Page 99 of Freckles

For now, I drink in the sight of her. The flushed cheeks and bright eyes. The jerky movements that signal her nerves are wound tight.

I love the disobedience most. It gives me a reason to touch her, to dominate her until she remembers who’s in control.

“Come with me,” I growl, watching her eyelids flutter before I grab her wrist and tug her through the locker room into the corridor beyond and along into the sports cupboard, turning the lock behind me so we won’t be disturbed. There’s a high window, and I turn on the lights as well, wanting her illuminated.

“I should pray for your soul if you think this dress is slutty,” I tease, letting down her hair. The text message I sent had been perfectly clear. I pinch the fabric, slowly drawing it upward, rolling the material at her hip as I expose more and more of her legs. “Or did you misunderstand the assignment?”

Her lips tremble as her eyes meet mine, smouldering with defiance.

“I understand that I’m not sitting in a public place, flashing my crotch to everyone who walks by.” She tilts her chin, gaze sliding to the side. “Unless you want me to hook up with someone else?”

“Threats of adultery, now? Is that how you roll?” I let go of her dress and grab her hips, lifting her to stand on the short bench seat at the end, and biting through the soft fabric.

“Don’t!”

“Too late, Freckles. Since you couldn’t follow my instructions, I’ll have to remodel this dress for you.”

Holding her gaze, I clench a bunch of her dress and pull until my bite mark tears further, continuing to wrench it apart until the excess fabric puddles at her ankles and her new dress is the length I ordered.

“That’s better.”

As her hands rest lightly on my shoulders for balance, my fingers tease along her new hem, sliding under to explore.

And they come to an immediate stop.

“Panties?” I shake my head with faux sadness. “This is a sad indictment of your reading skills. I’m starting to think I misjudged your mental acuity.”

I grab the waistband on either side and yank them down to her knees. While she’s gasping, I lift her down and turn her, placing her hands on the far side of the bench, making her kneel on the edge near me.

“Better grab tight, Freckles,” I warn, fingers skating up the soft inside of her thighs, spreading her ready. “This is going to be hard and fast.”

And it is. Her wet warmth envelops me, walls clenching, both of us gasping at the sensation as I pump into her. Each time we connect, my thrusts penetrate deeper, closing in on the perfect fit.

“You look so good on your knees.” I push her dress higher, pressing my thumbs into the cute divots sitting just above her arse, the muscles clenching and releasing under my hands. “I wish you could see how juicy your sweet cunt is while you’re taking me.”

Her hands grip the bench so hard the skin turns shiny, and I rest my knee on the edge, knocking hers farther apart, driving her forward until her head hangs halfway to the ground, her hair bouncing with every thrust.

“You’re the best good luck charm,” I whisper as I band my arm around her midriff, pulling her until she releases her grip, one arm raising over her shoulder to curl around my neck while I slip inside the neckline of her dress, cupping her breasts in my hand.

I enjoy every motion as her internal muscles grip tight. I lower my hand to caress where I’m pounding into her, my fingers sliding through our combined juices, circling her clit and letting the force of each thrust bump me closer.

A gasp sets my scalp tingling. Each time I sink into her is better than the last.

When her soft cries increase in volume, I don’t hold back, the flutter as she convulses around me, squeezing me, milking me for my cum is too good to resist. I groan as the sweet release grips me, pumping my seed into her waiting body as my hand cups her belly.

My breath softens as I hold her close, tugging down the fabric to suck at the top of her spine, licking the light sheen of sweat from her skin and grazing her with my teeth before I let her go.

I tuck myself away, the familiar sensation of power roaring through my veins as I pull her panties back into place, draping the now eye-wateringly short skirt of her dress over top, patting her behind as I help her down onto the ground, a steadying arm around her waist.

“Since you’re so determined to wear panties, you can, but you’re not allowed to clean up.” I pull her tight against me, enjoying the crush of her breasts against my chest. “Nestle those against your pussy for me, sweetheart. Catch every drop of cum so I can think of my little guys swimming upstream while I win the game.”

The birth control she chose will be well in force by now, but a boy can dream.

Besides, I’ve always enjoyed practice.

She wrinkles her nose. “If I knew you were going to wreck this beautiful dress, I would’ve worn jeans.”

“Or you could try to follow instructions,” I scold, pulling her hair back into its bun, capturing all the strays. “What part of wear the short dress with no bra or panties was difficult to understand?”

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