Making the Grade -- Part B

Authors note: Making the Grade is my fourth, longest and final story in my Hot Tails in Oak Hills series. This story has been divided into five parts for easier reading. Welcome back and I hope all of you enjoy the second chapter. GEV

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The next morning, Madison parked along the sidewalk outside the front of the school and shut off the ignition. She still had twenty minutes until the first bell rang so she just sat there behind the wheel, staring out the windshield, trying to find the courage to go to her first period class. After she had gotten home last night, she took a shower and made a quick dinner for her and her mom, eating by herself and leaving the other plate in the refrigerator so her mom could just heat it back up when she got home, which was well after ten o'clock. As she laid there in bed, listening as her mom settled in for the night after checking on her, all she could think about was Jacob and how good his mouth had felt on her, stirring up those feelings inside her again.

When she was sure that her mother was asleep, she let her hand wander down her taut abdomen to slip into her pajama shorts and between her legs, feeling just how wet she had become just thinking about her English teacher and the feel of his tongue as her fingers started caressing her slippery flesh again, brushing over her swollen clitoris, until she was dripping and biting her pillow to keep from screaming as her orgasm shook her body. Her mom was already gone in the morning when she got up to get ready for school and she used some of her mom's cosmetics to cover up the whisker rash that was still visible on her skin the best she could, wearing her hair down around her shoulders to hide anything the make-up didn't cover.

She jumped at the sound of knuckles knocking on the truck's passenger side window and she looked over at Dylan as he danced in place on the sidewalk by the door, staring in the window at her, smiling and holding up two smoothies in medium plastic cups from the coffee stand they always frequented. She unhooked her seatbelt and leaned over the seat to pop the door latch, pushing the door open as far as she could, watching as he caught the door with his elbow and pulled it open the rest of the way. She leaned over and took the mixed berry one from him, taking a drink from it, as he sat his in the cup holder before slipping his backpack off his shoulders, dropping it on the floorboard beside hers and climbing into the cab of the truck, pulling the door closed behind him. She shifted around in the seat so she could face her friend, tucking her ankle under her knee. "Thank you," she said, setting her cup in the holder. "I didn't get very much breakfast this morning."

Dylan turned in the seat, tucking his ankle under his thigh and reaching over to take hold of Madison's hands, looking at her and ignoring the slight nervousness he saw on her face. He hadn't seen much of her in the past weeks, she'd been too focused working on her missing assignments after school and they never got to hang out on the weekends because she went with her mom to see her dad in the state prison, only really getting to hang out at school together and facetime chatting at night. "I miss my bestie. We haven't gotten to go shopping at all these past weeks. And we're going to have to go soon because I need to get fabric for our new ensembs for graduation. I already have a cute dress sketched out for you and-- Are you even going to be graduating? You have to graduate. I have to walk with my bestie. We've gone through school together since the first grade. It's bad enough we won't be going to college together..."

Madison gave her friend's hands a firm squeeze. She could always tell him everything but this time she had to keep something to herself and what she had done yesterday was never going to be divulged to another living soul, even if he was her best friend. Even though her college of choice was in state and they both cried tears of joy and heartache when he had been accepted into one of the top fashion design schools in New York, there was no way she was going to let her friend walk by himself on what was one of the biggest days of their lives. "Don't worry, I'll be graduating. I have my grades back up in all my classes, but I still have to get caught up in English. I've barely even started, and I only have six days left to get my work done. I'll probably fail Mr. Bradford's class but at least I won't have to come back next year."

Dylan picked up his strawberry banana smoothie and took a sip of it from the straw, eyeing his friend curiously. She had always had perfect grades up until her family situation, his slightly less than perfect, and he knew that she would be devastated to get a C even if she was trying to deny it, trying to hide how much it was upsetting her to fail at something. He sat his drink back down in the cup holder, leaned closer to her and rested his hands on her knees, looking her right in the eyes. "We're only three weeks from graduation. Suck. His. Dick. You'll be guaranteed at least a B if not an A. How do you think I got an A in physics?" Dylan said, leaning away from her and picking up his drink again, wrapping his lips around the straw and sucking up the thick blended concoction just to prove his point, watching as the shocked expression slowly came to his friend's face. He lowered the cup. "But when you do, make sure he's going to change your grade, otherwise you're just sucking it for funzies."

