Page 21 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

“I know. But we’re the exception.”

“There is no exception to this rule.”

“It didn’t apply that first night. And we can’t unring that bell.” I writhe inside his grip. “We tried pretending this isn’t a thing. That didn’t work. If you want to take care of me, let’s be honest about what I need.”

“We can’t do this.”

“I know you think that.”

But he doesn’t let me go; he can’t. I feel that in his body. He’s vibrating with tension.

Just like that first night, he needs a release. I’ve been studying him. Listening to people talk about him. He never dates, never leaves campus. That night on the highway was probably an aberration. My poor, horny headmaster. Stuck in the middle of nowhere without a safe hole to rut all his delicious tension into.

I can’t fuck him in the library. It would be wrong. And it would start us down a path that would ruin us both. His career, my future. I cannot fuck him. That wasn’t my plan tonight.I didn’t even bring him to the library. I just wrote something down and gave it to him. He sought me out.That’s how I justify what I do next.

With a shaky exhale, I sink to my knees and press my face to the thick bulge behind his fly.

Above me, he swears, then breathes my name. Coarse and then soft. That’s who he is, and I’m the only one who knows it.

I can’t fuck him, but I can help take the edge off his desperate need. Show him what is possible, and then he’ll make the next move.

He doesn’t stop me when I fumble with his zipper. As I reach my little fingers into his pants and find his erection.

I glance up at him as I stroke him, familiarizing myself with the hot, heavy length. The marvelous silky feel of his skin here, so different from everywhere else on him. I didn’t notice that the first time, but now I’m memorizing every detail for when I touch myself later.

And he smells good, too. I breathe him in as I find his gaze locked on mine. “Are you going to tell me to stop?”

“No.” A hoarse confession.

I smile. “Why not?”

“Because my cock is yours. It belongs in your mouth.”

Nodding, I lick the flared crown, tasting him for the first time. “Because this is right.”

“Fuck. Yes.”

“Good.” I take his cock into my mouth, and the guttural sound he makes matches the desperate wave of relief that rolls through me.

“Lily, your mouth.” He grunts as I swallow, savoring the taste of him. “You’re such a good girl.”

I squirm. The way he says that makes my thighs shake.

“You like that, don’t you? I see you, sweet girl. I see you need me to tell you how smart you are. Your essay was perfect. That’s why I….” He trails off because I’m bobbing my head, trying to find a rhythm. “Yes, like that. Slower. Suck me harder, if you like. It feels so good. You can lick me or swallow me. Whatever you like. You’re perfect.”

I’m floating on his praise now, eager to make him happy that he knows I’m trying to be good at this.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers. “Told myself I didn’t need you, but it was a lie.”

I cry out and move my mouth faster.

“Yes,” he hisses above me. “Make Daddy come. Use your naughty little mouth the way I used mine between your legs. Make me come, and I’ll make you feel good, too.”

Make Daddy come.

I press up on my legs, shoving his cock deep into my throat, and make myself gag.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “Slow down. It’s okay. Take just as much as you can handle. I’m too big to fit the whole thing in your sweet little mouth.”

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