Page 8 of Devil's Bargain

I spit on him. Why? Because I’m pissed.

He wipes it off his shirt and stares at his wet fingers as if he can’t believe what he sees.

Chuckling darkly, he plunges them inside my mouth and tightens his grip on my jaw.

My eyes tear up as I gag, but I suck greedily.

“Good little slut!” he taunts, thrusting his fingers in and out of my mouth.

I hate him, but I’m also fucking aroused, which is a weird combination.

“You like it!” he observes, pushing a third finger into my mouth.

I wish he was wrong. My clit throbs. It fucking throbs! What is wrong with me?

His deep rumbling laughter does weird things to me when he removes his fingers and guides me back down on his cock.

“Good girl, suck it real good!” He brushes my hair off my face.

I stare up at him with my lips pursed around the bulbous head while I jerk his thick shaft. I can’t believe that I’m blowing my math teacher.

Taking him deeper, I suck him hard and fast, determined to get him off so I can go to my next class.

He finally comes, grunting low in his throat, his warm cum coating the back of my throat and beading on my tongue while he holds me down on his length with a hand pressed to my neck.

When he’s done, he stands up and tucks himself away before straightening his tie.

I crawl out from underneath the desk, get to my feet and tug my skirt down.

As I scoop up my bag, he moves behind me and shoves me down on the desk. “What are you doing?” I try to push off, but he holds me down, hiking my skirt up over my ass.

He moves my knickers aside and sinks two fingers inside me. I’m soaking wet so he meets no resistance, which is fucking mortifying!

His tight grip on the back of my neck and the hard desk beneath my cheek hurts, but I don’t make a sound. Not even as he begins thrusting his fingers.

“So wet!”

I bite back a whimper, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

He brushes his thumb over my puckered hole and pumps his fingers faster, deeper. “I think we’re going to be a good match!” Then he steps back.

I shoot upright and pull down my skirt before collecting my bag and fleeing. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I can’t believe that happened!

I hurry down the empty hallway and burst into the classroom, ignoring the staring students as I plop down on the chair next to Nina.

She looks up from the paper in front of her. “How did it go? Did you get some extra work to do?”

“Good little slut!”

“You could say that. We came to an agreement.”

She beams. “April, that’s great!”

“Good girl, suck it real good!”

“Isn’t it just,” I reply drily, but Nina doesn’t notice.

She picks up her highlighter but pauses, glancing at my face. “Your lipstick is smudged.”

I wipe my lips. “I ran into Matt.”

Shit, shit, shit.

“A good dicking before class? Say no more.” She winks.

I feel sick. My stomach turns as I take my book out of my bag.

What the fuck am I doing?

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