Page 104 of Pretty Twisted Games

So responsive.

So perfect.

I wondered if I put my hand down her panties if she'd be wet.

And I’d barely touched her.

“Does that feel good?” I asked her, and she nodded.

“Yes.”

I pulled down the other side so that I could see them both, and desperation filled me at the sight: I needed more.

To touch.

To feel.

To fuck.

To hurt.

Suddenly, nothing mattered. Not our age difference, Douglass’ wishes, or the fact that we were in the library. I needed her.

I cupped them, the soft breasts pillowing over and through my rough fingers. Then I pinched a nipple harshly and a low breath escaped her lips. She arched her back into me. A mar of red arousal spread up her neck and across her cheeks. She did like the pain.

I did it again, making her yelp, but her thighs tightened. “Yes,” she whispered. “Like that.”

“Have you ever choked on a cock?”

My words received the reaction I wanted—her eyes jolting open, darkening as they focused on me. “What?”

I simply stared down at her with a stark look, still roughly playing with her nipple. And she was still arching her back into my touch. “You heard me.”

“I’ve seen one.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Only one?”

“No,” she scowled.

“How many?”

“Enough.” Her lips twisted in a smirk. “How many have you seen?”

“More than you, I’m certain,” I responded. She couldn’t best me with experience, that was a guarantee. “Do you like how they looked?”

A soft pink tongue came out, swiping her upper lip. “What do you mean?”

“Do they make you horny?” I used her word from earlier.

Her eyes were wide, dark thick lashes blinking. “Yes.” She seemed embarrassed to admit it.

“And your teacher, the one who smacked your knuckles with a ruler. Did you ever imagine him doing that to you? In bed, or in some closet. To make you come.”

Her brows furrowed, thinking. “Kinda. I mean, not him, but maybe someone else.”

“Put the heels of your feet on the edge of the desk,” I commanded, because she was still wrapping them around my back like she could keep me here if I wanted to leave.

She hesitatingly obeyed, her feet awkward because of the heels she was wearing.

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