Page 69 of A Vicious Rumor

I moved in close, pressing my cheek to hers so I could whisper in her ear.

"Tell me to stop at any time and I will. Just say the word, 'stop,' and I'll walk out of this room. But," I chuckled darkly, "we both know you're not going to say it."

I wasn't going to kiss her. It was her punishment for what I knew now that she was doing to me. As much as I wanted to press my lips onto hers, bite her lower lip until she bled and gasped from pain, I wasn't going to do that. I was going to make her crave me. I was going to be her new drug.

I kissed the nape of her neck, moving up to her ear, before letting my tongue trace its shell. She shivered, but I kept her pinned to the wall with my body, listening to see if she would make me stop.

She didn't, and I continued.

"I've watched you all this time," I whispered into her ear, as my free hand moved up her hips. "Watched you let him touch you, grope you, kiss you." My hand continued to move up to the pinch of her waist. "You know what I thought every time I saw you two together?"

"What?" she whispered.

I let my hand trace the outside of her breast over her dress, before giving it a squeeze. "Why has my beautiful Tiger Lily turned into such a slut?"

She gasped, her head hitting the back of the wall. My lips moved against her jawline to below her chin, and back to the other side of her face. "Is that what you are, Lily? Are you a slut?"

I started to massage her breast, and she let out the most erotic of moans. "I thought you were my beautiful flower," I whispered. "But, turns out that you're just a filthy, filthy whore. Isn't that right?"

She closed her eyes and I squeezed her breast hard. Her eyelids flew open and she looked at me in shock. "Beautiful," I sighed. "I love seeing those raw expressions of yours."

"Kiss me," she said, trying to move in to capture my lips.

I pulled back. "No," I said immediately. "I don't kiss whores." Her eyes flashed with anger, and I chuckled. "But, you know what I do let whores do for me?"

I let the palm of my large hand cover her face and I pushed her down to her knees, letting go of her wrist, so I could undo my belt. "I let them suck my cock," I said to her, pulling it free and stroking it. "Do you want this?" I asked her.

She looked up at me, and I couldn't quite figure out what I saw in her eyes. It was a combination of desire and defiance. But, it didn't matter, because it was all for me.

The corner of my mouth lifted as I continued to stroke my cock in front of her. "It's okay, you don't have to say it. I can tell that you want it. Here," I said, slowly thrusting forward. Her head hit the back of the wall as I pushed my cock slowly into her mouth.

She didn't fight me. She just opened up and took it all in like the beautiful little slut she was being. She started trying to move, but I stopped her. "No, no. Just sit there and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours," I said. "Just be my little useless fucktoy for a moment," I said, starting to thrust in and out of her mouth.

It felt good, too good, to have Lily's lips around my cock again. Not only that, this feeling of being in control of this situation, when she'd been making me feel entirely out of control this entire start of the school year was intoxicating. It was like she was agreeing to let me punish her, and I could tell she was enjoying this encounter as much as I was.

Because, for all intents and purposes, neither of us should have been doing this. Lily was dating Scissors, and I was dating Kitty. And yet, here was I was, shoving my cock down her throat and it felt fucking amazing.

Within minutes, I was thrusting into her hard and she was gagging as spit ran down her chin and neck. "Fuck, you're taking it so well," I said to her. I pulled back just for a second, and reached down. "I want this off of you," I said. "I want to see that beautiful body of yours. I want to pinch those hard nipples I know only get hard for me, and I want to shove my fingers back into that pretty pussy that only I've touched." I pulled her dress off and all but ripped her bra and panties off of her. I leaned in close, with her sitting there on the floor, naked, with her clothes strewn around her. "Because I know that you didn't let anyone else inside of what belongs to me, right?" I asked her.

I held my breath for the answer, because I actually didn't know what she was going to say. She nodded her head, and I tried to cover up the sigh of relief I felt. My cock throbbed at her admission that I was still her one and only. I kicked my pants aside and threw off my tee shirt. I leaned down next to her on the floor and traced the inside of her thighs, first one leg, then the other. She opened them for me, exposing herself willingly, and I smiled.

"I'm not going to touch you," I said, and she looked surprised.

I shook my head and grabbed her hand. "You don't deserve my touch right now. Why? Tell me why?" I said to her.

"Because I've been a slut," she said, defiance in her eyes.

Fuck I wanted to turn her over and take her from behind in that moment more than I'd wanted to do anything in my entire life, but I reigned myself in. I needed her wanting me.

"That's right," I said. I held her two fingers up to her mouth. "Spit," I commanded, and she did without hesitation.

I hummed my approval and then moved her fingers down to her pussy. "Work yourself," I said, before standing back up and shoving my cock back down her throat.

I fondled her perky breasts in my hand all while face fucking her at a speed I was surprised she could handle. It wasn't long before I was reaching completion. I pulled out and looked down at her. All that stupid makeup all over her face. I couldn't wait to ruin it.

"Look at me," I said to her, and she looked up. She was still rubbing her clit and I could see the wetness beneath her on the floor. "Open that pretty slut mouth of yours," I said. "I'm going to give you something."

She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue and the sight of it had me releasing on the spot. Thick white ropes of cum landed on her cheeks and on her tongue, and I let out a gasp of her name. She never looked more beautiful than in that moment.

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