Madison slowly shook her head, looking incredulously at her best friend, not believing a word he was saying or even suggesting. And thank goodness they were in her dad's truck away from eavesdroppers, because what he had just said was unbelievable. "What? When? Mr. Wilson isn't gay. And I am not going to suck Mr. Bradford's dick," she said in complete and utter shock. More so hearing that her best friend had given their physics teacher a blowjob, knowing very well that she couldn't even tell him that she had done that very thing to her English teacher for a passing grade just yesterday. And what was worse, was she couldn't correct him because Jacob had a cock, nothing that long and that thick could ever be labeled as a dick. "I can't believe you did that."

Dylan shrugged like it was nothing, sipping more of his smoothie from his cup that he had both hands wrapped around. "Straight, gay, curved. A dick is a dick and I sucked it. Twice." He took a sip from his drink again, batting his eyelashes at his best friend, smiling around the straw before sucking down the last of his drink and putting the empty cup in the holder. He reached up and wiped an imaginary drop of something from the corner of his mouth with a quick flip of his index finger, looking at it before dropping his hand in his lap. "And it happened last semester after school in the science lab and last week in the backseat of his car. This pretty face doesn't do science," he told her confidently.

"Dylan," Madison exclaimed, still not believing a word he was saying and believing him at the same time. She knew he had performed oral sex before, he had told her, just never with who but now she knew. She reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her gaze focused on him, not knowing how to ask him her next question without raising any suspicions towards herself. "How do you even face Mr. Wilson knowing what you did is so... wrong? He's our teacher. I don't even think I'll be able to look at him the same way again knowing what you just told me."

"You know that you can't say anything to anyone about this, but..." Dylan said as he turned in the seat and pulled down the sun visor, checking his reflection in the mirror. He reached up and moved a couple strands of gelled hair back from his forehead with two fingers, making a sassy kissing face at the mirror before pushing the visor back up in place. He turned back around, wiggled his shoulders back and lifted his chin with confidence. "I just walk in the room with my head held high and act like nothing ever happened because I know that if he says anything it's worse for him because I'm gay and he's not." He reached over and took hold of her shoulders, looking at her. "If you say anything to anybody, I'm just going to deny it, but yes, I sucked his dick for an A. His less than average, skinny--"

"Who am I going to tell? You're the only person I talk to in this entire school," Madison said just as the peal of the first warning bell rang across the entire campus. She took her backpack from Dylan and grabbed her smoothie from the cupholder, sliding out of the truck and shutting the door, locking it as he hopped out on the other side, walking around the front as she hefted the strap of her backpack over one shoulder, stepping up on the sidewalk. "I'll see you in trig," she said, giving him a quick hug before watching him run away in the gayest run she had ever seen. She hurried up the narrow set of cement steps along the slope in front of the two buildings, walking down the sidewalk towards her English class, her nervousness still there but not as bad as before now that she knew her friend was in the same predicament that she was, with a lot of stress on the dick part.

Madison slowed her pace as she got closer to Mr. Bradford's classroom, walking along the breezeway with several other students as she sipped on her morning smoothie. She looked at him from a distance as he stood with his back against the brick wall next to the open door to his classroom, one ankle crossed over the other and his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his trousers, dressed from head to toe in black, waiting for all his students to enter the room. As she got closer, she noticed for the first time he had forgone the tie, leaving just the collar button on his shirt undone, the turned back cuffs on his shirt sleeves shoved up his arms from his pocketed hands.

She tried to play it cool, act like nothing had ever happened but she knew what those hands felt like, how dark his eyes had become... She looked up at him as he pushed away from the wall, breathing in the subtle scent of his designer cologne, the same cologne that she had smelled on his shirt, washed from her skin last night. She felt her heart slam into her ribs. "Mr. Bradford," she said, stopping at the open doorway.

Jacob looked down at her through hooded eyes when she stopped right next to him, fisting his hands inside his pockets as his heart started to pound in his chest just from the sight of her. He had awakened this morning with a rock hard erection, and as he stood in the shower under the spray of hot water with his hand wrapped around the base of his thick, throbbing cock, the image of Madison appeared behind his closed eyes, kneeling in front of him with her lips and hand wrapped around his girth as he stroked his cock until he came hard, painting the shower wall with his semen, groaning her name. And now here she was, standing in front of him again, only fully clothed this time.

