Page 39 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

He dishes up our food, and I follow him to the table.

After we eat, I crawl into his lap. “Do we have time for a quickie?”

He groans. “Yes.”

I run ahead of him upstairs, peeling off my clothes.

He stops in the doorway to his bedroom and watches as I stretch out naked on his bed. He cups his erection through his jeans and growls something at me about being patient. I spread my legs and show him how wet I am instead.

It works.

As he crawls on top of me, he grabs a condom. I do the math and think about telling him I’m at the end of my cycle, and it’s probably fine, but the condoms make a quickie easier. And they have another advantage, too—they help him fit in me better when we don’t have a lot of time. We discovered that on our second weekend away, and oh my God, I love it.

He rubs his cock against me, the condom making it easier to push the thick, flared crown into my slick but tiny slit.

When I whine at the blunt intrusion, he makes this unholy sound that sends fire up my spine and makes me rock my hips. I love that I make him feel that good, that I’ve tapped into this deeply primal need in him to conquer my body. But it’s not just the effect I have on him.Ilike the struggle, too. Why do I want more of that edge-of-pain plunge into my body? What does it do to my brain that lights up thegimme morebutton?

I don’t understand why, but it just feels right. I want him to pin me down and make me take it. Just thinking about that floods my pussy with a wave of welcoming honey. I can feel it, my traitorous cunt, making room for him when my insides aren’t sure yet. They haven’t made room for Mr. Monster Cock, but here he is, seated deeply inside me.

Causing ache and ecstasy in equal measure.

I cry out at the bruising feel of himinsideme, at the way my body feels like it’s splitting in two as I fight to take his cock, and he kisses me gently.

“Shh, sweet girl. So good for Daddy.”

I shudder and nod.

“You took it like a brave girl, and you made me feel so good.”

That makes me smile even as I still tremble. “Mmm.”

“I want you to feel good, too,” he murmurs, rocking his hips as I did just a minute ago. His heavy length drags back and forth inside me, lighting up nerve endings along my entrance and deeper inside.

But this won't be a simple missionary fuck. Sebastian barely lets me catch my breath before he rolls me onto all fours, rearranging me with brute efficiency. He palms my ass, spreading my sex open for his appraisal. As my body reacts, trembling and turning wet under his gaze, he growls. “Your pussy is peeking out at me, begging to be licked.” To prove his point, he buries his face between my legs and licks me obscenely. His next words are hot against my inner thigh. “Needing to be fucked, too. A needy pink slit, that’s what you have.”

I shake and nod, pressing my face to the bed. The next thing I hear is the sound of my body welcoming his heavy length. The wet sounds of fucking.

And then he slows down and starts saying the sweetest things, which undo me in a whole new way. “We’re going to do this forever, sweet girl. I’ll always make it good for you. God, you look so pretty like this. Daddy loves you.”

I cry and come at the same time, and he pulls out, turning me over. I reach for his cock, mumbling that I’m fine, and it’s fine, and I just love him, too. As I yank the condom off him and wrap my fingers around his bare shaft, he comes in my hands, warm seed all over my fingers, and then we’re kissing and laughing.

It’s messy and perfect.

After he cleans up my hands and belly, I reluctantly pull on my clothes and head into the darkness to finish my run. He follows at a distance, making sure I get back to the field behind the dorms, then he fades away.

The following morning, I wake up and feeloff. The thought of going to the dining hall and dealing with the scent of all those breakfast foods mingling in the air makes my head spin. And when I crawl out of bed and brushing my teeth makes me want to throw up, too?

I wouldn’t be a star student if I couldn’t figure out what that was a potential sign of.

Fuck me.

Did the headmaster knock me up?

Chapter 14

Sebastian

Something’s wrong.

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