Page 31 of Speak

She closes her eyes, willing me away, inhaling, as though her little breathing technique will work here. It won’t. Her silence irks me,so I tug her closer and give her a little shake. I want to smell the fear in her pheromones rolling off her body like they did yesterday when I chased her in the library.

“I could touch you, here, now, again and you still wouldn’t scream for help, would you,little mute?”

I’ve gone mad. Delirious.

“You’d be a good girl for me wouldn’t you? All those years locked up in a padded room, touch starved. If I lift your skirt and reach into those pale blue panties you’ve been flashing me all goddamn morning, they’d be soaked through, wouldn’t they?”

I reach down, tracing her fishnet covered thigh as I inch her skirt up, listening to her breathing become more erratic, feeling the small rise and fall of her chest against me. I fuckingloveit. The way her pupils are dilating until only the edges of her irises are that warm honey.

I turn us, switching our positions so quickly her backpack falls and I hold in my smirk. I wrap my hand around, grabbing a handful of her delectable ass and assist her with sitting on my desk and step between her thick thighs that are begging me to kiss my way up to her warm center.

I stick my hand through a hole in her stockings and run my middle finger over her panties which I’m delighted to find are so tiny they’ve slipped between her warm, hairless pussy lips and the crotch of them are indeed,soaked. Filthy girl.

I let out a dark chuckle, poking at the lace where I feel a swollen little bud. With my other hand, I untie her combat boot and tug it off. “I knew it. You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you? Lift your ass, I need to peel these off so I can see just how ready you are.”

Eyes heavy and full of lust, in mere seconds I have her stockings and panties dangling off her ankle and she’s spread before me.

Swollen. Pink. Glistening. Creaming. A trimmed triangle of hair on her pubic mound. I almost growl like a beast. Too fucking perfect.

“Such a pretty little cunt on such apretty little mute.” I growl. She flinches again, shaking her head as if she’s finally been broken by this trance we’re both in by the wordmutelike I’ve offended her and tries to close her thighs weakly but I hold them open. She wantsthis. Wants me to take control. I know because I see the muscles in her thighs. She could’ve closed them in a cinch to reject my advances. I place my open palm on her chest to hold her down and with my other hand I run my thumb over her swollen pretty clit, swiping down, rubbing her nectar over and over the little bud until she bucks.

God she’s fucking beautiful like this, splayed out before me like a wanton slut in her uniform, ready to take me. I have half a mind to tear her button up open again, hear the soft thuds of the buttons landing on the carpet and shove my dick inside of her until I hit the wall of her womb over and over again until I spill my entire load inside of her and she has to go back to her…Jonaswith my cum leaking out of her.

Would they go to his or her dorm room later and he’d find me inside? Unknowingly lick me out of her? Would she shower beforehand and rinse me out like it never happened? Ignore me again?

That thought, the thought of her ignoring me sends me into another frenzy and I pop my thumb into her sweet little hole… only to be met with resistance. I pull my thumb out and step away from her completely. Impossible. She’s twenty-four years old. “Raven?”

Her eyes pop open.

“Are you… untouched?”

A blush so crimson creeps up her neck to her cheeks as she cups her sex and then closes her creamy thighs. Her reaction to mine reminds me exactly why we shouldn’t be doing this. She is my student. I am her professor.

Just like that, this spell she’s had me under is broken.

“Get dressed and get the fuck out.” I sneer. I won’t take a virgin. I don’tlikevirgins. I especially don’t want to have to clean up blood off my cock. I like them slutty. Willing and submissive. I don’t want to have to train her. Although… the thought of teaching her exactly how I like it, to ruin her for anyone besides me, makes the salivating beast inside of me want to unravel and cast aside all decency of the gentleman I’ve trained myself to be.

She slides off the desk and straightens to fix herself. We’re both avoiding the other’s gaze. When she bends over to tie her boot on, flashing me her pussy lips and round ass, it’s when thatuncontrollable urge I have when she’s around me breaks, pulling me back in. I drop down to a knee behind her, hook my arms around her hips, rip the fucking stocking apart and lick the nectar clinging on her panties like a fucking animal.

She tenses until my nose is pushing against her panty-covered asshole and I do my damnedest to suck her engorged bud into my mouth, inhaling all of her scent like a line of cocaine, going straight to my brain and my cock. The thought of knowing Jonas is probably going to take her virginity unsettles me in a way I can’t describe. “Are you going to fuck Jonas?” I ask against her clit.

No answer. Of fucking course. The answer is a probable yes.

I trace her puffy lips with my tongue, sucking them into my mouth. “Let him tear into you so I can fuck you properly, Siren.”

What the fuck am I even saying? Why have I given her a nickname and why does she taste so fucking divine? I lick up her pussy, to her ass, sucking on each globe like a tit, messily salivating all over them, reaching a hand over to pull them aside, with the other I spread her ass apart, then shove my tongue into her pink, virgin asshole, feeling her tense around my tongue. “Let him inside of this pretty little cunt, rip you open and then come back to me. I’ll fuck you with my fingers, my cock, my tongue. I’ll fuck every hole you have until you’re a dirty mess. Make you my darling little cumslut.”

I’mderangedand so fucking close to creaming in my slacks again I slide my hand down, unfastening my belt and pants and pull my cock out. I stand up, looking down at her tight asshole wet with my saliva and give it a spank, growling at the sight of my print against her alabaster skin.

I get closer and jerk my cock once, twice, five times and shoot my load directly on her delicious little anus I’ve been holding open until my vision turns a violent white.

When I’m done I see the tip of my cock is nestled inside her ass. Through the blur I must’ve made an executive decision with my basic self to not leave a mess because it truly is just the tip invading her. Not even the full of my crown.

More cum pumps out of me at just the sight of me inside of her and I’m so fucking tempted to shove the rest of me inside, using my cum as lube and keep fucking her until I feel her tighten around me.

I’m a madman.Vile.

I yank her back by the hair roughly, her back to my chest, angry at her, at myself, at her fucking virginity. So pure and innocent with those big doe eyes and long sooty lashes, seducing me withnothing. Not even a fucking word or a flirtatious smile. I’m a weak man in her presence and her presence alone. She’s gotten under my skin in a matter of eighty fucking hours.

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