She had her long hair down around her shoulders, covering her neck and hiding the rash he knew was still there. Her oversized hoodie was zipped up halfway over her bright blue T-shirt and her baggy jeans were thread bare at both knees and frayed at the hems and her hot pink and black sneakers were slightly scuffed. He had to wonder what color her-- He quickly squashed that thought as his gaze shifted to the plastic cup in her hand filled with a purple blend. "No drinks other than water. Finish it or throw it away," he said harshly, his tone a little bit sharper, knowing he had just said the wrong thing. Because even after he had told her everything was going back to normal, she was going to do just that, act naturally, only it had an entirely different effect on him now.

When she turned her eyes up to him and pressed a few inches of the straw against her tongue, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked down the last of her smoothie, he bit the inside of his cheek as his cock twitched in his trousers, looking over her head to the flowering tree between the two buildings, trying not to remember the feel of her lips wrapped around him yesterday, especially since he had twenty-four students in the room behind him. Who the fuck was he kidding, nothing was ever going to be 'normal' again.

He cleared his throat at the sound of her sucking the last remaining trace from the bottom of the cup through the straw and he held his hand out as she sat the bottom of the empty cup in the palm of his hand. He glared down at her, into those innocent baby blue eyes, his own eyes stern, wanting to scold her, knowing he couldn't as she walked past him and into the room filled with all his first period students. "Take a seat, Miss Ledbetter," he grated out, kicking the doorstop up on the door and pushing it closed as he walked up the row of desks to his, throwing her cup in the trash can. She was going to drive him absolutely crazy before the end of the school year.

Madison dropped her backpack to the floor and slid into her seat, taking out her books as Mr. Bradford started his morning lecture. She knew exactly what she was doing when she stood there sucking down the last of her drink in front of him; tormenting him, daring him to say something, knowing he wouldn't when she should just be ignoring him. After that, she didn't want to aggravate him any further so she just sat in her seat with her gaze focused on the back of the jock sitting in front of her, listening to the subtle catch in her teacher's voice every time his own gaze shifted to the side of the room she was sitting on, no one else could hear it, but she could. It was the same shift in tone he had when he was talking to her yesterday behind a locked door. She braced her elbow on her desk and dropped her chin into her palm, staring out the window, only to turn her attention back to the class when their assignment was passed back along the rows, taking her sheet of paper and holding the other two over her shoulder for the classmates sitting behind her.

She looked up at her teacher as he took a seat behind his desk, opening his laptop, his stern gaze instantly locking with hers and when she recognized that look, she quickly looked down at her paper, keeping her eyes there for the remainder of the class. She tried her best to hide her smile behind her hand, knowing all too well that it was killing him to be sitting there at his desk, the very desk that she had been sprawled across only twelve hours ago. And when the bell rang, bringing an end to the fifty minutes of pure torture, she gathered up her books, stuffing them in her backpack and hurrying out of the classroom with the rest of her classmates, knowing that he wasn't going to hold her back after class for any kind of a verbal scolding because he couldn't even stand up from behind his desk.

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After the final bell rang, Madison made her way back to Mr. Bradford's classroom, slowly walking down the breezeway, dreading stepping foot inside the room, but when she saw three new students that hadn't been in the study group before walk into the room ahead of her, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she wasn't going to be alone with him for two hours. She unzipped her hoodie and flung it over the desk behind her as she sat down at her regular desk, pushing aside the copy of the book she needed and opening the folder full of her English assignments that was waiting for her, looking across the room at the other three students that were oblivious to her presence.

She had five more days after today to get her work done and as she thumbed through the pile of papers that was a lot thinner than it had been the day before, she realized her grade had been changed this morning like he promised, and she had less work to complete. She heard his heavy footsteps and she looked up, turning in her seat as Jacob walked across the back of the room and up the last row to greet and inform the new students of his classroom rules, ignoring her. Or so she thought. She had turned back in her seat and was reading over a page in the book she had in her hand when she heard his footsteps, saw black out of the corner of her eye as he stopped right next to her desk.

Jacob walked up the first row of desks, stopping beside her, just staring down at her as she read from the book she had open in her hands, working on her assignment for his class. He had changed her grade like he said he would, and even though he told her she still had work to complete, he was surprised to see her back in his classroom after yesterday. He had been under too much stress this morning, ever since she stood outside his room finishing her drink, the tension slowly leaving as the day progressed, even though he had to sit at his desk and try not to think about her in a room full of teenagers.

