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“And teachers?”
His full lips parted, mouth opened as he was about to speak, but he paused. Stopped himself. He traced his tongue around his lips, wetting them with a sheen of saliva, before he then leaned in to kiss her. He stopped short, just half an inch of her mouth, before closing the gap and letting their lips meet.
Her breath was gone.
Her mind was blank.
Her heart raced.
Perhaps something had changed in her. Some core part of her being, awakened after laying dormant for all her life. Because the spark they shared was intense, and something she’d never felt before for him.
It was just right.
She didn’t struggle, didn’t push him away. Instead, she melted into his touch, into his soft lips, into his masculine scent.
His big hand slid down from her back, over the round swell of her bubbly ass, much like Trevor’s had done earlier. Except this time it was slower, more… authoritative? Was that all in her mind? Was it just because this was Mr. Templeton, her teacher?
They lingered in that kiss for a while, before he broke off and looked at her, then smiled.
“I knew you wanted to be teacher’s pet,” he husked, and gently guided her back against a shelf, the two of them hidden among the bookstacks.
She looked up at him, drinking him in in a new light.
He was older than her, silver scattered in his hair, with soft lines on his skin that only made him look more rugged and handsome.
“We’re not in school anymore,” she said, her words coming out slowly, before she licked in her lower lip, tasting him on it.
Her words only made his grin broader, and he cupped her cheek with one hand, rubbing his thumb over her smooth skin, as his other hand slipped into her shorts, squeezing her ass bare.
“Exactly,” he said, before kissing her again, head tilted to the side as his tongue invaded past her pouty lips, lashing at her own wet muscle as he pressed his body to hers with a ravenous, mature hunger.
The book shelves dug into her shoulders, her head pressed against countless romance novels, but somehow it felt right.
Or maybe she just liked to feel bad.
It was a new sensation, but one she didn’t want to shy from.
Her arms went around his neck as her heart thudded beneath her breasts, her body pressed to his so eagerly as her legs parted. She pressed her ass into his large hand, moaning into his mouth.
He slid his hand around from her ass to between her parted legs, feeling her oh so slick heat, and he groaned with desire as he teased her clit and pet her little pussy lips.
“Dammit Brittany,” he husked with desire, “you’re so wet. I knew you had to have followed after me,” he rumbled, lowering his hand from her face and undoing her top, to let her breasts spill free, so full and perky, before grasping one and squeezing it with desire.
Followed after him?
She had no idea what that meant.
But she didn’t care, either. If that was what he thought, if that was why he was touching her so lewdly, she didn’t want to do or say anything that might interrupt him.
“What if we get caught?” she whispered, biting down on her lower lip. Instead of worried, though, the thought sent a thrill of pleasure through her that she never would have expected.
He grinned at her then, as his finger swirls around her clit and teases into her slick, cum-stained hole beneath. It was a look of mischief and desire she’d never seen on her dapper, serious teacher before.
“Then everyone knows you’re teacher’s pet,” he growled, before reaching down, unbuttoning her jean shorts, and yanking them down to expose her sodden cunt. “Now turn around and grasp the shelves,” he demands, grasping her arms to make her do it anyhow.
She felt like a doll being posed by him, and maybe that was better. Maybe it was easier to just be like putty in his hands, let him do what he wanted to her.
As long as he gave her what she wanted too.
