Page 24 of Teaching His Babygirl

Slimy bastard.

She’s not complained about it, but I know he bothers her. I’ve heard from Coop, even Jasper—the school police officer and fellow daddy dom—has noticed when he’s been here at the school how he looks at her with some kind of possession. Being public would give me the ability to tell him to fuck off, but as it is, my hands are tied. I hate it. But I’m doing my best to respect Darlene’s request—for now. If he steps one toe out of line, I won’t be able to stand by.

The bell rings for the end of the school day, and excitement courses through me. I wait until the school has emptied of students, and all that’s left are the few teachers that stay behind working late… my Darlene being one of those diligent teachers.

I’m practically whistling as I head to her classroom. When I get there, I admire the shapeliness of her ass as she bends over her desk, arranging papers. I quietly close the classroom door and sneak up behind her. I wrap my arms around her from behind and she lets out a little squeal.

She turns in my arms, slapping my arm. “You scared me!” she accuses.

I give her a playful swat on her bottom. “I’d apologize, but I’ve got a beautiful woman in my arms and I can’t be sorry for it.”

She melts against me with a contented sigh. “How did I get so lucky?”

I scoff, “I’m the lucky one.”

She giggles. “Maybe we are both the lucky ones, daddy.”

I let out a little growl and attack her lips with mine. She wraps herself around my body, kissing me back with all the pent-up passion from the day apart. It’s always like this. We see each other in the halls and at lunch and have to stay at arm’s length, pretending to be nothing more than coworkers, so when we see each other at the end of the day, we crash together.

My cock is instantly hard at the feel of her soft body against mine. I lift her on the desk, pushing her flowy skirt up her thighs until she can wrap her sexy legs around me. I can feel the heat from her pussy through my slacks as she rubs against my thick length. She claws at my shoulders as she kisses me fiercely.

I fist her hair, pulling her lips free of mine and tilting her head back. She lets out a moan as I lick and suck down her neck to her exposed clavicle. Her hips rock against me, rubbing her wet cunt on me. I know she’s soaked. So wet that she’s probably leaving a wet spot behind on my pants and I can’t find it in myself to give a fuck.

I’ll proudly walk out of here with a wet spot over my swollen cock if it means my girl is pleasured. I nip at her neck, and she moans low in her throat, rubbing enthusiastically against me. She completely loses herself, forgetting where we are and the risks of us getting caught. I love how wanton she gets around me. It’s a heady thing knowing I can make such a prim, buttoned-up woman lose herself to her submissive side.

“Daddy,” she gasps as I grip her ass and pull her harder against my cock. It begs to be let free. I want nothing more than to free my cock and plunge deep into her exquisite heat, but not here.

“Fuck, babygirl. I want inside this hot little pussy.”

“Yesss…” she hisses, rocking her hips. “I want you, daddy.”

I groan, pulling away, knowing that we can’t take this any farther here at school. “Let’s go,” I say, pulling her off the desk and righting her clothes.

She looks up at me, flushed and horny. “Where?”

“I’m taking you home and I’m going to fuck you and spank your ass for being such a fucking tease.”

Darlene whimpers. “Oh yes,” she licks her lips, “let’s do that.”

“Meet me in the parking lot in five.”

“But…”

“No buts, I want you and the fastest way to get what I want is for me to drive you home.”

I grip the back of her neck and pull her in for one last scorching kiss, barely able to control myself enough to pull away. “Five minutes.”

She holds her fingertips to her lips and nods. “Five minutes.”

Chapter Thirteen

Darlene

After a night of passion,it’s hard to get back to reality. In my apartment, Colt and I are free to be us. As soon as we leave, we go back to being Miss Larson and Mr. James. Teacher and principal. Colt is getting tired of the sneaking around, I know it. He wants to be able to show the world our budding relationship.

I can’t blame him. Half of me wants to shout from the rooftops that I’m falling in love with Colton James. The other half wants to keep our relationship under wraps to prevent the judgment I know will follow. I’ve seen how people react to teachers who date principals and superintendents. The respect from fellow teachers goes straight out the window, thinking that the teacher is getting special treatment. I don’t know how it is personally, but I’ve seen enough to know that I don’t want that to happen to me.

“You’re just being stubborn, Darlene,” he argues. “It’s pouring. I would give any of my co-workers a ride in this kind of weather.”

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