Page 34 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

The property is on the edge of a small lake, a two-and-a-half-story modern lake house. And we have it all to ourselves. Inside, there is an open concept main floor, with glass windows overlooking a deck and the water beyond. There’s a hot tub, an indoor/outdoor fireplace, and an oversized sectional that looks perfect for both naps and fucking.

The rental company has even stocked the fridge as I requested.

Lily twirls around in the open space as I pull out the makings of our brunch. Strawberries, croissants, hard-boiled eggs, a tray of vegetables, various cheeses, and a few jars of fancy jams.

“Brunch, a month delayed.” We curl up in the breakfast nook. “I have wanted this date with you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

She takes a big bite out of a juicy strawberry. “I didn’t understand that at the time. I just wanted….”

I brush her pink cheek. “You’re my horny little minx.”

“There’s something about you.” She feeds me a berry next. “I still feel guilty, you know.”

Guilt—now that’s spank-worthy. I can’t have my sweet girl feeling guilty. “Why?”

“I dunno. Maybe you should be with someone like Mrs. Taylor.”

I blink at her. “Madeline?”

“Yes.” Her lower lip trembles for a second, but her gaze is unwavering. She’s honest, and that’s all I’ve ever asked of her. “I could destroy you. We could get caught, and it will be my fault because I pushed you.”

“We both need this. But I’m the only person who can decide about my career and assume that risk. Not you. That’s on me.” I rub my jaw. “I want to know more about why you think I should be with Mrs. Taylor, though.”

“Sebastian.” My name rolls off her lips like fire, with a bit of growl, and fuck me, but I like my girl jealous. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?”

“She’s perfect for you. Smart, your own age, pretty—”

“Married,” I point out.

That stops her. “What?”

“Madeline is married. Where did you think theMrs. came from?”

“Stacey said she was the campus mom, like….” She trails off in an embarrassed whisper. “Okay, I didn’t think that through.”

“I don’t care about her age, or yours, for that matter. But for the record, you are also smart and pretty, which I appreciate. That’s not why I love you, though.”

“You…love…me?”

“I wasn’t supposed to say that during brunch,” I say gruffly.

She squeals and throws herself at me, and we abandon our food as I carry her up the stairs to the largest bedroom, which has a king-sized bed overlooking the lake.

I can’t get enough of her. The sweet jiggle of her ass, the sway of her young tits as she climbs on top of me. How gloriously, immediately wet she is for me, and the ease at which she sinks onto my throbbing cock.

She rides me slowly as I play with her sensitive nipples. Her weight leans into my hands, and I’m cupping her flesh, rubbing and squeezing and tugging to make her whine and grind against me.

I tell her to touch herself, to show me how she likes her clit rubbed, and I watch with rapt amazement as her pink slit slides up and down my rigid cock, her cream making us both glisten.

It doesn’t take long before her thighs tremble, and she squeezes her eyes shut as her whole body shudders. Her climax squeezes me tight, milking my dripping dick straight into her body.

I feel the first spurt before I can think of pulling out. I lock my gaze to where her sex wraps around my pulsing cock. I watch as the engorged flesh twitches, and I should ease her off me, but my shaft stays firmly planted where it shouldn’t be.

For the second time, I’m pouring my seed into her hot, tight, off-limits pussy. Her forbidden bare cunt, now red and swollen and full of my come.

No condom.Again.I should know better. I can’t stop myself. And I want there to be consequences. I will make us a life where the fruit of our fucking is a blessing, not a curse.

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