Pretty Dirty

  She grins, her brows arching mischievously as she slinks towards me. When she’s close, I dart my hands out, grab her by the hips, and yank her into my lap. She whimpers, falling into me and gasping as I kiss her fiercely. My tongue demands entrance to her mouth, and I can taste the candy-sweetness of her lipgloss as I tease my tongue over hers.

  “I was only so short with her because I couldn’t stand you not being right here, right like this, another fucking second,” I purr into her ear.

  “I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything all day,” she whispers, hands gripping my shirt tight as she kisses me hungrily.

  “What’s the surprise?” I growl.

  She pulls back and smiles nervously, her cheeks going red as her lip catches between her teeth.

  “No more teasing, Princess,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips tight to me.

  “You sure you want to know?”

  “And there you go still teasing me.”

  She giggles before she pulls away from me and slips off my lap. She moves back, sliding her ass onto my desk. She reaches behind her, and with one sweep of her hand, she knocks about four piles worth of organized work off of it and onto the floor.

  “You little brat,” I growl, my muscles tensing — less with actual anger and more just wanting to put my hands on her.

  “Are you going to punish me?” she whispers innocently, batting her eyes as she moves back onto my desk. She curls her legs beneath her skirt and slowly moves onto her knees, sitting back on her heels right in front of me.

  “You want to know what the surprise is, sir?”

  “Show me,” I growl through clenched teeth.

  And slowly Tempest reaches down, tugs on her skirt, and lifts it up every inch of creamy, tempting thighs, all the way up until I feel the beast roar inside of me.

  She’s not wearing panties.

  That’s the surprise.

  Her bare, pink, wet little cunt is right there in front of my eyes, between her spread thighs.

  I groan.

  “And when exactly did you take these off, you dirty little girl?”

  Tempest grins wickedly.

  “I never had them on, ever since you picked me up this morning.

  My cock about rips a hole in my pants.

  “You seriously haven’t been wearing panties all fucking day?”

  She nods, biting her lip.

  “I’ve been a bad girl, sirrrr-ohhh.”

  She cries out as I move in and drag my tongue across her bare slit. I groan, my hands sliding up her thighs and slipping around to grab that tight little ass of hers as I move my mouth against her. My tongue pushes deep, tasting her sticky sweetness — the scent and the taste of her making my head spin with raw lust. My hands grip her ass tightly as I tongue-fuck her little cunt, moving up to swirl my tongue over her clit.

  I move one hand further behind her, sliding my fingers down between the tight globes of her ass until one finger teases across her tight, puckered ring. Tempest squeals, gasping and grabbing my hair tight in her hands as I suck her clit between my lips and swirl a finger over her naughty little asshole.

  She starts to gasp louder — too loud, really. I move my other hand up and slip a thumb into her mouth.

  “Suck,” I growl, glancing up at her lust-filled face before moving back to her pussy. She does, sucking my thumb between her lips and swirling her tongue over it as I tease her ass and tongue her clit.

  I’m merciless with her clit, flicking my tongue over it again and again as I start to add suction with my lips. I can feel her body start to tense up tighter and tighter, her ass clenching at my teasing finger. Suddenly, she goes rigid, every muscle in her body tensing up before she shatters for me. She moans around my thumb, her whole body trembling in her orgasm. She whimpers through her climax, sucking my thumb eagerly like it’s my cock as the release tumbles through her.

  Slowly, I move away, kissing down her thighs before I stand.

  “I have to have you,” I growl, yanking at my belt and tearing my zipper down. I pull my thick cock out, and Tempest whimpers as I stroke it against her thigh, coating her skin with the sticky cum leaking from the head.

  “No more waiting, I have to claim this perfect little pussy as my own.”

  “Please,” she gasps, yanking me close and kissing me. She moves onto her ass on the edge of my desk, her legs wide and her skirt bunched around her waist as I move in. She whimpers when my head slips over her soft, velvety lips. I stroke my cock, more pre-cum dripping freely over her little cunt and smearing over her thighs. I angle down until I can feel the thick head start to part her folds, slowly easing inside.

