Page 12 of Jagger
I share women with my boys without thinking, hence why I was down with the two of us—Colton and I—fucking her at the same time in that classroom until I wasn't.
I flick a switch, and a single bulb illuminates the middle of the room, sending shadows dancing around us. Molly stares at me, and I admire her chained up, unable to move.
"Here's the thing," I tell Molly, stroking her nipples through her shirt as she glares at me. "Lawson is coming, whether you like it or not. I can help you, or I can hinder you. I don't care which."
"You're a fucking prick!"
I nod as I roll my hips against hers, lifting her legs so they're wrapped around my waist. "I am."
"Put me down!" Molly demands, her eyes like glaciers as she glares at me.
I slide my hand up her thigh and stroke her panties, letting out a low growl when I feel how soaked she is.
"Oh, Molly, you're soaked," I whisper, pressing my finger against her clit. She bucks against me but bites her lip, fighting the attraction and desire she feels for me. "I could slide my cock into you right now and ease all your tension."
Molly laughs. "You said you'd never touch my cunt, remember?"
I smile. "I did say that. But you can touch it. Oh wait, you can't with those cuffs on."
I step back, easing her legs back to the floor as she huffs her anger.
"Take these fucking cuffs off me!"
I move to the table in the middle of the room and sigh, resting my palms on it and dropping my head. This girl will be the death of me.
"Jagger!" Molly pleads, changing tactics. "Please, let me go."
I ignore her and walk to the other door, which can only be accessed by the boys' changing room above. "I'm ready!" I call out, grinning when a girl from my year strolls towards me, her hair curled to perfection, her tiny white dress leaving nothing to the imagination. She's probably waited for this moment for years, and now I'm about to give it to her.
"Hey, Jagger," the girl purrs, staring at me before Molly screams for help.
I usher the girl—Esther, I think she's called—in and wave a hand at Molly.
"Ignore her. She's here to watch you get fucked."
Esther looks taken aback, but I cock an eyebrow at her and lean down to scoop her up into my arms. She visibly swoons but still glances at Molly awkwardly.
"Does she have to?"
I nod. "Yes, sweet girl. But you can leave if you'd like. You don't have to do this."
Esther stares up at me with a broad smile, her tongue piercing dancing over her lip as she licks it. "I want to. I've just never been watched before."
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Molly half-screams, half-yells, yanking at her chains. "I'm not sitting here while you fuck some girl!"
The girl opens her legs and giggles, showing me she's not wearing underwear.
"Spread those legs, Esther." I drag a chair in front of her so I'm sitting between her thighs and scoot her ass down to the edge of the table.
Esther trembles as I part her legs, twisting to look at Molly before I smirk.
"Esther, tell her what it feels like."
"I don't want to know!" Molly hisses, closing her eyes as I dip my tongue into the overused pussy before me.
Esther isn't a virgin—she's fucked pretty much everyone in school—except for me. But she's perfect for this task because she'd do anything to fuck me, and I meananything.
She moans and bucks against me, and I slap her thigh, reminding her she has a job to do.
