I like it when Vince knows how to accept a compliment. “Oooh, how strong are they?”
“Strong enough to balance your sweet thighs while I make a meal out of you.”
I gasp audibly once I work out that visual in my head. My body likes the dirty talking Vince even better than regular Vince.
“Did you just get wet?” he growls when we reach the main hallway.
I can’t believe we’re doing dirty talk at school.
“Yeah, yeah I did. That’s a nice image.”
He pulls me to a stop next to the bulletin board and backs me against the cold stone wall. He kisses my lips sweetly. “You like that visual?”
I kiss him back. “I do. I can’t wait to try that move.” He moves his lips down to my throat. “Am I up against a wall in that scenario?”
He kisses the spot between my collarbones. ‘Mm…wall not necessary.”
I grip his face and kiss him some more. “We’re gonna need that wall.”
Another kiss, and another.
“Oh yeah, why’s that?” he asks.
I k
iss him yet again and he kisses me back. “Because once I start bucking, I’m likely to drown you, and I can’t have that.”
“Good lord, woman,” he replies, his voice a dark rattle. “You are filthy. Did you come this way or did I make you this way?”
“I come whatever way you want me to,” I joke.
“Stop it,” he grits out.
“You love it. You know you want me to suck the grumpy juice out of you so hard you’ll be singing show tunes in the shower for the rest of your life,” I murmur, palming his cock over his jeans.
He grips my hips and presses into me, nudging my breasts with his face and playfully biting my nipple through my bra and sweater. “No way. I’m gonna fuck all the puns right out of your dirty mouth.”
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She hikes up one thigh around my waist and breathlessly replies, “Oh yeah? Well nothing would make me happier than you trying. I’ll drink up every drop until I’m Singing in the Rain.”
“You are the worst,” I bite out.
“Some men find me adorable and charming.”
I pound my fist against the stone wall. I can’t tolerate even the faintest hint of a joke about other men sniffing around my Jewel.
My voice rumbles into her neck. “Which men find you adorable? Don’t forget you’re mine. All of you.”
“You know you still haven’t finished me off from the other morning… And nobody’s around, if you wanted to…”
My hands are already all the way up the back of her skirt and grazing over her panties. My fingers linger on the fabric over the split in her ass and I press just enough to make her squeak. I’m about to say something really inappropriate when I realize her squeaking sounds uncannily like the words, “Headmistress Moody!”
Fuck.
Hair smoothed, shirts and skirts straightened, boners hidden, smeared lipstick managed, we turn to face the buttoned-up lady in the tidy hunter green cardigan emblazoned with the school logo and the severe bun clip clopping toward us.