Page 120 of Awakened by Sin

“Carmen?”

“Yeah?” she huffed.

“Hang on.”

He straightened, gripped her hips, and began to thrust. She splayed over the teacher’s desk, vaguely aware of the fact that she was on a chart which listed the student’s name and tasks with smiley face stickers. She gripped the other side of the desk for leverage and moaned as she stared at the classroom of empty desks. She imagined that she really was fucking a teacher and got even wetter.

“Fuck me, Mr. Fletcher!” she moaned.

He ground against her. “Carmen.”

“Yes, fuck me!”

He sped up, and she held on for dear life. The taboo environment sent her over the edge. His thrusts became erratic and frenzied as she rode her orgasm. Her teeth clamped together to hold back a scream as he gripped her hard enough to bruise. He slammed deep and came in one gush.

“You’re so bad for me,” he muttered into her hair as he rested on top of her.

She laughed weakly as she stared out the windows at the crowd in the distance. The door of the classroom was wide open, and anyone could find them like this, but she wasn’t concerned. Even if Frederick and Mickey weren’t guarding the hall, she would have seduced Marcus to see how far he would go. She loved pushing boundaries, and she was pleasantly surprised to find that he kept matching her.

“That shouldn’t have worked on me,” he grumbled as he pulled out and collapsed in the teacher’s chair.

She slid off the desk and found some paper towels to clean herself. He didn’t move. He sat in the chair with his eyes closed, utterly drained. She smiled as she sat sideways on his lap and wrapped one arm around his neck. Straitlaced Marcus was bending his rules for her.

“You played the teacher part perfectly,” she praised.

He opened one eye. “You have these urges often?”

“Urges?”

“Fantasies.”

“All the time.”

His eyes closed. “I figured.”

She wanted to pet and stroke, but she rested against him instead and floated in the aftermath of great sex. Marcus seemed willing to bust it loose anytime, anywhere. He was a man after her own heart. Too soon, he shifted and tapped her butt.

“We better go,” he said.

She reluctantly slipped off his lap and then did the schoolgirl pose while twirling her hair around one finger. “Do I get an A, Mr. Fletcher?”

He paused in the middle of straightening his clothes. “I’ll give you an A, but I have to reevaluate for next quarter.”

She giggled as they cleaned up the teacher’s desk and walked out of the school. The adoption event was winding down. From this distance, she couldn’t see how many animals were left, but she knew they had saved a lot of lives today. That fact combined with her orgasm made her feel as if she was emanating sunshine.

“We had a great turnout today,” she said.

“Alice said you had a big hand in that.”

She shrugged. “I just told a few of my friends.”

“Is one of your friends the manager of Petco?”

She grinned. “He was a sweetheart.”

“I heard you donated over ten thousand dollars’ worth of items for the new owners as well.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

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