Chapter 45
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
KILLIAN
She’s the last one to leave my classroom when the bell rings. She’s slow on purpose, ensuring the two of us are alone.
She bends over her desk to reach for something, the motion making her skirt ride up, showing me a glimpse of her perfect ass and black lacy thong. My dick twitches, hardening.
I know exactly what she looks like naked beneath me.
I’ve memorized the shade of pink her cheeks flush when she’s close to an orgasm and the desperate little sounds she makes.
The way she whispers my name, begging me not to stop.
How perfect her pussy feels, so wet and tight, fluttering around my cock as she climaxes. How fucking hard she makes me come.
I shouldn’t stare at her ass in that thong. I shouldn’t even allow myself to be in her presence. But I’m done caring. She’s mine, we’re perfect together, and nothing will keep me from her.
She turns around to speak with me, her lips pausing as she catches my eyes on her body. Those luscious lips belong wrapped tight around my cock. Lips that give the best head of my life.
She gasps, seeing my thoughts written in my eyes, then her lips curl upward.
My blood pumps faster as she approaches slowly, her hips swaying with each step. When she reaches me at my desk, her hands rest on the surface and she leans in, whispering in a sweet voice that sends me feral.
“What are you thinking about, Mr. Blackwood?”
Jesus. When she calls me that name.
“You, Zara. I’m thinking about you.”