Page 34 of Such a Bad Girl

‘But you're full of my cum,’ Henry moaned.

‘Yeah, and soon, you’ll be full of it too. We’re going to do such depraved things together, you and I. This isn’t even the tip of the iceberg.’ I lifted my cum-soaked fingers to my mouth and licked them deliberately slowly. ‘You said I tasted good, didn’t you, baby? We taste better together.’

I didn’t leave him much room to negotiate, shifting myself over his mouth and crushing my cunt to his lips. There was a grimace, but before he could argue, his tongue slipped deep into our cum-coated mess.

‘Such a good Sir,’ I murmured, clinging onto the headboard.

When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I grinned. I hadn’t misjudged his depravity one bit.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

HENRY

We lay in a sticky mess,catching our breath while watching a sun patch from the gap between the curtains cross the ceiling.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ I asked, grazing my fingers through the blonde strands of her hair as best I could from my still shackled position.

‘Tell you?’ Bex murmured, twisting her sweet face to look at me.

‘That you wanted to be together.’

‘Don’t you think you would have run away at the first inkling that I’d been following you for years? That my obsession with you would be too much to handle?’ Her fingers danced along the valley of my stomach, still slick with our combined juices.

Even with giving in to her, letting her ride me until we both came apart, I wasn’t convinced it waswise to stick around. Bex was a whole new level of wild.

Yet… the thought of walking away made my hair stand on end. Leaving her to another? Unimaginable.

‘How do you see this working?’ I asked. ‘Where do we go from here?’

‘Although I only took this course to get close to you, I’ve worked my ass off to get here. I want to finish college. I know that being together isn’t really possible in the meantime. Not properly. Maybe not even for a while after that.’

‘So you want to be my dirty little secret?’ I ached to turn over and take her in my arms. To scoop her up while we spoke.

‘Or perhaps you’ll be my dirty little secret, Professor. Either way, I can’t keep you locked up forever.’ Bex gave a pout before breaking into a laugh. ‘Much to my disappointment.’

God. Even the way she smiled had my stomach in knots. I adored being the centre of her attention.

‘You like risks,’ I pointed out.

‘Mhm. Don’t you?’

Before her, I would have said no. Not at work. But having her beneath my desk had blown my mind, and every other part of me. ‘With you, I do.’

‘Then we spend the next few years one-uppingeach other until we either get kicked out or I graduate.’

‘And if you tire of me?’ Perhaps having me wouldn’t prove as exciting as it had been in her mind. The unavailable had proven a more potent draw than when she had full access.

‘Henry, I’ll never tire of you. Because you are just like me, deep down. A perverted fuck.’

Already inklings of future games flew into my head. Seeing her in class squirming from a butt plug or remote-controlled vibe. Making her wear a skirt with no panties after fucking her right before class, watching her slide around in my cum while trying to concentrate. Using a signal to make her spread for me to give me a full view of her perfect cunt.

Bex had well and truly suckered me in.

‘You’re right,’ I whispered, wrapping my fingers in her hair and tugging tightly ‘Now, when are you letting me shower?’

‘Sick of the cloth and bucket?’ Bex asked, her eyes glittering.

Sick of having no control.

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