Page 7 of Teaching Ms. Tingle

Grinning at him before I rushed to meet her, I nodded. “Iamconfident. Because I am going to give Kinsley Tingle no other option. She will want me just as badly as I want her. Man on a mission here.”

Until I saw her last night, Iwasfull of confidence. On the football field I am untouchable because I am hyper focused on my goal. Getting to the end zone. Going through any obstacle trying to keep me from that goal.

Claiming Kinsley Tingle is my new goal. Nothing will get in my way.

Thinking about her now as I lie in bed, my cock is hard as hell. Pushing at my boxers, I let it spring out, fisting it as I close my eyes, recalling last night. Kinsley was wearing a little skirt that showed off her long, thick legs, with heels sexier than should be allowed in a library. Her tight top was splashed with blood spatters and photos of serial killers.

The moment I saw her, my cock started pulsing. I pretended to be cool as she sat across from me, her pretty eyes eating me up. That tension I felt in her office was thicker, humming louder than my thumping heart. We talked briefly about English, our hands brushing across the table once.

“Whoa,” I had practically moaned as a pulse of energy hit me.

Slowly, I stroke myself as I play last night back. Kinsley felt it too, I saw how hot she got. How she fidgeted in her chair as I brushed past her. I needed a moment to gain control. I came back to find her whimpering, her hands on her thighs as her tits heaved. Sitting close to her, I watched in awe as her full, pink mouth formed an obvious “O”.

That “O” was allmine—because she calledmyname as she threw her head back, shuddering with an orgasm.

“Ah, fuck,” I grunt as I watch my hand pump my cock, wishing it was her mouth instead of my fingers wrapped tight around me. “I’m going to come in that mouth. Let me come down that pretty throat, Ms. Tingle.”

Groaning, I come hard, stars exploding behind my eyes as I chant her name. I shoot all over, smirking at the mess I make. I don’t care. Next time, it will be all over her. All over her soft tits or her perfect face.

After a shower, I head for her office. I need to see her again. Last night she cut our tutor session short. No tutoring was done. Still, it was a success if you ask me. I figured it would take weeks to win my English professor over.

Last night proved otherwise. Because Ms. Tingle wants me too. I am whistling as I kick through crisp fall leaves. Training for our coming season has started so I have little time for anything else. Not that I care much for anything else. Nothing but my tutor sessions matter now.

“Thanks, Ms. Tingle.” A voice calls as I approach her office.

Frowning, I see that same prick I saw flirting with her last week coming out of her office. Rage blurs my vision for a second. I might not have the right to feel jealous yet, but I do. Passing him, I shoulder check him like the dick I am, chuckling when he apologizes to me.

My grin fades as I see Kinsley watching me with distaste. Well, fuck. It hits me harder than a beefy cornerback hitting me on the field. Ducking my head, I wait at her door patiently, hoping she lets me in.

“Can I help you, Mr. Hilton?”

Eyes flying to hers, any shame is washed away with anger. With contempt. Months of obsession overwhelm me. I push inside, grasping her wrist to tug her after me. Her little gasp makes my dick hard as stone. I close the door, spinning to pin her to it with my bigger body.

“Told you not to call me that,Ms. Tingle. What did I tell you to call me?”

“Mr. Hilton!” Even as her body presses against mine eagerly, she has the nerve to sound affronted. “What the hell do you think….”

“Kane, kitten,” I hum, lowering my head to drag my nose along her jaw. God, she smells so good. Feels so damn good. “Not Mr. Hilton. Never number eighty.Kane. Let me hear it, Kinsley.”

Kinsley shudders, rubbing her soft little body against my hard one. I inhale her sweetness, my hands grasping her hips to pin her close. My thumbs slip beneath her top and I groan as I feel her smooth skin beneath my fingertips.

“No,” she moans, head tilting back. “P-please. Please. Don’t.”

“Don’twhat, Ms. Tingle? Don’t let you feel how hard you make me?” I grunt, pressing my hips against her. “Or tell you I know you came last night before you bailed. Came while thinking aboutme. Don’t tell you how I had to jerk my cock before seeing you again?”

“Please stop,” she begs, her tits rubbing against my abs. Kinsley does not want me to stop. I am doing exactly what we both want.

“Say my name again,” I moan against her throat, my hands sliding beneath her top. “Like last night. Say it that way for me.”

Kinsley’s body trembles against mine as my thumbs brush the underside of her breasts. Soft lace molds to her teardrop tits. I want to push it aside, rub my thumbs at her nipples. Suck them until she cries out, begging me to eat her sweet pussy next.

“Kane,” her raspy voice moans my name at last.

“Good girl. You ran out on me. You owe me a tutor session, Ms. Tingle. I came to collect.”

Sliding my hand through her dark hair, I yank her head back roughly. Her little cry puffs out against my mouth. Lowering my head, I slant my mouth over hers, groaning at how sweet she tastes. Kinsley’s mouth opens to my eager tongue, hands pushing up my chest, fingers clawing at my shirt to pull me closer.

“Kinsley,” I moan against her lips. “Don’t tell me to stop. Don’t tell me to be a good student. I can’t think of studies or books, hell I can barely think ofbreathingwhen I am with you.”

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