Page 4 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

“Once in a lifetime truck stop adventure,” I pant.

He hoists me up and presses me against the door, his body wedging between my thighs. My skirt rides up to my hips, and I can feel the heavy ridge of his erection rubbing against my panties. I feel all slippery and wet between my legs, which I know is the point. It will make what we do next easier, but I’m now painfully aware of it.

My focus is between my legs, how good and wild it feels, how much I want this, and how out of my depth I know I am.Please don’t think I suck at this, I pray in my head.

I like the way his breath sounds just as ragged as mine. The way his hands grab me roughly, then pet me softly immediately after. Like maybe he isn’t sure about how to do this, too. Not that he’s not hella confident. He’s not letting go of me and seems singularly focused on making me feel good.

Somehow he knows exactly where to rock his hips to make my brain short-circuit.

“There,” I gasp. “Oh, Sebastian, yes.”

“You like that?”

I rub my face into his neck. “I want more.”

He tightens his hold on me and peels me off the door, carrying me across the small room to a wide counter with a sink at one end and a space for fucking at the other.

Convenient.

After he sets me down on the cold, solid counter, he kisses me again, then pulls the condoms from his back pocket.

I reach for his belt. I like the way he watches as I fumble with it, the little sounds he makes—restrained feral need, it sounds like—as I work my fingers around the button, then his fly. His jeans peel away as his cock springs forward, bulging in the softer cotton of his black boxer briefs.

Tracing the size of him, I make a desperate sound of my own.

We’re just two animals in heat. Nothing more complicated than that. People do this all the time, and it feels good.

I have no doubt when he puts that thing inside me, it’s going to feel amazing. After a little pinch of hurt, maybe. My thighs shake in fear and anticipation.

I want it all. I want to make some memories tonight to keep me focused on my goal: three months to true independence. Three months until I get to do this all the time, with anyone I want because I live far, far away from my family.

Glancing up at Sebastian, my heart squeezes in a weird and unexpected way. I can’t imagine anyone else standing between my bare legs, looking at my panties as I rub my fingers over their briefs.

I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else, and he’s a stranger. It’s kismet that we’re doing this now. He’s my perfect stranger, and this is going to be good. I know it in my bones.

And it’s that wild, unfathomable connection making me so brazen.

“I want this inside me,” I whisper as I lean back. I barely recognize myself as I tug my panties down my hips. I watch his eyes darken as I peel them away from my sticky, wet pussy. “Do you want that, too?”

“Fuck. Show me. Show me where you want me to put my monster cock.” Then he catches my panties as they slide past my knees and carefully sets them aside. Mr. Monster Cock is a considerate sex buddy.

Feeling shy, I ease my legs apart, knowing I’m blushing but wanting to show him, anyway. I like the way my pussy looks. It’s cute, especially when it’s swollen and pink the way it is right now. Sometimes I look at it in the mirror as I try to get myself off, but it’s awkward.

This is actually less awkward than that. There’s something about the heat crackling between us, the raw animal desire rolling off Sebastian, that makes it totally natural to rock my legs up and give him a peek.

“I want to see you, too,” I murmur.

He covers himself with one of his big hands, then eases his cock out of the top of his briefs. Like he’s being careful not to scare me. With good reason. It is a monster cock.

No way is that fitting inside meis my first thought. But my second is,Holy crap, that’s going to be inside me. And the second thought is so fucking delicious I want to die at the promise of it.

I willfeelthat. It willchangeme.

He rolls a condom on, then lays the heavy length on my belly. I shiver at the obvious promise/threat of just how much space he’ll take up in my little body.

“We’ll go slow,” he says, reading my mind.

He rubs the head against my clit, back and forth, making me moan, and I lean back. He growls as I show him more of my pink slit as it spreads open for him.

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