11. Reign
CHAPTER 11
Reign
I wanted to disrespect her body. I wanted to pound her into oblivion. I wanted to give her a better reason to be fucking late for my class again, like leaking my seed after I spent the afternoon destroying her cunt.
Anna spread her legs further for me, her pussy goading my tongue, my cock. She was dousing the desk in her arousal. My mouth filled with saliva, imagining her coming around me.
She was small enough to move her where I wanted. I thought of everything I could do to her with that advantage. The positions I could take her in were flooding my mind. Obscuring my vision with obscene images. My cock was going to burst with how hard it was. She wasn’t the only one suffering. Every muscle, every fiber of me, every thought that ran through my mind was of throwing her against the wall and hammering my cock into her until she was crying.
But I would wait.
For now.
I guided her off the table, my hands lifting her off the desk, holding her up as she fixed her skirt. The desk shined with her essence. It called to me, mocked me even; the urge to lick it up, to taste her one last time tonight, was too great to control. I slid a finger through it, savoring the flavor as my tongue rolled the flesh Anna seasoned with her pussy.
“Oh,” her tiny voice mewed. Her hand was over her mouth in shock or disgust, I didn’t care which one. I’d have her licking my cum off the floor in the weeks to come. “You, um,” she had no words. Her skin flushed. “I have to get going.”
She rushed to the door.
I followed after her; there was no fucking way I was letting her walk home alone. After all, there could be someone out there waiting to throw her over their shoulder to capture her, leaving no trace.
But what were the chances that there were two of us on this campus with those intentions?
She hurried down the hall, making her way out of the building. I followed close on her heels. The doors opened, sending her hair flying around her, her scent engraving itself in my nostrils. Her eyes searched the empty campus as she pulled her coat around her. Her feet were pigeon-toed inwards, her knees touched, and she stood awkwardly. Probably needing the friction to heat her dripping cunt, I thought, my hungry gaze rolling over her.
“Let me take you home,” I rushed the words out as headlights cut through the darkness.
She shook her head. “My ride's here.” The black BMW pulled up in front of us, stopping right by the curb, awaiting my Anna. She turned over her shoulder awkwardly before grasping the handle and getting in.
The light briefly lit up the man behind the wheel.
A man.
With my girl? Absolutely not .
Rage coursed through me as I watched the car take off.
I’d fucking tear him limb from limb.
Little vixen was mine .
And those who dared to get in my way would pay the price.