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“We don’t work, Emma. Every time we try, it fails. The summer is going to be here soon, and it’s not like we will see one another, so what’s the point?” Trevor shrugs nonchalantly like it’s the most obvious answer.
“We don’t work?” My mouth drops open in shock. “That’s bullshit. We do work. You just think walking away is going to protect me and it’s not. The situation at my house is the same whether we’re together or not!” I raise my hands and drop them to my sides in frustration.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Trevor snarls, getting into my face as he backs me against the wall. “It’s always my job to protect you.”
I place one hand on his chest and the other around his neck; my expression softens looking at his angry one. Such polar opposites and yet we’re drawn together in ways that can’t be explained. I’ll take his anger as long as he’s here with me instead of ignoring me.
“You can protect me better by being with me. If we’re apart, how will you know if I need help?” My voice is almost a whisper as I move my hand from his neck and run it through his hair. I learned a while ago that he calms down easily under my touch when I run my hand through his hair.
“I have my ways,” he retorts. “I know what you’re doing, Emma. It won't change my mind.”
“So you’re saying that it’s okay for me to find someone else to touch me in all the ways you won’t if you walk away?” I know it’s wrong to say that. We both know I would never let someone else touch me, but I also know it’s his weak point. Right now I need to use whatever I can to stop him from leaving me for the summer.
At my words, one of his hands grasps my waist tightly while the other wraps around my neck in a possessive hold. His eyes burn into my own as he forces me to look at him. His expression is full of anger and passion. I definitely hit the nail on the coffin with that threat. Even though his hand on my waist is hitting a bruise my father gave me last night for coming down to dinner ten minutes late, it’s worth it.
“I will kill anyone who touches you, Emma.” His voice is deadly as he leans down to growl in my ear. “You are mine, body and soul. I don’t share.”
Arching my body into his hold, I let a wicked smile take over my face before I whisper in his ear. “If you want this distance then you are leaving me open for someone else. Pick your poison, bad boy.” I lightly bite his ear lobe in a warning.
“Little Vixen, you’re going to pay for that.” His hold on me drops instantly leaving my body cold as he walks away towards the door.
My heart drops when I see him at the door thinking he was going to just leave me like that despite what he just told me. When I watch him flick the lock on the door, my heart rate picks back up, and I know my cheeks are beginning to redden. This boy is seriously about to fuck me in the classroom, and I can’t even be mad about it.
With every step he stalks toward me, I can feel myself melting under his gaze. My body craves his touch, his punishment that I know he wants to give me. His body vibrates with anger as he approaches me. I want to rip my gaze from him and bolt for the way he’s looking at me like a predator looks at their prey, but I’m stuck. My body refuses to move as I wait on a bated breath to see what he will do. Each of his steps is deliberate. He wants me to be scared, to run. When he gets right in front of me, I finally break from his spell and try to bolt around him. His arms snake around my waist before I can get even two feet away.
“You lost your chance to run, Baby.” His deep voice fills my ears and causes me to shiver.
Lifting me up, Trevor spins me around until my legs are locked around his waist. He carries me like that to the back of the classroom where several long desks are set up and cleared off. With every step he takes, I grow wetter as his hard shaft rubs between my legs. Today was the worst day I could have chosen to wear a skirt. When we reach the table, he sits me on it, grabbing my hands to wrap around his neck as he reaches under my skirt.
“Is my Little Vixen drenched for me?” He rumbles as his fingers brush against the line of my thong before they shove it aside. “Oh, she is,” he answers right before thrusting two fingers inside me without warning.
“Trevor,” I almost shout, biting down on my lip so I don’t scream at the intrusion. It is sudden but damn, it feels so good. He pumps his fingers in and out a couple of times making sure his palm brushes over my clit as he does. Already I can feel ready to come apart in his arms. My legs quiver as my orgasm fast approaches. Before I can come though, he removes his hands and laughs.
“You thought I was going to let you come that easily, Little Vixen? Nah, you need to be reminded who you belong to.” His voice is rough with his words. In the next second, he’s pulling my thong down my legs and sticking it in his pocket. “Lay back and spread those legs. Let me feast on you, like the good little girl you are.”
I groan, laying back and almost slamming my head on the table under me in frustration. Fucker would really deny me an orgasm because I challenged him. He waits until my eyes meet his before he smirks and then drops to his knees. One hand reaches up to shove my skirt up and bunch it at my stomach while the other begins to play with my clit. The hot air of his breath hits my cunt, and I moan.
“Stop playing and eat me out,” I groan when he just continues to let his hot breath hit my wetness. It is driving me insane, and all I want is either his mouth on me or his dick in me.
I can feel his light chuckle before he does exactly what I asked. His tongue slips between my folds as he feasts upon my pussy. It doesn’t take long before I start to quiver once more ready to come. Just when I think he is going to pull back and deny me he doesn’t. Instead, he thrusts a finger in along with his tongue and uses it to hit my G-spot. After a couple of times, I’m ready to see stars from his movement. I start to squirm on the tabletop, chasing the pleasure I know he can bring me, as he uses his hand holding my skirt to try to force me to stay still.
“That’s it, Little Vixen, come on my face. I wanna taste you on my lips for the rest of the day.” His words cause me to fall over the edge I was precariously sitting on. With a silent scream, I come on his face, letting my orgasm take me over.
When I start to come back down, Trevor gives a couple more links to my sensitive lips then stands up and leans over me. His bright blue eyes lock with my own as he smiles. “You still with me, Little Vixen?”
I give a small nod and moan as I try to catch my breath.
“Good girl, because I’m not finished with you yet. It’s time you remember exactly who your cunt belongs to. Only my dick is allowed inside you. I’m going to use your pussy over and over until you remember that no one else touches you.”
I watch as he undoes his belt and buttons before shoving the zipper down. His hard cock springs free and already leaks a bit of pre-cum. He grabs my hips and in one move thrusts inside me hard. My hand moves to my mouth to cover my scream from the movement. He doesn’t give me any time to adjust before he begins to fuck me hard, making my back bow with the intrusion.
“My cunt!” he roars, his free hand wrapping around my throat.
With each thrust, his fingers tighten slightly. My legs tremble, and my nails dig into his back as I try to pull him closer to me. His hold on me is absolute, and he doesn’t budge an inch.
“My Little Vixen.”
He thrust into me once again, harder than before. Using me.
