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Prove it,I say, realizing that I seem as juvenile as the teenagers who are filing into my room right now. But I don’t give a fuck. I put my phone in my pocket and greet my class, giving them instructions and handing out their quiz.

When I get back to my desk and open my messages, I almost faint. Thank God they’re in the middle of this quiz and no one gives a shit about me right now.

It’s a picture of her, topless, standing at my stove.

I clear my throat and look up at the clock.

Thirty-five minutes until this period ends.

Then a whole hour for my off period.

I’ll be home in forty minutes. Stay right where you are or there will be a price to pay.

She sends back a surprised face, and then I shove my phone back into my pocket. The next half an hour goes by so excruciatingly slow that I want to scream. Finally, the last kid turns in his quiz just as the bell rings. I wait for the last kid to walk out the door, and I follow him out, practically running down the hall and out the door to my truck.

I pull into my driveway seven minutes later, and when I walk in the front door, she pops her head up from the couch.

“Shit,” she mutters, flipping the blanket off her and standing up. Much to my dismay, she’s wearing a t-shirt—albeit, it’s one of mine, which is a huge fucking turn-on—and I gave her explicit instructions to stay put.

“Oh, Blackwell,” I say, clicking my teeth and shaking my head as I start to unbutton my shirt. “I told you to stay right where you were.”

She stifles a smile by biting her bottom lip.

“Oh dear,” she feigns. “Whatever will happen to me now?”

I smile back as I throw my clothes onto the couch, peeling my boxers down as I make my way to her. I gently slip the t-shirt off over her head, and then I spin her around. I roll it up and then tie it around her eyes, securing it nice and tight.

I hear her swallow, and I smile.

I bend down and scoop her up, and she lets out a playful little yelp that drives me fucking wild. I carry her back to the kitchen and clear off the counter space on my island. I set her down gently, and she shivers when the cool granite touches her skin.

Her body is rigid, and she’s gripping the edge of the counter so tight her knuckles are white. I gently release them, laying her arms above her head.

“Relax, Sade,” I whisper.

She lets out a slow breath, and I watch as her whole body responds to my command. I lift her legs up slowly and bend them back toward her.

I hold them up and bend down toward her center.

“I told you to stay where you were, didn’t I?” I whisper, my breath hitting her pussy and making goosebumps rise all over her skin.

“Mhmm,” she moans, and I can see her biting her bottom lip.

“So now I need to have a conversation with this pretty little pussy,” I tell her. “That okay?”

“Yes,” she breathes, and her legs fall open wider for me.

I slide a finger down from the top of her pubic bone to her slit, gently dragging it over her clit and down her center, opening her up for me. I dip a finger inside of her, and I watch as her back arches slightly. Then I add another. I spin my hand around so that my thumb is rubbing her clit while my fingers move at the same rhythm inside of her. Her breath hitches, and she reaches for the edge of the counter again. I unhook her fingers.

“Ah-ah-ah,” I tell her. “Arms up.”

She puts them back over her head, and I’m hard as a brick right now, watching her listen to my demands. I move my fingers more until they’re completely slick with her juices, then I pull them out.

“Look at you, baby,” I whisper, putting them in my mouth. “So nice and wet.”

She moans and bites her lip, and I slowly put another finger back in her. I move it around again, then slide back out. I put it to her mouth, her eyes still covered.

“Taste yourself, baby girl,” I tell her. “Look at how ready you are.”

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