God. She’s not a slut. She’s a fucking gorgeous angel.
But I know when she writes those words she doesn’t build her walls up like she did in this school. Instead, I imagine her biting down her lip with that mischief gleam in her eyes she openly shows me.
I want to get out of this library and find Eva and fuck her senseless just like the way she wants to, but I don't think the school would approve the huge hard-on I'm sporting. So, instead of looking for my girl in the hallways like a madman, I reach for my phone and message her.
*Library. Now.*
Three dots appear and disappear a few times until she finally sends a reply back.
*Now?*
Oh, baby girl. You have no idea the monster you created.
*Right. Fucking. Now.*
Three dots appear, and this time her reply comes fast.
*Yes, Mr. Richards.*
I groan out loud at her response and stare at the door as every second feels like hours to me.
Finally, the door creaks open, and she stands there. Her cheeks are rosy, her eyes have that mischievous hunger, and her thighs pressed together. Too beautiful to look at. Too beautiful to look away.
I crook my finger at her, and she slowly makes her way to me.
The way she walks the distance between us may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She stops a foot away from me. Her breasts heave with each breath she takes. She looks at me under her lashes, and my dick is too hard it fucking hurts.
“Bend over that desk,” I order her. I can’t even recognize my own voice. It’s so low with the desire runs through my veins.
She walks to the desk, swaying her gracious ass before bending down to rest her tits against the wooden desk. She looks around like she wants to be sure there is no one watching us. When her face is turned toward me, her eyes are full of excitement and lust as I make my way to her.
“Are you wet, baby girl?”
“Why don’t you find out yourself, Mr. Richards?” she fires back.
Lifting her skirt up, I palm her pussy. Her wetness has already soaked her lace panties. I hum with approval.
“Good,” I coo as I grab her hair in one hand while freeing myself with the other. “This will be hard and quick. Do you think you can keep silent?” I taunt her, rubbing my cock on her pussy through the lace.
“I don’t know,” she breathes out.
I grab her panties on both sides and tear it with one move. Her surprised shriek makes me chuckle.
“Open your mouth,” I whisper to her ear, lifting her back to my chest. When she does as I say, I bring her ripped panties to her mouth. “Keep it between your lips. Don’t make a sound.”
She wriggles in my hold, rubbing herself on my cock. Flesh against flesh.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan. When she mumbles around the panties on her mouth, I pull it out to hear what she’s trying to say.
“I’m on the pill. It helps with my period. You can… if you want to…” she trails off.
Placing my head on her entrance, I whisper, “You want my cum filling you up, baby girl?”
She moans. “Yes.”
Without giving her a warning, I thrust into her and almost come right that second.