Tenure

17. James

17

James

This is the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever fucking had.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

She cries out as I slam into her, but I clamp a hand down over her mouth, afraid that if she keeps making noise I’ll blow my load.

My head is buried in her neck, hand on her mouth, and I’m balls deep in a cunt like a vice. I feel like I’ve just won the damn lottery.

After I give myself a minute to catch my breath I start to move, and I can hear her mewling against my palm, her eyes closed, face tense. But I can feel her, clenching like mad around my cock, muscles fighting me so hard she’d probably be able to push me out if it weren’t for the laws of fucking gravity.

I slide her up the wall and drop her back down, angling to get as deep inside of her as I can, her whimpers driving me almost as insane as hearing her call me daddy.

I honestly wasn’t expecting to experience near Nirvana hearing those words come out of her mouth, but as soon as she said it I knew it’s the only thing I ever wanted to hear her say again. Except fuck and please. Making her apologize for it was just . . .

I don’t know what that was.

I need my other hand to hold her up, so I remove it from her mouth, dropping it to the back of her thighs and hoisting her up again.

“Shit!” she hisses out, jaw clenched.

“Open your eyes, Kiernan.”

She tucks her forehead into my neck but I’m not having it.

“Kiernan! Now!”

She lifts her head and opens her eyes, and I freeze. She looks . . . lost.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. I’m pushing her too hard. I’m fucking her too hard.

“Hey,” I say, smoothing back her hair. “I’m here, okay?” She’s staring at me, big brown eyes wide and scared, and I can’t help but wonder how many men she’s been with. Clearly not a lot. I lean in and kiss her, gently, and she hums a little, like this is the encouragement she wants, and I force myself to loosen my grip and ease off a bit.

Break her in later. Let her breathe for a second . . .

I ease her down even though the idea of pulling out of her right now makes me feel fucking violent. But . . . we should be in a bed. This should be in a bed. I just bit her, slapped her, slid into her rough—she’s clearly been pushed to her limit, and I think we could both use a minute. But as I step back and I look down to watch my dick slide out of her perfect pussy, I notice the blood.

What . . .

I freeze, as shocked—maybe more shocked—than I was in the classroom when she told me she was in high school.

“Kiernan,” I gulp. “Are you a fucking virgin?”