9. Reign
CHAPTER 9
Reign
I could smell her sweet pussy weeping for me. Being this close to her, it overtook the cinnamon scent. My cock was solidifying; nothing could stop the blood from rushing to it.
And her tears?
Fuck, they turned me on in the sickest way.
Her green eyes brightened as the tears filled them with a luminescent glow. The moment I watched them spillover was the moment that cemented everything. She was the one who drew my soul here. She was the reason I felt lost for so long.
And I was finally found in her presence.
She’d soon know that I’d never let her go. This vixen was going to be mine to keep. I'd take her if I had to.
Anna consumed me, and I planned to ingrain myself in her.
It felt like my soul was slammed back into my body, being lost in her gaze soothed me like nothing ever had. Nothing seemed to matter when I was looking at her.
My hands didn’t wait for a command before they reached out to stroke her face, my thumb feeling the wetness on her plump cheek. Her pupils devoured her eyes, leaving nothing but a tiny ring of green visible. She shifted in her seat, sending a fresh wave of that delicious sweet scent to my nostrils.
My fingers stroked her neck tenderly before tightening my grip on her. The tiny gasp she made sent precum leaking out of me. I’m gonna spill myself in my fucking pants if I keep up this teasing.
“I,” she stammered the word out, knocking the chair back as she stood. “I should get going.” She hoisted her bag over her shoulder and beelined for the door.
My body moved with celerity, reaching the door just as she did, slamming it closed. Her body jumped at the sound. She trembled below me, only making me want her more.
Her trepidation sent a shot of adrenaline to my dick, making it so hard I could’ve rammed it through a cement wall.
“Anna,” my voice rumbled out of my throat. The tiny tremulous sound that fell from her lips was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire within me as she turned to face me, her body language a mixture of fear and surrender. Her chest heaved, and my resolve disintegrated, consumed by the intoxicating allure of her. “You didn’t finish your pretest.”
My hand tangled in her hair as I took her head, forcing her to look up at me. The soft tendrils entwined in my grasp. “Plus,” I leaned down to her neck, breathing in deeply. “I told you to stay after class.”
She trembled beneath me, the motion snapping my control.
I dragged Anna by her hair to the long row of desks by the door; she gasped but moved willingly under my hand. In one swift motion, I sat her on the desk and got on my knees. She spread her legs on either side of my head. I gripped her body, pulling her to the edge, bunching her skirt up around her waist. I clawed at the tights and ripped them down her thick thighs, my fingers leaving red marks on her flesh .
The wet spot on her panties was all the permission I needed.
I shoved them aside, my cock leaking at the sight of her bare pussy lips that were coated with her slick arousal, begging me to devour them. Her sweet scent filled my nostrils as I buried my face in her cunt with a growl.
“Oh God,” she exclaimed as her upper body fell back. I used one arm to stabilize her as the other pushed her knees further apart. Her juices dripped down my chin as her clit throbbed under my tongue.
I viciously ate her pussy, bringing her to the edge, only to slow down and languidly roll her clit between my lips. She was screaming so loud, I was sure if the building wasn't empty, someone would think I was killing her.
Her hands played in my hair, rubbing my face against her harder as she rode my tongue. Her arousal soaked the desk. I bit into her mound marking her cunt that was mine to use and mine alone. Her lips swelled as she leaked, her inner thighs quivered with her incoming orgasm.
Her clit hardened. I nipped the bundle of nerves with my teeth. Scraping them across the hood and marveling at the masterpiece.
“Dr. Hart,” my honorific was sex on her lips. Her moan had my dick standing at attention, begging to release in her.
“I’m going to…” Her voice trailed off as another gasp escaped her mouth.
My sweet little vixen wasn’t even able to say it.
Her pussy pulsed around my tongue. I licked her inside and out. She started to convulse, her cries coming out in rasping pitches that I planned to beat myself off to later.
Sucking her little pussy one last time, I pulled back.
Her hands grasped my hair in frustration, her weak grip trying to force my mouth back where she wanted it. Her beautiful eyes crazed with lust. I admired the sight between her legs. Her pussy swelled, dripping, laden with bite marks. She was gushing.
I wiped my mouth, savoring the taste of her honey.
When our eyes met, it took everything in me not to plunge into her core. To soak myself in her depths until I filled her too full to move.
“Good girls,” I snarled, “come,” I emphasized the word, “to class on time.”