Page 4 of The Desire

She wraps her arm around the back of my neck, with those long red nails with the Christmas pictures on them scratching my skin and making every muscle in my body hard.

“I’m a good girl.” Her breathy voice signals that her body is as on fire as mine is. The way she is rubbing her ass against my cock, she is far from a good girl.

“Maybe outside this room, but right here, right now, you want to be my bad girl, don’t you?” I whisper, running my nose up her neck and hovering just beside her ear. Every sexual pheromone in her body is lighting me up.

“Yes, fuck yessss.” She moans like she is already close to coming just from her seductive dance.

“This is a bad idea. I don’t do relationships.” I bite down on her neck and then lick the sweat off her.

“Good. I don’t want to date you, I just want to fuck you.” Who is this little vixen in my arms? Because she isn’t the woman I just sat next to at dinner.

“You say that now.” I should be pulling away, but her hand grasps tighter, the nails digging into my skin, and it feels fucking awesome.

“I’ve never had a one-night stand. Just once I want to do something reckless, want to stop being the perfectly boring teacher that everyone sees.” She turns in my arms to face me so quickly that the bottle of champagne drops to the floor. Thank God it’s empty and only a small one.

“I trust you, Rem, be my one-night stand. But you can’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.” Both her hands now running over my chest, and I can’t deny her, but I need to be sure.

“Are you drunk?” I ask, trying to keep my hands off her for a moment until I’m sure.

“No, just so horny. Alcohol makes me super horny, and I’m sick of using my vibrator to fix it.”

And that’s where my restraint snaps.

“Merry. Fucking. Christmas.” I slam my mouth down on hers and taste the lips that have been taunting me since I walked in from the bathroom.

This is a big mistake, so if I’m going to do something stupid, I may as well make it worth the risk.

The hint of champagne is still in her mouth as my tongue dominates her. I’m not holding back. She is begging for me to help her let loose, and that is exactly what I’m going to do. If she wants to be a bad girl, then I’m happy to take it all.

My hands are on both sides of her skirt that was knee-length at dinner, but now I’ve got it hiked up to the crease of her ass cheeks. Which means everything is nice and available to me to take.

As I lift her onto the coffee table, her little squeal and giggle is like an aphrodisiac.

“Dance for me, naughty girl, and show me how that hot little body looks… naked. Strip for me. Show me how bad you can be.”

She wants to feel sexy. Her cheeks are pink, blushing at the thought of it, but I’m going to help her.

Her phone switches to the next song, “Temperature Rising” by Tory Lanez, and it’s perfect.

I sit down on the couch in front of her. She’s still swaying, but her confidence is slipping.

“Dance for me, and I’ll make it worth your while,” I demand. Pulling my shirt from my pants, I start to unbutton it slowly. “You strip, and I’ll follow you,” I suggest, giving her the incentive she needs. Spreading my legs wide, I palm my cock that is clearly visible how hard it is.

Biting her bottom lip, I know where she wants to place that cock. And that red lipstick she’s wearing is going look perfect on my skin when I give it to her.

“If you want this, you need to earn it. I want to see you wet and desperate.”

Her hands are now moving, and the look in her eyes has changed. There is no innocence left.

Oh yes, baby, show me what you’re hiding.

The skirt I pushed up is already showing me the white lace of her panties and her bare fucking pussy, one I’m going to take great pleasure in running my tongue through as soon as she’s naked. She unbuttons her white skirt, sliding the zipper down, until it’s hanging loose on her waist. She doesn’t waste any time letting it fall down her legs, and she kicks it to the side with a flick of her foot. She is really in the moment now.

My shirt is completely unbuttoned, open with my chest on show, and I can see she’s turned on by what she sees. That makes two of us, baby!

“Show me those tits, now.” Watching her run her hands over them isn’t enough. I want to see them, nipples rock hard and ready for me to bite while she is screaming my name.

“Only if you show me your cock.” Well, look at that. The bad girl is now in the room.

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