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I want this.

I want everything he just said and more.

Fuck it.

I pull his hand and help it up my thigh.

“I can’t be dripping in my panties,” I tell him. “I’m not wearing any.”

And then I push two of his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck, Constance,” Louis hisses as his right hand closes more firmly around my breast. "You're going to be the death of me.”

His hand moves from my breast to my throat, four fingers on the side of my neck and his thumb on the other side. He’s not pressing with his hand, he’s just forcing my face to tip up and look at him.

“Will you let me kiss you now?” he asks with a cheeky smile as he curls his fingers inside of me and my heart skips a beat. “I mean … I already have my fingers inside that sweet cunt of yours. Kissing me in your classroom can’t be more dangerous than that.”

He has a point, and his insufferable smile tells me he knows it very well.

“I don’t know,” I say like I’m contemplating my answer. “It seems a bit personal… And anyone could enter the classroom.”

“We can lock the door,” he says as he withdraws his fingers and I immediately miss them.

I think he’s about to walk to the door and lock it, but instead he puts his hand on the top of my butt and pulls me flush to him.

In the process, my skirt rides up my thighs, and bares me to him.

“We can’t lock it, or David will think I ended detention early,” I say, waiting for him to touch me again.

Louis lifts an eyebrow in question.

“The dean. He wants to see me fail.”

“I guess I’ll just have to keep my ears sharp,” he says, and I see his left ear—the one closest to the door–turn into a gray wolf one before coming back to normal.

“Handy,” I say with a chuckle. “But now less listening and more kissing.”

“Aren't you a very demanding teacher, Miss Constance?” he asks, his voice full of amusement. “What if I like taking my time?”

He pushes two fingers inside of me again, and as if to torture me, pumps very, very slowly.

“You can take your time, and kiss me,” I tell him, feeling hot but also, really, really wanting his lips on me.

“You’re right,” he answers me, but instead of kissing me, he drops to his knees between my legs and removes his fingers. “But what if it’s not the lips you were thinking about that I want to kiss?”

He doesn’t let me think about what he just said. He dives, and suddenly his mouth is all over my pussy, and I feel like I’m about to combust.

I’ve been waiting for so long for him to touch me that it only takes a few minutes for my pleasure to grow. As if he knows exactly when it’s about to hit me, Louis slips two of his fingers again inside of me and sucks on my clit at the same time, and I detonate.

I’m highly aware that we’re in my classroom, on a day where there are still students in the school, so I don’t let myself scream his name. Instead I bite on my forearm to keep from screaming, and it muffles the sound.

Louis stands, wraps his hand around my throat again, and then his lips crash against mine. It’s wild, and savage, and I can taste myself on his lips.

I open my mouth, and his tongue slips between my lips, tangling with my tongue, and I can taste myself even more now.

I grab him by the hips and bring him closer to me.

He still has all his clothes, but he’s already starting to tear at mine. He’s not slow or careful.