Page 104 of Sinister Legacy
He stops and strides back over. “Is that what you did to Liam? Make him regret it?”
Clasping his shoulder hard, my fingers dig into his flesh through his damp T-shirt. His face remains a blank mask, but I don’t miss how he stiffens beneath my touch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miles.”
He stares after me as I release his shoulder and saunter away.
Keira waits for me across the hallway, pretending to scroll on her phone.
When she spots me, she walks off.
That’s my cue to follow.
Her cute little butt looks far too fucking tempting in those short shorts. I don’t like to think of the other guys checking her out, but now that the thought has entered my head, it won’t leave.
She enters an empty classroom to the right, and I slink in after her. No sooner has the door closed than she flips the lock and shoves my joggers down until they’re around my knees. She palms my cock. “I like making you jealous. You look like you want to hurt me.”
“I fucking do. You’re a brat when you taunt me openly like that.”
“Yeah?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip while she begins jacking me fast and hard. “I should taunt you more often. If only to see the promise of pain in your eyes.” She nips at my jaw, whispering, “Will you hurt me later?”
“I’m gonna smack you so fucking hard, baby.”
“Ass or face?”
“You want me to smack your pretty face?”
She cups my balls, her other hand working my dick like she’s on a mission to bring me to my knees. “I want you to slap me while you fuck me. Call me dirty names. I want my cheeks to sting and be bright red when you’re done.”
“You’re so fucking naughty,” I grunt, my fingers tangling in her long hair.
“Slap me now, King.”
“Now? Are you sure?”
She leans up on her tiptoes and nips at my lip. “Yes. Slap me hard.”
I wrench her back by her hair, my hand flying out like it has a life of its own. The loud, resulting smack rings out in the room, and for a brief second, I worry I hurt her. But then she bites her plump bottom lip to the point of drawing blood as an erotic whimper slips from her mouth. It’s so fucking filthy that a shot of pleasure shoots straight to my dick.
Keira jacks me faster, her small hand pumping my cock with expertise. “I want you to come on my face.”
“Fuck,”I groan. “You say the filthiest things.”
Dropping to her knees, she sticks her flattened tongue out, and I stare down at her while she strokes my throbbing length.
“Pull my hair, King.” She sticks her tongue back out and cups my balls.
Fisting a handful of her long hair, I pull on it sharply, tangling my tattooed fingers in the blonde strands. Her blue eyes stare up at me with so much lust and adoration.
I come with a choked grunt.
Strings of white cum coat her perfect face, raining over her lashes and plump lips. She keeps stroking me, aiming for her mouth, and the last squirt beads on her pink tongue. Keira rises to her feet and leaves me standing there with my gym joggers around my knees.
I take her in while she wipes my cum off her face with the hem of her T-shirt as though it doesn’t bother her to walk around with cum stains on it.
But then again, she’ll change into her normal clothes after this.
After pulling my joggers back up, I drag a hand down my face. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”
“Maybe,” she purrs, walking up close to me and unlocking the door. “I am my father’s daughter, after all.”
