Page 52 of Wicked Games

My breathing comes in short bursts.

He’s barely touched me—just a single finger, and his breath on my thigh—and I’m going to combust.

Carefully, he drags my panties down and lifts my leg. He leaves them wrapped around one ankle, and my free one he hooks over his shoulder.

Fucking hell.

“We’re atschool,” I hiss.

“Better be quiet, then,” comes his reply.

It’s followed by his tongue on my clit.

Oh, fuck. The words of protest die in my throat, and he works me right to the edge.

And then stops. My foot touches the floor again, and he reemerges. He licks his lips, grinning up at me.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mocks. “Did you want me to keep going?”

I gape at him. My body is thrumming with energy, although the climax is quickly fading away. It leaves behind a buzzing ache in my clit.

He smirks and rises, slowly turning me around. He manually puts my hands on the lockers and drags my hips back, until I’m leaning my upper body’s weight on the wall of metal. When he flips my skirt up, the cool air kisses my bare skin. I shiver and glance back.

His focus is solely on my ass and his fist stroking his cock.

The bell hasgotto be about to ring.

We’re going to be so late.

He lines up and thrusts into me before I can voice it.

Ah, fuck.

The dirtiness of this—and the fact that anyone could walk in on us—only turns me on more. I’m kind of ashamed to realize that, but it is what it is. He fucks me so hard, I can’t take my hands away from the wall or else risk going head-first into it.

His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me back to meet him.

His cock hits just the right spot in me, the friction and stretch andangle?—

“I’m going to come,” I finally say.

He slows. “No.”

I stare back at him. He’s moving at a turtle’s pace now, seeming to wait for my twitching pussy to calm.

“You had to let me find out that my cum was gone from your sweet cunt on my own,” he says, his expression dark. “So, no. I hope it aches all day for you, baby.”

After a long moment, he resumes. And just as it builds up again, the sensation almost tipping me to pleasure, he stills.

He groans through his teeth as he comes, and I close my eyes. My skin is too hot, and the need between my legs is almost unbearable.

When he slips out, he kneels and picks up my leg, sliding my panties over my shoe. Up my legs, under the skirt.

Once again keeping his cum against my sensitive core.

He turns me around and inspects my face, then nods to himself.

“See you later, baby.”

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