“You’re all I ever want, forever, angel,” I purr into her ear. “You’re it for me.”
She moans softly as I kiss her again, before I slide my lips to her ear.
“I’m driving you home later, and this time, I will be coming inside.”
10
Tempest
My pulse races as I close the kitchen door. He’s silent behind me, and when I turn, one hand still on the knob, he’s just standing there, taking me in.
“What?” I ask quietly, the shyness and the nervous excitement of what’s about to happen suddenly making me weak in the knees.
“Nothing, Princess,” he purrs in that deep, silky, sexy voice of his. He moves closer, until he’s right against me. I gasp, pressing back into the kitchen door as his hands move to my hips. His lips find mine, and I moan into them as he kisses me slowly. The kiss melts away the nervousness, or at least turns it into something else — something fiercer, and hotter, and something that ignites a fire inside of me.
“I like seeing where you live,” he murmurs, pulling away to glance around Paul and Carrie’s kitchen, dim in the late afternoon light.
This is really happening. My gorgeous, dominant, sinfully sexy, and amazing Headmaster is actually at my house. We parked in the garage, even if he told me he wouldn’t give a shit about parking on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see. But the garage might be a touch more low-key.
“So this is where you eat,” he murmurs, glancing around the kitchen before turning back to me. His hands tighten, and he groans as he presses himself against me. His face lowers, and I whimper as his lips brush my ear.
“Show me where you sleep, angel,” he growls.
I gasp, my chest rising and falling quickly as I grab his hand and pull him through the house. I’m halfway up the stairs when he stops me, and before I can turn or ask what he’s doing, I’m suddenly being gently pushed forward. I moan, my hands on the step in front of me and my feet planted on one a few steps lower. The effect has my skirt pulled up high on my thighs, with him right behind me. His hand skims up my thigh, and I hear him groan deeply as he pushes the skirt up high.
“I think my dirty little girl is excited about this,” he murmurs.
And I know what he sees. I ditched the stupid gym shorts before I got into his car, and I know he can see how dripping wet my pussy is. The raw need for him shivers through me as he leans close, and when his breath teases across my ass, I moan quietly.
His hand moves up my thigh, over my ass, giving it a squeeze. His big, strong finger moves between my cheeks, slowly moving down and tracing down my cleft. He teases it over my asshole, making me shiver and moan before he traces lower. He runs it right over my puffy, slick lips — teasing my slick, sticky lips and making me cry out.
“Such a bad girl,” he growls roughly, his finger rubbing my clit slowly. “Getting all hot and bothered by her teacher.” He makes a tsking sound as he rubs me, making me moan, shamelessly bent over in front of him on the staircase.
“Is this tight little pussy ready for my cock, princess?” he purrs. I whimper, nodding since I can’t make words while he’s touching me like this. He eases two fingertips inside, and I gasp as he spreads my lips wide, exposing me. Christian groans deeply, his fingers slowly dragging up and down my soft, slick lips.
“So fucking tight,” he rumbles out, his voice making me shiver in ecstasy. “So wet and so ready to take every inch of my big cock.”
“Please,” I gasp, my knees shaking.
But he slowly takes his hand away, pulling my skirt back down into place before he stands and moves right behind me. His lips tease my ear again.
“Show me your room, baby girl,” he whispers deeply.
I swallow, my head swimming as I grab his hand and yank him up the stairs. I know what I’m about to pull him into, and while the thought of him seeing what my room looks like is slightly embarrassing, the raw need for him to take me wins out.
We pause in the doorway, and the redness creeps into my face.
“Paul and Carrie, they…” I look at the floor. “I was eleven when I came to live with them, and they sort of…”
“You were a little girl,” he whispers, his arms circling me from behind.
The room hasn’t changed much over the years. Yes, I’ve put up some rock n’ roll posters, and there’s makeup and some other more “adult” things lying around the vanity, and the picture books on the shelves have been replaced by novels and textbooks and magazines.
Beyond that though? It still looks like, well, not much different than the room fit for a princess that I’d walked into when I came to stay here way back then. I guess subconsciously I never changed the color of the walls, or swapped out the big, white, four-poster bed, or exchanged the shimmering and gauzy silver chandelier out of some sort of nostalgia.
Carrie and Paul knew what my room back home had looked like, and they’d tried to mirror it as much as they could. Heck, they’d even added to it, until the room was like cartoon movie-princess version of the room I’d come from. I’d loved it, of course, and I guess I’ve never changed any of it as a subconscious way of remembering where I came from.
Of course, standing there now, with the much older, incredibly sexy man who I’m hell-bent on losing my virginity to in the next, say, ten minutes, I’m suddenly very aware of how dorky it must look to him.
…Or worse, creepy.
I laugh awkwardly.
“I guess I could have painted?” I swallow, looking at my feet. “Sorry. I’ve just been lazy about changing anything since I moved in. There’s a guest room down the hall—”
“It’s perfect,” he purrs into my ear, his hands slipping around my waist and pulling me tight. “It’s you — the real you, and I love it.”
“I know I’ve got this whole image that the people at Thornbull see me as—”
“It’s just for show, at school.” He turns me in his arms so that I’m facing him. He shrugs. “I get it, trust me. I was an outsider too. You show them all what you want to show them, to keep yourself safe.”
I bite my lip, nodding, and somehow falling for this man even more than I already have.
“I get that you’re not really the bad girl you like them to think you are,” he whispers gruffly, pulling me close. “And I like that,” he growls. “I like that underneath it all, you’re so innocent, and sweet, and pure. I like that underneath it, you’re a little princess.”
His eyes narrow, and I whimper as I feel his cock growing hard between us, pressing into me.
“I like that you’re my little princess.”
“And your bad girl?” I breathe, falling into him.
“Well that depends,” he purrs, like an animal, into my ear.
“On?”
“On how wet that tight little cunt of yours is. How wet the thought of letting your much older Headmaster claim you as his own, and fuck that sweet little pussy right here on your pristine white princess bed until you take every drop of his cum makes you.”
I moan, and before I know it, I’m throwing my arms around him and kissing him with everything I have.
“Very!” I gasp, mewling into his lips. He growls, his hands moving to my ass and squeezing me tight.
“Then let’s see how bad you can be, angel.”
I moan as he picks me up, my legs going around him as he carries me across the room to my bed. His shirt tears away, and I’m moaning as I run my hands over his bare, muscled chest. My fingers trace his tattoos, and I whimper as his fingers quickly pull away my shirt, and then my bra.
I can feel the raw heat pulsing through me as he kisses his way down my neck and across the small of my breasts. His lips find my nipples, and I moan softly as he sucks one into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. He pushes my thighs apart, and his hand slowly makes it’s way between them. I moan as he strokes my pussy, running his fingers through my lips and rubbing my clit with his palm until his hand is slick from me.
He stands, growli
ng 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.
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 Marines before he went into teaching. In fact, all I want to do is be the light for him that chases that darkness away.