Page 67 of Bad Kind of Love

“Tell me you want my tongue.” He purrs, dropping his lips on the crease that meets my thigh. He trails kisses along my burning skin until they stop on the outside of my steaming center. “I know you got words, O’Connor… use ‘em.” He teases. “Beg me to lick you until you’re screaming my name.”

Fuck.

His filthy mouth was almost enough to send me over the edge.

“I want your tongue.” I cry out, and before I know it, he’s gliding his tongue down my clit.

The moan that escapes from me is earth shattering. My body erupts in a million little tingles that float across my skin and I’m left in a state of euphoria. As my back continues to arch, Jack holds me down with a single press of his hand on my stomach.

I’ve never had anyone go down on me before. The last boy who fumbled between my legs didn’t even last long enough to make me cum. And now, here I was.

In the middle of my teacher’s bed as he licked and hungrily ate me up like I was his late night dessert.

“I could stay down here for days.” He groans, dragging his tongue around my opening before sucking on my pulsating clit. “Maybe one day I will.” He teases a finger at my hole, pushing the tip inside, before pulling completely out. “Lock you in my room, tie you to my bed and do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

His dark fantasy sent a shock throughout me. I knew he’d be capable of doing it and as messed up as it sounded, I wouldn’t fight him.

“I need you.” I cried out as he pushed his finger further inside me. It wasn’t enough. I needed to feel full, and his cock was the only solution.

“You have me.” He swirls wetness around my clit, before tightening his lips around my flesh.

“Fuck me.” I moan in frustration. “Fuck me like I know you hate me.”

He pulls back, chin dripping in my juices and raw desire forms in his eyes. Rising up, he crawls back on top of me, hovering inches over my damp body.

“I might break you.” He twirls a stray piece of my blonde hair between his fingers and I find myself lost in his handsome face. His dark hair hangs down low, brushing over my sensitive breasts as he stares intensely into my eyes.

“You can’t break something that's already broken.” I whisper.

His jaw twitches by my response because deep down I knew, he was broken too.

We were both the same, yet lived two different lives.

He was the teacher and I was his student.

Abelard and Heloise.

Bound to end badly, but too stupid to care.

“You on the pill?” He questioned as I felt his cock skate over my bare flesh.

“No.” I shake my head, and he quickly reaches beside him to open up a drawer. Pulling out a condom, he tears it open and swiftly rolls it on over his cock.

Once he’s in position, he grips the bottom of my thigh, pulling it up so it's pressed against his side. “This will hurt.”

It’s all he says before he powers forward, thrusting his full length inside me, filling me to the absolute hilt.

“Jack!” I screech, as he rips through me. He pauses, holding himself inside as he notices the pain that flashes in my eyes.

“Relax.” He soothes, but I can tell he’s anxious to move. “The pain will go away.” He pulls out, dragging himself achingly slow out of my tender hole.

I feel as though I’ve been ripped in two, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing back inside me. This time, it wasn’t as bad, more pleasure than pain.

“Take me, baby.” He groans picking up pace as I’m thrown into a pit of ecstasy.

Driving forward, he fucks me hard. Wild and unrestrained, he loses himself to the feeling of me. I flood his cock with every determined thrust, sinking further and further into his damning spell.

“Every day.” He grunts. “Every day, you’ll take my cock. Here, at school, or at your house, you’ll be at my disposal.”

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