  “Nothing in this world has ever captivated me like this,” I growl softly into her lips. “You need to understand that this is more than just my complete and utter lust for you, and need to claim your perfect, sweet, untouched little pussy as my own.”

  She whimpers, her hands slipping under my dress shirt to run over my abs.

  “You’ve gotten me under your spell, Tempest,” I say softly. “And when I say I want to make you mine, I mean mine for always. I want you as my one and only. I want you to belong to me and me only, and when I stretch you open and slide all of me into you for the first time, I’m going to fill your womb with every single drop of my cum, until it runs down your thighs.”

  “You have no idea how much I want that,” she breathes, kissing me hard like I might fly away from her. Except nothing in this world is ever going to take me away from her.

  Not ever.

  I kiss her back, our tongues sliding together as I start to push inside. I can feel her soft petal lips barely kissing my cock as I ease inside, until I can feel the tight resistance of her virginity. I hesitate for just one second, when suddenly, there’s a firm pounding on my office door.

  “Later!” I bark ferociously, snarling at the intruding noise.

  “Headmaster—”

  “Later, Ms. Vitney,” I roar again.

  “Sir, I’m afraid it’s important?”

  I groan, and even though I want to go out there and possibly throw Milly Vitney out a goddamn window before coming back in here and finishing what I’ve started, I know the moment’s gone.

  For now.

  “One second,” I bark, grinding my teeth before I turn back to my Tempest.

  “I’m sorry, angel,” I say softly, kissing her lips.

  “Later?” she whispers.

  I respond by crushing my lips to hers and swirling my tongue over hers until both of us pull away panting.

  The knock comes again.

  “Mr. Knolls, I know you’re in the middle of something but—”

  “One second, Ms. Vitney!”

  Tempest hides her giggle as she slips off of my desk. I quickly tuck my cock back into my pants as the both of us scoop my work stuff off the ground where Tempest shoved it and pile it back onto my desk.

  “Wait,” I growl, storming to the office closet and yanking it open. Inside are old file boxes, some school spirit posters, a PTA banner, and — there, a box of old gym equipment. I dig inside, yanking out a pair of girls running shorts and turning back to her.

  Tempest arches a brow at the garment in my hands.

  “What are those?”

  “Put these on.”

  “Why?” She wrinkles her nose.

  “Because you’re wearing a skirt,” I growl.

  “And?”

  “And,” I mutter, scooping her into my arms and running my hand down over her ass. I yank her skirt up and palm her bare ass until she’s whimpering against me.

  “And no one else gets a peek besides me. This,” I move my other hand down to slip under her skirt from the front, until I’m cupping her ass and her hot little pussy.

  “This is for me and me only,” I growl possessively.

  Tempest moans softly and nods before I move away. She slips shorts on and moves to take a seat in front of my desk as I get back into my chair.

  “Enter!” I ba
rk.

  “And that Ms. Kensington,” I say sternly and loudly as Ms. Vitney enters. “That is the last I have to say on the matter!

  I say it like I’m finishing a lecture.

  “Is that understood?”

  Tempest’s eyes are locked on mine, all the heat and passion from earlier still smoldering in them.

  “Yes, sir.”

  In my head, she’s saying it naked, on her hands and knees on my desk, with her hands holding her ass open for me.

  “Good.”

  “Hello Tempest,” Ms. Vitney says thinly, smirking at her like she’s glad she’s just gotten chewed out.

  I almost want to tell her how close to the literal truth she is.

  “This needs signing today, Mr. Knolls,” she says quickly, passing me some sort of school paperwork. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize the date was so firm, but it has to be faxed over in the next ten minutes.”

  “That’s fine,” I mutter, quickly signing the thing and shoving it back to her. She beams, and I know it’s not an accident when her hand brushes mine when she takes it back.

  I also know that Tempest catches it.

  “So, any plans for the weekend, Mr. Knolls?”

  “Yes, I’m—”

  “A few of the teachers are going out,” she babbles on, oblivious to my answer. “You should really come out!”

