Page 6 of Disobedient
I groan into his mouth when I feel his hands on my hips, caressing my nearly naked body. He brings a crop of goosebumps to the surface of my skin, but these are from excitement. His digits explore the width of my waist, reaching around to grab my ass.
“Do you know how much trouble we’ll be in if someone catches us?” He asks as he breaks the kiss, his breath coming in quick, lustful pants.
A smile breaks my face as I look into his dark brown eyes. “Then we’ll have to be quiet, won’t we.” This is precisely the behavior that the teacher at the end of the hallway is trying to prevent. Too bad she’ll never know that she failed her job.
Briggs growls lowly, hands tightening on my globes. “I have to taste you, Summer.”
Hasn’t he already done that? His tongue has explored every part of my mouth. But before I have a chance to tell him that, he pulls me toward the teacher’s desk. It’s already cleaned off in preparation for the summer break, giving Briggs the chance to pick me up and set me on top.
I’ve always gone after tall, muscular men because I didn’t want someone that would break beneath my weight; Briggs is exactly that. He lifts me without breaking a sweat, his intent clear.
“We have to get rid of these panties,” he growls again. With a little maneuvering, he slips them off and tosses them into the darkness. “Spread your legs, Summer,” Briggs demands.
Even if I’m not his student anymore, it’s hot to say, “Yes, Principal Harrison.”
Briggs falls to his knees but pierces me with his gaze. “Fuck,” he swears under his breath, “I didn’t think I’d like you saying that but I fucking love it.” His hands reach out to push my thighs wider apart and pull me toward the edge of the desk. Just as I think I’m about to fall off, he stops.
I lean back on my wrists, exposing myself as vulnerable as I’ve ever been. Briggs’s tongue licks my length from bottom to top, lingering momentarily on my clit.
“Sweet like sugar,” he whispers, his warm breath on my core sending a shiver down my spine. Briggs releases my thighs so that he can grab other parts. One hand wraps around my waist and lands on the small of my back, holding me in place. The other reaches forward, fingers tapping against my entrance. As he goes back to licking me, his digits slowly dip in.
My body heats up as he plays me like a guitar. Every strum of his fingers brings out the music of my pleasure. His tongue swirls against my clit, intermixing with moments of hard, flat presses. I toss my head back and let the sensations wash over me.
Men have done this to me before, but they are a distant memory now. All I can see on the backs of my closed eyelids is Briggs’ face drawn in lust. It’s a powerful image that draws a loud moan from my lips.
“Shh,” the sound blows against my core, “someone will hear you.”
I lean forward to grab onto his shoulders, putting my weight on him. “Then let them hear. Let them wonder who’s behind these doors making me feel this good.”
Briggs pulls away from me and looks into my eyes. “You’re playing with fire, Summer,” he says with a cluck of his tongue. “And girls that play with fire are going to get burned.”
Before I have a chance to ask him what that means, he pulls me off the desk. Briggs starts to get to his feet, standing a full 6’3” as he looks down at me. I reach up to run my hands across his chest but he turns me around and shoves me over the desk. “You’re a bad girl, Summer,” he says in a low, heated whisper. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”
“I hope it’s taking your cock.” I look over my shoulder and flash him a naughty grin, but it’s the last thing I do before I see his hand raise and feel it crack against my backside. Warmth spreads across my ass from his blow.
“You will,” he says after a moment, “but not before taking my punishment for being so disobedient. I told you to be quiet.” But the only one making sound now is him as he brings his hand down on my other cheek, matching the heat across my globes.
I’ve never been spanked before, but God, it makes me wet. I don’t know if it’s because of the action or because of who’s doing it. “So this is what it’s like to be spanked by the principal.” I thrust my hips back at him, ready to accept more. “I think I could get used to this.”
His hand comes down a little harder, sending a quick burning sensation through my skin. “I don’t know what to do with you,” Briggs swears.
“Maybe put it inside of me,” I wiggle my hips back at him. I want to know what it’s like. I want to feel him inside of me.
Briggs smacks my ass one more time with the same intensity as before, warming everything from my skin to my core. I hear him unzip his pants and the faint sound of clothes being removed. One hand grabs my hip to steady me and the other holds his cock as he presses the tip at my entrance. “You sure about this, Summer? Once I get inside of you, we can’t go back.”
I push my hips toward him, feeling his tip slip past the entrance of my core. “I don’t want to go back, Briggs. I want to go forward.”
He spears me the rest of the way, his cock filling me up until I’m certain I’m about to sever in two. “Good,” Briggs groans as his free hand now grabs my shoulder. “I didn’t want to stop.” He thrusts inside me, working his hips back and forth until I get used to his size.
I reach forward to grip the desk, holding on as he slams into me from behind. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “Yeah,” I groan, “just like that.”
Briggs growls as he buries himself inside of me. “Fuck, Summer. Don’t talk like that.”
“Don’t talk like what?” I ask innocently, words coming between thrusts. “Don’t tell you what a big cock you have? Don’t tell you how you fill me all the way up?”
His thrusts become sharper, his fingers digging into my skin. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come inside of you.”
To be filled with his meat and then his cream. A dream come true. “Come inside me, Principal Harrison. Come inside your filthy, naughty student.”