But it was after school hours now and he let his gaze wander over her. She had pulled her hair back into a low ponytail sometime during the day and he could see the makeup she had used to cover up the rash on her neck, more so because he knew it was there, and her T-shirt and baggy jeans didn't let him see any extra skin, just the swell of her breasts behind the loose drape of her shirt. He knew he shouldn't say anything to her with other students in the room, but the last seven hours had been torture.

He squatted down next to her, resting one forearm on the desk behind her and the other one on hers, not touching her at all but close enough to breathe in the lingering floral scent that clung to her skin as she stared at her book, ignoring him, which only irritated him even more, even though he had told her everything was going back to the way it had been, like nothing had ever happened, but they would never be just teacher and student again. He carefully thought about his words as his gaze focused on the curve of her breasts under the loose drape of her shirt, but then his fate had been sealed yesterday so it didn't really matter what he said to her anymore.

He slowly curled his fingers into fists against the surface of the desks as he raised his eyes to the side of her face that was still staring at the open pages in her book, which was pissing him off even more. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke so it wouldn't carry across the room, but his tone was still harsh. "Listen here, you little brat. I've warned you how many times now? I ought to take you over my knee and spank your ass for that stunt you pulled this morning. Do that again during school hours when I'm trying my damnedest to not think about you and I will fuck you. And your first time, Madison, will be rougher than you want it to be."

Madison had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling as she listened to his verbal scolding, knowing she deserved it, but also knew that he couldn't do a damn thing to her, not while there were other students around as witnesses. They shouldn't have even done anything the first time, but they had, and now her actions were just pure torture to his body and mind. She had put him in a world of hurt after first period and she knew he didn't have another class until third period, so he had over an hour to do whatever he needed to do to regain control over the condition she had left him in this morning. And being the type of man that he was, she figured his just suffered through it, and now here she was, back in his classroom again, with other students occupying the room so he couldn't do anything other than just talk to her and stare at her and grow more and more frustrated by the second. And admit that there was going to be a second encounter between the two of them.

She bit her bottom lip and slowly lowered the book down to the desk and turned in her seat, resting her arm on the back of her chair as she finally faced him. His face was just inches from hers and his eyes were dark much like they had been yesterday, and his face was tense, his jaw set hard. He had another button undone on his shirt, giving her a view of the hollow at the base of his throat. Her gaze locked with his as she slowly let her bottom lip slid out from the graze of her teeth, slowly drawing the tip of her fingernail up the inside of his thigh, watching as his eyes narrowed, hearing his breathing start to escalate. Her words were not so wisely chosen, but then what could he do? "Yes, sir," she whispered as she slowly smiled.

Did she just-- "Fuck," Jacob grated out through gritted teeth as he quickly straightened, his cock starting to throb in his trousers from the touch of her finger. He turned on his heel and walked up to his desk, dropping down into his chair and looking over at the other three students in the room that were engrossed in their work before snapping his head back around and glaring at her across the expanse of the empty desks. Even though he swore to himself, swore to her that nothing more was ever going to happen between them after yesterday, it sure as hell was now.

He grabbed a folder full of papers that needed grading and a pen from the holder, clicking it, staring at her as she went back to her assignments, ignoring him once again, which was for the best because once five o'clock rolled around and the other students in the room left, it was just him and her and a locked door. But when the clock on the wall clicked to five, it was just him in the room. She had left with the other three students, and he threw his pen down on the desk and snapped his laptop closed with a little more force than necessary, staring at the folder of papers on her empty desk. Served him right. "Fuck," he swore, shoving his hands through his hair as he stared up at the ceiling. He never should've kissed her in the first place.

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Wednesday wasn't much better than the day before.

Jacob sat at his desk with his crossed ankles propped up on the corner, reading over yesterday's tests papers from his sophomore class, trying his best not to stare at a particular senior as his first class of the day worked on their essay questions. She had walked by him and into the classroom like nothing had ever happened, which was exactly how he wanted it, but no matter how hard he tried to get her out of his head, it wasn't working. He wanted to touch her, lick her skin, bite her neck again, wanted to know what bright color her lacy thong was under her clothes. But he couldn't do any of that, he had to sit in his chair and act like nothing sexual and forbidden had ever transpired between them. No one knew, no one in the school was looking at him any differently and he still had a job, a job he would gladly give up for one more taste... When the bell rang, twenty-four teenagers made a beeline for the door but one was taking a little bit longer putting their books in their backpack. He dropped his feet to the floor, standing up, watching as she slowly slipped the strap of her bag onto her shoulder. "Madison," he grated out as she walked towards the door.

