Luke
Harper’s sweet vanilla scent clings to me as I steer her down the hallway to our next class.
Harper fucking Davidson. The last virgin in our class. And all ours.
Such a sweet fucking surprise.
I’m hard as a fucking rock after spanking her. The sweet tang of her arousal along with the press of her body against mine was perfection. And the glint in her eyes afterwards.
Fuck me. Sheisa fucking unicorn. Untouched. Almost eighteen. Mine. Ours.
“See you next class.” Eli slaps me on the back.
We need to meet after practice tonight to discuss this development and what we need to do about it. We need to thank Brandon for updating our list.
Harper surges forward a little as if she can get away from me. I let her because I like a little chase. A little defiance.
Most of these girls are easy. They flirt and wink as I pass. If I wanted to, I could drag any of them into a closet and have them on their knees servicing me. But not little Miss Untouched. She didn’t even want to admit to her sexual status.
Her arousal probably mortifies her.
She’s almost to the door when I grab her, stopping her, and push her against the wall. Not gently. I crowd in on her and catch her little gasp. Yeah, that’s my hard dick pressing against your stomach. Get used to the feel of it.
She tilts her head back to look up at me. Her face is flushed red, and I wonder if she’s still wet from the spanking. I could slide my hand under her skirt and feel it for myself. Rubbing her warm ass after spanking her wasn’t enough. How much of a fuss would she raise if I slid my hand between her thighs?
Not yet. We just found this creature. We need to take our time. We need to agree on everything, so no one takes advantage before we all can.
“What?” she asks, almost belligerently.
I tsk her. “Want more spankings?”
“No.” Her eyes are dark and spark with anger when she meets mine. Not submissive at all. I like that.
I drop my mouth next to her ear. “Maybe next time, I’ll do it in private, where I can check how wet you get after every strike.”
Her body tenses against mine. I chuckle as I pull back a little to look down at her. Her cheeks are almost as red as her ass should be. Her lips press into a fine line, but suddenly, she relaxes back against the wall and looks over my shoulder. Like she’s giving in.
That’s a new game. I’ll let her play it this time. She needs time to adjust to us.
All of us.
I get it. We’re a lot. Usually we come at girls one or two at a time, but not this one. Not the last. We want to savor her. Together.
I grab her elbow and steer her into our classroom. I guide her to the back and put her in the corner desk before taking the desk next to hers. She hisses slightly when she sits.
That makes me smile. Knowing that every time she feels that, she’ll think of me.
Dropping her backpack on the floor, she gets her notebook out. She’s not short, but not tall. She’s got a good rack, a slim waist, and her ass…my fingers still buzz from smacking it. Nice bounce. It’ll do nicely.
That long brown hair in a ponytail is fantastic to tug on. Her large eyes are dark brown. Her features are pleasant, even pretty. Small nose, dimpled chin, and high cheekbones. But her mouth…holy shit, why hadn’t I noticed that mouth before this year? Her lips are full and shaped to perfection. A dark rose color that might be fucking natural. They’ll look incredible stretched around my cock.
I lean back in my chair and stare at the students in the classroom. I notice the girl she talked to in first period. She approaches, but when she catches me watching her, she drops into the nearest seat.
I take out my phone.
Me:
Tonight. Talk about Harper
