Page 80 of Savage Scream

Oh, man. That would be perfect.

When Dee’s hand comes to rest over mine under the table, my brows shoot up and I glance at her to see her lids closed as her chest rises and falls quickly.

Damn. She’s close to moaning out loud, and while I love hearing that, I don’t want any other fucker to hear, so I slowly pull my hand away, and her eyes dart open.

“Sorry, Dee. Not here.”

She glares at me, rage written across her expression, and I can’t help it. I throw my head back and laugh.

“What’s so funny, Jared?” Miss Dice calls from the front, and I shoot Dee a wink when her eyes widen, before turning my attention to our teacher.

“Nothing, Miss. Sorry.”

“Get to work then,” she calls, and I glance around to see what the other students are doing before my eyes go to the board.

Thank God she wrote the lesson plan on the board.

“I don’t wanna do this work.” I lean in and rasp in her ear. “I wanna take you somewhere private and see how many times I can make you come.”

Biting back a smirk, Dee opens her workbook to the back page and writes a response.

‘Please stop talking about making me come. I don’t think I can handle it.’

I grin at her words. “Are you horny, Dee?” I whisper and she writes her response.

‘Extremely.’

“Fuck. Me too. I’m so hard right now,” I admit quietly, and her nostrils flare before she writes.

‘Stop.’

“You are already so wet. Imagine what it would be like to feel my tongue glide over your pussy lips.”

Dee whimpers, pointing to her previous response.

‘Stop.’

“I can’t.” I admit, “You’ve turned me into an animal. Besides, you know the rules. I’ll only stop if you say the words out loud.”

She rolls her eyes at me, and I grin again before studying her face. She looks away, obviously uncomfortable at the intimacy of it while we are in the middle of English class.

Should I remind her that she was about to let me get her off?

Maybe not.

“Why are you shying away from me?” I whisper and Dee frowns, shaking her head.

“Is it because I have a hypnotising cock?”

A snicker falls from her lips before she can stop it, and I beam.

“I can’t believe it was only days ago that I was an angry arsehole tormenting you with the promise of said hypnotising cock. How did you turn me from being a crazed, angry arsehole to, well… a happy arsehole?”

Dee shrugs and writes her response before showing me the page.

‘Magic pussy?’

I throw my head back, laughing too loudly, once again gaining the attention of Miss Dice.

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