Page 77 of Bad Kind of Love

“You’re a shit liar, Jack.” She glares with glistening eyes. “You want me, this… just admit it.”

Peering down into her lap, I remain silent but the hands at my sides tighten into a painful grip.

“Admit it, Jack.” She tries reaching for my face but I recoil.

The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but that seemed to be the only fucking thing I was good at.

“Fine.” She tries pushing me away. “If you don’t want me, I know someone who does.”

She pushes past me, but instinct kicks in and I quickly catch her before she can unlock the door. Pressing her body against the door, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“Get off me.” She tries shoving me off, but I hold on tighter.

“You think by fucking my son you’ll get me out of your system?” I snarl in her ear, digging my fingers deeper into the flesh of her neck.

“It’s worth a shot.” She backs into me hard causing my arms to drop. “We’ve already kissed, I can only imagine what else he can do with his tongue.”

With her body now facing me, I rush her quickly, wrapping my hand around her small neck. My hands twitching in anger, I press down hard, but not enough to hurt her.

“Quit fucking talking.” I grind out staring into the pure hatred that seeped from her eyes.

“You asked for this!” She shouts only causing my grip to tighten. “You want me gone? Fine. But don’t expect me to reject Wes.”

Her face began losing color so I immediately loosened my hold on her neck.

Why did she have to be so god damn stubborn?

“Let me go, or else I’ll scream.”

Her breathing became heavy, raspy even as her breasts grazed my chest. For a second there, her eyes seemed to fill with lust as if she enjoyed the feeling of my hand wrapped around her neck.

“I can’t.” I confess, damning myself as I drop my eyes to her lips.

“Drop your hand, or else.”

Her defiance turned me on, sparking something inside me to show her just how mine she was.

Fuck what was right, and fuck what I should be doing. Becca belonged with me.

With my hand still tightly wound around her neck, my lips slammed against hers. Her previous words about Wes vanished as she fought hard against my mouth. Her sweet moans filled my ears as I dropped my hand from her neck and circled them under her thighs.

“Someone might see.” Becca said between kisses, but right now, getting caught was the last thing on my mind.

Carrying her over to my desk, I set her ass down on the edge and shove everything off till it went crashing onto the ground.

“Lie back.” I whisper against her mouth as my fingers hook around the top of her pants.

“Just because I’m letting you go down on me doesn’t mean I’m not pissed at you.” She pants as I slowly drag her jeans down her lean legs.

“Good.” I growl as I drop down onto my knees, staring at her perfect pussy. She slowly lies back till her head rests on the middle of my desk and her legs are draped over my broad shoulders.

“So fucking perfect.” I groan, tracing a digit over her folds and sinking it deep inside her. Her body reacts instantly, arching off the desk. Her legs widen as a loud moan escapes from her lips.

“Quiet, baby.” I lazily pull my finger out, dragging the wetness out and swirling it gently over her clit. “We don’t want anyone catching you being licked by your teacher.”

“Then stop teasing me and give me your tongue.” She demands thrusting her hips in hopes I’ll give in.

“Demanding will get you nowhere.” I add another finger this time, pushing past her tight walls. “Beg for my tongue.”

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