Page 23 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

“It’s a dirty thing.”

He nods. “I’ve never been anyone’s Daddy before. It’s special. Just you and me. I don’t know why, but that’s how I feel about you. It’s all I can think about.”

“What does that make me?”

“My sweet girl.” His voice catches on the third word. “Or whatever you want me to call you.”

“I like that.” I pull my legs up, resting my heels on the ledge so my knees are bent, and my legs wiggle back and forth. “I like it when you called me good girl, too. But I always want to be….”

He watches me intently. “Say it. Anything.”

“I want to be a woman for you. I found this… sex… with you. And that’s meaningful to me.”

“You’re my woman, all right.” He leans in and brushes a hard kiss against my mouth. I catch his lips with mine, not letting him go. Begging him to deepen it, and he does, his tongue rough against mine. Claiming.

And as we kiss, one of his hands slides up my inner thigh, and he strokes me through my soaking wet panties. Instantly, my body reacts. It’s a wild kind of tension, where I feel all stiff and yet liquid at the same time. I need him to touch me everywhere, be inside me in every way, and I don’t know how to ask for it.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, but I can’t.

I don’t know.

“Do you want my fingers inside your panties?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Pull them to the side. Touch me.” I gasp as he tugs the wet cotton out of the way, and I feel moisture roll down my bare skin, slicking my butt where it meets the window sill.

I close my eyes, dead from mortification.

I’m going to leave a mess in the library. I’ll have to pack up my stuff and leave in the middle of the night because this is so wrong, and we can’t stop. I need him to touch me more, spread that wetness everywhere, use it to shove inside me.

“Tell me more.”

“Can you put your fingers inside me?”

He groans. “Yes. Hold on tight.”

I cling to his broad shoulders as he finds my entrance and slowly eases one finger in, stretching me open. I buck my hips, making it sting. But yes, oh that. I want more ofthat full feeling.Of Daddy’s fingers inside me, of Sebastian fucking me with his hand. Oh, God.

“More,” I pant. “Deeper.”

“You’re so perfect.” He kisses me again as his finger pulses just inside my entrance. “One day, I’m going to fuck this sweet little pink pussy. You’re going to climb on my cock and work it into you, just like you’re working on my finger. Yes, just like that. Good girl. So good. Take it. See? You’re fucking me. Feel that? Your body is making room for more.”

“I want it.” I lick my lips, feverish now. “I want your cock. Fuck me.”

“Not here.”

“Then where?” God, I’m whining, it’s embarrassing, but I need him.

“I’m not sure where yet. We’ll figure it out.” He rubs his thumb against my aching clit, then slowly teases a second finger at my entrance. That’s enough to make me see stars. I cry out, and he covers my mouth with his. I come on his hand as his thumb rubs a reassuring circle over my clit. His lips seal in the sounds I’m making, and his other arm circles around me, holding me tight.

“My beautiful Lily.” He groans; that’s the best name of all that he can call me.

He’s my Daddy.

And I’m his Lily.

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