  She beams, placing her hand on my shoulder and rubbing my muscles through the shirt.

  I shrug it away.

  “That will be all, Ms. Vitney,” I say brusquely, watching the smile fade from her face.

  “Oh, right.” She forces another smile, shooting a quick stink-look at Tempest.

  “Well, enjoy your weekend, Christian.”

  “And you too, Milly.”

  The door closes behind her, and when I turn, I can see the blue fire blazing behind Tempest’s eyes. I grin, despite the heated look on her face.

  “I’m glad you find that amusing,” she says sharply, standing quickly.

  “I don’t,” I growl, standing as well and moving around the desk. “I just find you even more enticing with that jealous tinge to your cheeks.”

  She pouts dramatically before I cup her jaw, snake an arm around her waist, and pull her into me as I kiss her fiercely.

  Tempest pulls away, grabbing my arm and pulling my hand between her legs.

  “This might be for you and you only, but this?”

  She reaches out and strokes my cock through my pants, which has the effect of making it rock hard in half a second.

  “But this is for me and me only. Okay?”

  “You’re all I ever want, forever, angel,” I purr into her ear. “You’re it for me.”

  She moans softly as I kiss her again, before I slide my lips to her ear.

  “I’m driving you home later, and this time, I will be coming inside.”

  10

  Tempest

  My pulse races as I close the kitchen door. He’s silent behind me, and when I turn, one hand still on the knob, he’s just standing there, taking me in.

  “What?” I ask quietly, the shyness and the nervous excitement of what’s about to happen suddenly making me weak in the knees.

  “Nothing, Princess,” he purrs in that deep, silky, sexy voice of his. He moves closer, until he’s right against me. I gasp, pressing back into the kitchen door as his hands move to my hips. His lips find mine, and I moan into them as he kisses me slowly. The kiss melts away the nervousness, or at least turns it into something else — something fiercer, and hotter, and something that ignites a fire inside of me.

  “I like seeing where you live,” he murmurs, pulling away to glance around the kitchen, dim in the late afternoon light.

  This is really happening. My gorgeous, dominant, sinfully sexy, and amazing Headmaster is actually at my house. We parked in the garage, even if he told me he wouldn’t give a shit about parking on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see. But the garage might be a touch more low-key.

  “So this is where you eat,” he murmurs, glancing around the kitchen before turning back to me. His hands tighten, and he groans as he presses himself against me. His face lowers, and I whimper as his lips brush my ear.

  “Show me where you sleep, angel,” he growls.

  I gasp, my chest rising and falling quickly as I grab his hand and pull him through the house. I’m halfway up the stairs when he stops me, and before I can turn or ask what he’s doing, I’m suddenly being gently pushed forward. I moan, my hands on the step in front of me and my feet planted on one a few steps lower. The effect has my skirt pulled up high on my thighs, with him right behind me. His hand skims up my thigh, and I hear him groan deeply as he pushes the skirt up high.

  “I think my dirty little girl is excited about this,” he murmurs.

  And I know what he sees. I ditched the stupid gym shorts before I got into his car, and I know he can see how dripping wet my pussy is. The raw need for him shivers through me as he leans close, and when his breath teases across my ass, I moan quietly.

  His hand moves up my thigh, over my ass, giving it a squeeze. His big, strong finger moves between my cheeks, slowly moving down and tracing down my cleft. He teases it over my asshole, making me shiver and moan before he traces lower. He runs it right over my puffy, slick lips — teasing my slick, sticky lips and making me cry out.

  “Such a bad girl,” he growls roughly, his finger rubbing my clit slowly. “Getting all hot and bothered by her teacher.” He makes a tsking sound as he rubs me, making me moan, shamelessly bent over in front of him on the staircase.

  “Is this tight little pussy ready for my cock, princess?” he purrs. I whimper, nodding since I can’t make words while he’s touching me like this. He eases two fingertips inside, and I gasp as he spreads my lips wide, exposing me. Christian groans deeply, his fingers slowly dragging up and down my soft, slick lips.

