Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 13981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
I walk to my desk. My silver graduation gown sways just under my knee. Once I can't be seen by anyone walking by the class door, I open it to reveal one of the shortest dresses I've worn to date. I know he can't resist me.
"You promised me a graduation gift, Mr. Montoya, if I passed your class and aced the final."
"I did, Madison, but someone's bound to come looking for you," he says, walking toward me. By the time he's standing in front of me, I half expect him to close my gown. Instead, he reaches inside of it to cup my ass and bring me closer to him. "I guess we'd better hurry up then."
"I'd rather be late than rush this."
He winks at me. "You know how nervous guys get when girls are late. You've enjoyed being a bad girl for too long without being punished. Teasing me in class every morning. Wearing dangerously short dresses, skirts, and shorts to tempt me into revealing how much I truly care about you."
"I think the world should know that we're together," I tell him, the nonchalance of our relationship carries through every syllable.
"They are," he promises, nuzzling against my neck. His lips send an eruption of goosebumps down my neck and toward my navel. The strength of his hands pushing the lower hem of my dress up to my waist has my walls drenched with anticipation.
Mason never disappoints when it comes to pleasing me. The roughness of his fingers slipping between my folds to gain entrance to my pussy shows the urgency behind this tryst. We need to hurry up, even though I want him to take his time.
"Turn around," he growls, and I do as I'm told.
He hikes my dress and graduation gown up and slips his cock inside of me with such force it shuffles the desk forward. No time is wasted as he thrusts in and out of me, pounding into my pussy while cupping my ass as he coaxes an orgasm out of me. My chest heaves up and down just as Mason reaches around to grab my tits while he plows into me.
"Fuck," he grunts. "You always get your way."
A smile creeps across my face because he's right.
With every dip and dive, in and out, Mason's thick girth plunges in and out of me. My juices flow with the next orgasm. My thighs clench as I breach another. His hand moves away from my breast and up to my neck, pulling me back against him.
"Put that leg up baby. Give me room." His voice is husky with lust. "Let me give you what you want."
I move my leg onto the desk. Mason grips me around the waist to hold me steady as he fucks me into my third and fourth orgasm. This is one hell of a lasting memory of my last day in high school. My English teacher fucking the utter nonsense out of me right before I join my classmates to celebrate the next step in our lives.
"That's right, Maddie. Come all over me like a good girl. Come all over this cock. It's yours, Madison. All yours."
The confession of his attachment to me sends me into a state of euphoria. Bliss engulfs me, and every nerve ending in my body radiates with intense pleasure. He belongs to me and I belong to him. I never want to be with anyone else. Mason's managed to change my life in a matter of weeks, and I can't wait to see what's next for us.
The sound of keys jingling in the hall distracts us from the last orgasm, but Mason quickly recovers. His balance never wavers as we finish up with a powerful stroke that pulls moans loud enough to reveal what we're doing. However, turning my face just enough allows Mason to slowly let his climax pump into me, his mouth closing over mine with a kiss that's full of promise.
We pull apart and adjust our clothes just in time for the janitor, Eddie, to poke his head into the room.
"Uh, the ceremony's starting," Eddie tells us with a crooked grin. "I mean, uh, they're letting folks in to find their seats. Y'all should get out of here."
"Thanks, Eddie." Mason speaks for both of us. "We're leaving right now."
"That was close." I giggle and watch Eddie leave. "You think he suspects anything?"
"Of course, he does. I've paid Eddie handsomely to keep his mouth shut."
"That's news to me," I tell him, staring at Mason with shock in my eyes.
Mason adjusts his shirt collar and cuffs to make sure he's still looking the part of the proud teacher, cheering his students on as they walk across the stage to grab their diplomas.
"It should be. The purpose of buying silence is that no one knows, but since I'm about to do something crazy, it's not going to matter much what he tells people."