Page 14 of Teaching Ms. Tingle

“Kane, you’ve never taken my class. How would you know if a student was flirting with me? Which, by the way, I’ve only ever flirted with you.”

“About that,” I clear my throat, my heart beating out of my chest now.How do I get myself out of this?“Connor, our QB and Bran, another running back, take your class. I might...I mean, I might’ve gone to see them just to see you.”

A tense silence fills the room as she considers my words. It makes my gut twist with dread. I fucked up. Before I ever had a real chance with her, I fucked it up. How creepy must it be to know I followed her to her house? After I stalked her in herownclassroom.

“Have you been...Kane, have you been stalking me?”

“No! I mean, no, not exactly. I just...I can’t go very long without seeing you. I tried Kinsley. I swear, I tried. I justcan’tdo it. I panicked when Dean Vickers said you were going to tutor me. I knew you would find out. Because I knew if I got close to you, I wouldn’t be able to help myself.”

Kinsley says nothing. I am afraid to even look at her after what I just admitted. How do I expect her to want to go on a date with me? To take me seriously in a relationship after Istalkedher. Stalked her like some mad man but took months to work up the courage to take her out.

“Kane,” her voice startles me with its rawness. It's hunger. I become aware of her breathing. Fast little pants fill the space between us. Taking a breath, I risk a look up at her. I see her thighs spread wide, hand clutching her throat, breasts heaving as she gazes down at me longingly.

“Fuck, Kinsley,” I grunt as I lift her, sliding beneath her on the chair.

Our bodies shake as we clutch one another. It is the same for us both. This clawing, burning need I have for her, this obsession that has driven me crazy for months, she feels it too. How can it be the same? How can a woman like Kinsley feel the same way about me?

“Kane,” she whimpers against my mouth. “I shouldnotwant you. I should not let you touch me. Or taste me. I should not let you take me out. I am risking my career. Risking my entire life. Do you think it is not the same for me? Do you doubt I have sat in the stands watching you, wanting you inside me? Don’t you think I saw you in my class and wondered who you were there for? Or got jealous of the girls you spoke to? I want you, Kane.”

My hands grip the back of her thighs, sliding beneath her skirt. I am shaking with need. With pleasure. This is not another night of me jerking my cock while I think about her mouth wrapped around me. Or her bent over as I pound her from behind. This is real, this is happening.

“Kinsley,” I rasp, hands tangling in her hair. “You have me. All of me. I want to bury myself inside you right now. I want you to feel me for days.”

“Do it,” she challenges me, reaching between us to yank at my belt. “I don’t need a date. Don’t make me wait, Kane. Please, I want you inside me.”

That is all I need to hear. I settle her on my lap, shaking hands reaching between her thighs. I rip at her stockings, the sound loud above our panting breaths. Her whimper as I tear at her panties next makes me so hard my dick stings with the need to get inside her.

“Fuck, kitten. So wet for me. You do need me inside you, don’t you? Just as bad as I need inside you. You will get a date, baby, I promise. Before we go, I am going to fuck you like you belong to me. Because you do, don’t you kitten? Be a good girl, tell me what I want to hear.”

“Y-yes,” she pants, hips working back and forth as I rub at her panties. “Yes, Kane. I belong to you.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl. Take your top off, need to see all of you kitten,” I demand, pushing at her top before she has a chance to. Reaching up, I pinch the clasp in the front, groaning when her perfect teardrop tits bounce out. Dipping my head, I suck a nipple into my mouth, scraping my teeth along the hard bud.

Kinsley cries out, back arching, filling my mouth with her tit. Moving my head, I lick my way to her other breast, adoring the stiff nipple with my mouth. Her hands hold me to her, her mouth panting my name out over and over.

“Kane, please, please,” she begs, moaning when I bite hard at her breast, marking her pale skin.

“Take my cock out, kitten. You want it, it is yours to take.”

“Yes,” she moans, the single word so filthy I shudder.

Her little hands push and pull at my jeans until I feel her fingertips push inside. I groan, licking a path up her throat as her hands wrap around me. This is not how I planned tonight. Not how I planned our first time together. It doesn’t matter. Obviously, we would have ended up here, it doesn’t matter how we got here.

With no prompting, she drags my stiff shaft between her thighs, rubbing it against her clit. My gaze drops and I get the delicious view of her pink lips dripping down my dick. Whimpering, she circles her clit with the swollen tip, moaning as her little button hardens.

“Do it,” I taunt her with her own words. “Feed that big cock inside that tight little cunt, kitten. Show me how bad you need me to fill you up.”

Kinsley grins down at me, the sexiest, most sinful tilt of her lips. I groan as the tips of her fingers press me against her hot, wet opening. I wait for her to move, wait for her to take me deeper. Growing impatient, I grasp her hips, dragging her down until I am buried balls deep.

“Ah, fuck,” I hiss as I gnash my teeth, trying to hold on. “You on anything baby? I hope not. I hope I knock you up. You’d like to have my babies, wouldn’t you, kitten?”

Kinsley just moans, falling forward to press her soft tits against my chest. Her hands scramble down my front, grabbing for my shirt. I grunt when she pushes it out of her way, pressing against me again. Skin to skin.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers against my mouth. “Fuck me, Kane.”

I don’t need to be told twice. Slow at first, I thrust up into her. She is so wet she drips down my shaft, soaking my sac. My hands slide to her ass, gripping handfuls of the round globes as I pick up a rhythm. Dropping my head, I hook my tongue around her nipple. Her moans vibrate against my throat as I start to pound up into her, fucking her faster, harder, driving deeper and deeper.

“Oh, God, yes,” her cries just make me harder. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Kane. It feels so good.”

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