Page 146 of Done Waiting

Pressing the button to send it, I wait for the beep but hear nothing. She turned her volume off, too. My smile widens as turnmy volume button off, then press her name to call her. I listen for the ring, but my smart little minx turned the volume off on her phone as well.I’m so fucking proud of her.

I tiptoe up the stairs, heading to my bedroom. Breathing deeply, my gaze moves to the closet. There’s a small access door that when you pull it down, a ladder descends, leading to a small attic.

She’s there. I sense her.

I slip into the closet soundlessly. With a huge smile on my face, I reach up, grabbing the latch. I count to three, then I yank it open, racing up the ladder. Her surprised squeal fuels my frantic need to get to her and within minutes, I’m chasing her across the room, ducking to ensure I don’t hit my head.

She stands in front of the window, cornered. The light filters in, illuminating her in a light yellow glow, her skin luminous. Her eyes sparkle as her chest heaves from fear and excitement.

“The predator always catches the prey, my naughty schoolgirl.” I advance slowly, my steps measured, enjoying the way her large breasts straining against the white shirt tied beneath them. Her cleavage spills over the top, which is unbuttoned dangerously low. Her slim stomach is bare, a short plaid skirt barely covering the top of her thighs.

My voice rasps from my lips, my penetrating stare locking her in place. “I’m going to smack that ass until it’s nice and red, then rub my hands and tongue gently over it, soothing the sting.” She shivers. “Before I do that, I’m going to undo my pants and whip out my hard cock and shove it in your mouth. You’re going to suck it before I shove it down your throat.”

She whimpers, her tongue darting out, sliding over her plump bottom lip.

Stopping in front of her, my hand lifts, sliding into her hair. “You want my big cock in your mouth and throat, don’t you baby girl.”

Her eyes shine from the flames of desire burning in her beautiful honey eyes. “Hell, yes. Please, Jagger.”

“Tsk, tsk, my horny student.” Dropping my voice to a husky whisper, she shivers as I say, “Call me Mr. Brandt.”

Audibly swallowing, her soft voice makes my dick throb inside my jeans, straining to get out. “Yes, Mr. Brandt.” Her eyes slide to my cock, then back to mine. “Can I please suck your cock now, Mr. Brandt?”

Fuck. Twitching inside my jeans, I press on her shoulders, shoving her to her knees, hurriedly unbuttoning my pants. Shoving them and my boxers to my ankle, my cock springs free. “Suck it, my naughty schoolgirl.”

She moans, petite hand wrapping around it, before she opens wide, shoving me into my mouth. She pulls my cock out to the tip, swirling her tongue around it, sucking the precum from it. My head falls back as she flattens her tongue, cushioning my length as she shoves me to the back of her throat. My fingers curl around her hair, trying not to take control and fuck her hot mouth, but goddamn, she’s testing the hell outta my restraint.

Her warm mouth feels amazing as she immediately begins sucking and swirling her tongue around me, before pulling back out. I let her do this several times before I fist the strands of her hair. “Jesus Christ, my naughty schoolgirl,” I rasp, my hands digging into her blonde locks, tingles of pleasure shooting up my spine. “You sure know how to suck cock.”

She nods, moaning in response, and I plunge back inside, my head hitting the back of her throat. She moans around me and my restraint snaps as I thrust in and out of her mouth, watching the saliva pool from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her cleavage and top.

“You like it when I lose control, don’t ya, baby girl?” The look in her eyes is answer enough, but I pull back so she can answer.

“I love when you lose control.”

Sticking my dick on her tongue, I fuck her mouth savagely, losing control because I’ve missed this so damn much. I’ve been so gentle with her since she was shot, terrified I’d hurt her, but she’s healed. And the way she’s giving me head sure the hell proves that.

Thrusting fast and frantic, my breaths rasp in and out of me. My voice is breathless as I whisper, “Told you I missed this.” Pulling out of her mouth, I stroke her cheek, giving her a break. “But my baby girl needed to recover, and now you have.” Blowing out a breath, I give her a sinful smile. “Let the games begin.” Then I shove myself back inside her mouth as her hands and nails dig into my thighs, fucking her mouth relentlessly, my growls and moans filling the room.

I feel that familiar tingle, but I don’t want to come inside her mouth.

Pulling out, I’m breathing like I just ran a marathon. Holding out my hand, she takes it and I pull her to her feet. My other hand cups her face as I slam my lips over hers, devouring her mouth.

When I pull away, my gaze drops to her heaving chest. “Take your shirt and skirt off.”

She immediately grabs her shirt, fingers working at untying the knot beneath her breasts, then undoing the buttons. I stand there, my eyes heating from the lust flowing through me, my arms crossed over my chest. A growl escapes me as she removes her shirt, her tits springing free.

“That’s what I thought, naughty girl. I saw those nipples straining against your shirt and knew you weren’t wearing a bra.” My hands reach out, cupping them. My thumbs tease her nipples as she drops her shirt on the floor. “You need to be punished for that.” Pinching her nipples, she winces, a moan coming from her parted lips. “You like pain with your pleasure,don’t you, schoolgirl?” My thumbs lightly rub over her nipples, making her shiver, before I pinch them again.

“Fuck, yes.”

My chest rumbles from my growl. “Oh, naughty girl. Such foul language.”

Lowering my head to her chest, I suck her nipple into my mouth, her head tilts back, revealing the creamy skin of her neck. I tease first one nipple, then the other, sucking, nipping, and licking until she’s a squirming, quivering mess.

Releasing her breasts, I spin her around, hands moving to the waist of her skirt. “Put your hands on the windowsill.” She complies, her heavy breathing filling the room. I yank on her skirt, the splintering of the stitches as I rip it overpowering her breathing. She gasps as I release a loud chuckle.

“Fuck me. You’re not wearing any panties, schoolgirl.” I lick my lips, staring at the desire dripping down her thighs. “Spread those legs wide for me, you naughty girl.”

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