“I’m afraid we’re out of time, angel…unless you’d like to join me in my office for an extension of your oral exam.”
“I feel like I can comprehend everything that I need, but I really need more help with the oral portion of learning Russian. More than just memorization for a test.”
I’m ready to memorize every inch of her body.
Wasting no time, I jump out of my seat so quickly the chair flies backward and lands half-way across the room. I grab my things and move quickly toward her, taking her tiny little elbow in my hand for the first time and lifting her from her chair and holding her jacket out in reverse fashion, so the back of her jacket will be worn on her front. No way am I allowing anyone else to see this revealing dress on what belongs to me.
Her
legs are wobbly as I lead her to the door, and I pull her in close, tucking her into my hip.
She’s not the only one having trouble walking, my pants acting as a damn near Medieval torture device, and I have to practically side step, my erection being restrained so aggressively I know my dick’s going to be red from the chafing of my underwear and trousers by the time we get to my office.
And it’s going to be even redder when I ram it deep into her tight little cunt as she writhes on the sheets on my bed, trying to accept my fat cock.
Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me, or is her innocence all an act?
As I continue my unorthodox walk through the hall Alexa catches on, and I see the movement of the top of her head as it dips sideways and down, and she notices exactly what she’s done to me.
Her eyes dart from my thighs up to my eyes and her pupils dilate as shock covers her face. “Are you ok, teacher?”
I grunt something incomprehensible.
“Are you as excited as I am about me passing your oral exam?”
Oh, little one, the real oral exam is about to begin. You. Have. No. Idea.
“I’m excited to continue this oral instruction,” I smirk.
“Good, because my mom says I’m not good at your class and said I was going to fail.”
“You were never going to fail, no matter what. You’ve got your whole life in front of you and I’m here to help guide you along the way.”
“Like a guidance counselor?”
“Much more than that, little one.”
“Good, because I still want more instruction from you.” Her eyelids flutter. “I want you to help me with my oral and tell me how I’m doing, and not only that but to guide me in…other things.”
“What other things?” I swallow hard.
“All other things, especially the parts of life that are,” her gaze drifts back down to my waistline. “Hard.”
Fuck me.
This girl is innocent as the day she was born but she’s willing and eager to learn, and she wants me to be her teacher in all facets of life. She’s staring down at my cock like it’s in trouble, and is it ever because I don’t know if I can make it to my office before I explode. My little girl is horny as hell for me. Me and only me, and she knows it’s time for me to make her mine.
I think back to my decision to come to this town time has forgotten, thinking about how randomly I’d picked it and how it was my intention to just hide out here and not do anything with anyone, violent or otherwise.
The violence part was easy, but the other part has been beyond difficult with Alexa right under my nose all semester. Russia is famous for its women, but for some reason they never did it for me. I was always just too focused on being perfect at my job, and even when women tried to tempt me there was just something about them that never really lit a fuse underneath me, and I never participated in fulfilling their wants and needs. There was always the case that the women were sent in my direction as a honeypot trap, but that wasn’t it. I wasn’t scared of anyone trying to kill me or set me up for a kill. I’m the best at that and can sniff it out a mile away. I was just never into it, into them, and I don’t do things for pure pleasure. My life is calculated, precise, and I don’t deviate from my plans…until I decided to come here, until her.
She’s changed me as a man, showed me what it’s like to really live and as corny as it sounds to say it…to love. My life has always been about tearing down, destruction, causing heartache. Now I want to build and cause joy, with her. And that starts with putting my seed inside her and building a family. Together.
I grit my teeth from the pain in my midsection.
“Are you annoyed by me?” she asks, incorrectly interpreting my reaction to everything that’s happening.
“I’m annoyed by myself, that we didn’t have this talk earlier,” I admit, realizing I wasted an entire semester when I could have already had a baby in her belly by now.