  “So fucking tight,” he rumbles out, his voice making me shiver in ecstasy. “So wet and so ready to take every inch of my big cock.”

  “Please,” I gasp, my knees shaking.

  But he slowly takes his hand away, pulling my skirt back down into place before he stands and moves right behind me. His lips tease my ear again.

  “Show me your room, baby girl,” he whispers deeply.

  I swallow, my head swimming as I grab his hand and yank him up the stairs. I know what I’m about to pull him into, and while the thought of him seeing what my room looks like is slightly embarrassing, the raw need for him to take me wins out.

  We pause in the doorway, and the redness creeps into my face.

  “The room…” I look at the floor.

  “You were a little girl,” he whispers, his arms circling me from behind.

  The room hasn’t changed much over the years. Yes, I’ve put up some rock n’ roll posters, and there’s makeup and some other more “adult” things lying around the vanity, and the picture books on the shelves have been replaced by novels and textbooks and magazines.

  Beyond that though? It still looks like, well, not much different than the room fit for a princess that I’d walked into when we first moved here way back then. I guess subconsciously I never changed the color of the walls, or swapped out the big, white, four-poster bed, or exchanged the shimmering and gauzy silver chandelier out of some sort of nostalgia.

  My parents knew what my room back home had looked like, and they’d tried to mirror it as much as they could when we moved here. Heck, they’d even added to it, until the room was like cartoon movie-princess version of the room I’d come from. I’d loved it, of course, and I guess I’ve never changed any of it as a subconscious way of remembering where I came from.

  Of course, standing there now, with the much older, incredibly sexy man who I’m hell-bent on losing my virginity to in the next, say, ten minutes, I’m suddenly very aware of how dorky it must look to him.

  …Or worse, creepy.

  I laugh awkwardly.

  “I guess I could have paint
ed?” I swallow, looking at my feet. “Sorry. I’ve just been lazy about changing anything since we moved in. There’s a guest room down the hall—”

  “It’s perfect,” he purrs into my ear, his hands slipping around my waist and pulling me tight. “It’s you — the real you, and I love it.”

  “I know I’ve got this whole image that the people at Thornbull see me as—”

  “It’s just for show, at school.” He turns me in his arms so that I’m facing him. He shrugs. “I get it, trust me. I was an outsider too. You show them all what you want to show them, to keep yourself safe.”

  I bite my lip, nodding, and somehow falling for this man even more than I already have.

  “I get that you’re not really the bad girl you like them to think you are,” he whispers gruffly, pulling me close. “And I like that,” he growls. “I like that underneath it all, you’re so innocent, and sweet, and pure. I like that underneath it, you’re a little princess.”

  His eyes narrow, and I whimper as I feel his cock growing hard between us, pressing into me.

  “I like that you’re my little princess.”

  “And your bad girl?” I breathe, falling into him.

  “Well that depends,” he purrs, like an animal, into my ear.

  “On?”

  “On how wet that tight little cunt of yours is. How wet the thought of letting your much older Headmaster claim you as his own, and fuck that sweet little pussy right here on your pristine white princess bed until you take every drop of his cum makes you.”

  I moan, and before I know it, I’m throwing my arms around him and kissing him with everything I have.

  “Very!” I gasp, mewling into his lips. He growls, his hands moving to my ass and squeezing me tight.

  “Then let’s see how bad you can be, angel.”

  I moan as he picks me up, my legs going around him as he carries me across the room to my bed. His shirt tears away, and I’m moaning as I run my hands over his bare, muscled chest. My fingers trace his tattoos, and I whimper as his fingers quickly pull away my shirt, and then my bra.

  I can feel the raw heat pulsing through me as he kisses his way down my neck and across the small of my breasts. His lips find my nipples, and I moan softly as he sucks one into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. He pushes my thighs apart, and his hand slowly makes it’s way between them. I moan as he strokes my pussy, running his fingers through my lips and rubbing my clit with his palm until his hand is slick from me.