up, but she stopped me with her hand on my wrist, her long fingernails digging into my skin. "Get your hands off me."
"Now now, Milo," she purred. "That's no way to talk to a member of Wildwood's staff. Looks like your rep sheet is getting worse and worse... You don't want me to keep adding offences, do you?"
"What the hell do you want?" I was losing my patience with her. "Just tell me what it is. Money?"
"Money?" she laughed. "No, not everybody is as obsessed with money as you Wildwood students... and your parents." She sneered. "I just want to make sure you don't mess up your future, dear Milo."
"So what do you want me to do? I'm not stupid. I know you called me in here because you want something." I crossed my arms in front of my body, glaring at her. "Why don't you just spit it out so we can get this over with?"
"Are you and Estella..." She turned her nose up at the mention of my girl's name, and I fought the urge to force that smirk off her face. "Are you officially together now?"
"Yes," I nodded proudly. "I asked her to be my girlfriend, so we are official."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," she shook her head. "That's what I was afraid of. I'm sorry, Milo, you might not like what I have to say next."
"What's that?"
"Well, I honestly think it would be in your best interest to break up with Miss Hawthorne," she shrugged nonchalantly. "She's influencing your grades, making you unable to focus on your studies, she's a bad influence altogether. I just don't think you two belong together, is all."
"And how in the fucking world is that your call to make?" I ground out.
"Language!" She gave me a fake-horrified look before laughing in my face. "Well, Milo, I am the one who's holding all the cards. Or maybe I should say... panties."
"You're also the one who didn't even send Estella's application through to Eastvale," I hissed. "I told you I could get you fired. I can still do that if I choose to. Are you really brave enough to toy with your fate like that, Miss James?"
"I'm not toying with anything," she purred, and I half-expected her to add 'yet' to the end of that sentence. God, the woman was fucking vile. "But I do want you to know that this is non-negotiable."
"Or else what?" I stood up straight, staring at her with determination. Like hell was I going to back down now. She didn't have me by the balls - if anything, she owed me.
"Or else," she started, her eyes turning to steel. "I'm going to let the principal know you not only stole my panties from private property, but also convinced me - seduced me - and told me not to send Estella's application."
"You... what?!" I roared into action. I was ready to take the woman down. I'd had enough of her shit. "You can't do that."
"Oh, of course I can," she batted her lashes at me innocently. "Really, Milo, who do you th
ink they're going to believe? Some eighteen-year-old boy who's had the hots for me, an innocent teacher, since he met me? Let me paint a picture for you, Milo... Once this comes out, your Eastvale admission is as good as gone. You'll be a pariah. You'll be forced to stay here. Estella will resent you forever. And you'll be fucked... even more fucked than you are now."
"You can't do that," I managed.
"Oh, but I can. I'm going to win this one, Milo. In the staff's eyes, I have no reason to lie."
I rubbed my eyes. "Why the hell are you doing this? Just to have your revenge because I turned you down?"
"It doesn't matter why," she purred. "None of it matters, and as long as you do what I ask of you, nobody is going to find out about any of this."
"And what do you want me to do?" I got out through gritted teeth. "Please, enlighten me."
"Well, that's simple." She smiled wide. "Like I said before, Milo, you and Estella just don't belong together. I think you should break up with her."
I gawked at her, unable to believe what I was hearing. "Break up with Estella so you don't leak some shitty fake information? You really think I'm going to do that?"
"Oh, yes," she laughed. "In fact, I'm certain you will." She stood up, straightening her tight skirt suggestively. God, she still wasn't fucking done hitting on me. This was a game of fucked-up revenge she was playing, for sure. The woman couldn't handle being turned down. "Now, I think it's about time you got the hell out of my office, Milo."
I picked up my backpack and stormed out. Just as I was about to slam the door behind me, she called my name, and I turned to look at her over my shoulder. "What do you want, you evil witch?"
"I've been called many things, but that one's a new favorite," she giggled like a schoolgirl. "Do let me know what you decide, won't you? And remember... if you do as I've said, I will be much more motivated to get Estella's application to Eastvale. Who knows, she might even get in. Just think of the fun we could have next year together."
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