Madison kept her back to him as she hefted the strap of her backpack up on her shoulder, walking to the door, stopping when he said her name. She hated getting up in the morning and coming to school knowing she was going to have to see him first thing during the day and well after the last bell rang before she could go home. How could she go back to acting like nothing had ever happened between them when she just wanted to hear him call her babydoll, feel his hands on her body again, feel the scratch of his stubble, feel his tongue licking her in places it shouldn't, feel his cock... But it was never going to happen again even if he had hinted that there was a possibility. She hadn't told anyone, she couldn't, not even her best friend, she couldn't even tell her teacher how much she wanted to touch him again. She heard his footsteps as he walked towards her, and she drew in a deep breath and let it back out. "Mr. Bradford. Jacob," she said softly, walking from the classroom before he had a chance to get too close to her.

When the last bell rang for the day, she heavily weighed the possibility of going back to his classroom to try to finish her assignments. She would gladly take the grade he had given her just so she didn't have to face him any more than she already had to, but she wasn't going to give up now this close to graduation and she walked into the room behind the three other students that had been there yesterday and took her usual seat, slipping off her hoodie and tossing it on the desk behind her. She pushed the book aside and opened the folder, taking out her next missing assignment and picked up the copy of the required book, flipping to the page she needed. She heard his footsteps, felt the subtle brush of his fingers against her bare arm, not even looking up at him as he walked past her to sit down behind his desk, ignoring him entirely. And when it started getting closer to five o'clock, she made sure his attention was focused on his laptop and the papers beside it before she gathered up her stuff and left the classroom. No staying later, no waiting for him to walk her out to her truck. She just left. Again. Because if she had stayed, she would have begged him to risk everything for just... One. More. Touch.

And by Thursday, never again was no longer an option.

"Miss Ledbetter, can you stay after class, please," Jacob said right after the bell rang, dismissing everyone from his classroom. He looked across the expanse of the room at her as she sank back against the wall, clutching her books to her chest, as all her classmates hurried from the room to get to their next class, some eying her curiously, wondering why she was getting held back, hurrying on their way so they wouldn't be the next to get into trouble. He straightened the stack of papers on his desk before putting them in a folder and setting them aside, letting her stew by the door as he waited for the last student to exit the room before he slowly walked down the row of desks to where she was standing.

His gaze wandered over her as he got closer. She was dressed in her regular attire, baggy jeans and an oversized hoodie zipped partway up, but her black scoop neck shirt underneath was snug fitting and exposed her clavicles and just a hint of cleavage that he had been catching glimpses of while she sat at her desk as he lectured at the front of the room, but now had a better view of her exposed skin and his gaze wasn't missing a single inch. He walked over to the door and kicked the doorstop up, pushing it shut. "Quit ignoring me, Madison," he grated out as the door latch clicked.

Madison rested her shoulders against the wall, tightening her grip around her binder and her book she had clutched to her chest. He was furious with her and she knew it had everything to do with her acting 'normal', if one could call thinking about their teacher every waking hour of the day normal. She looked over at Jacob's backside as he pushed the door shut, blocking the view of the passing students as they walked by the classroom to get to their next class. His navy-blue dress shirt was draped over his broad shoulders and tucked into trousers of the same color, a black leather belt encircling his narrow waist and her gaze dropped lower to his hard ass under the drape of his trousers.

She bit down on her bottom lip as she slowly drew her gaze back up to his face as he stepped over in front of her, tipping her head back and looking up at him as he braced his hand on the wall above her head, keeping himself an arm's length away from her. The look she saw in his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses was nothing other than tense desire. She wanted to reach up and grab hold of his navy-on-navy pin dot tie to pull his head down and kiss him, or better yet, curl her hand around his belt again and haul him closer, but she didn't do anything other than just stare up at him. "I'm not ignoring you. I'm in class, aren't I? I'm still in the study group," she whispered.

Jabob looked down at her, his gaze lingering on what little bit of exposed skin she had showing before raising his eyes to hers, those baby blues staring up at him with so many mixed emotions. He didn't touch her, he didn't have to, his hot gaze held her there. He breathed in the floral scent of her body wash that clung to her skin, his breath fanning the tendrils of hair around her face that were too short to be secured by her low ponytail that was draped over her shoulder, feeling her own heavy breathing as it fanned his skin. Good. His closeness was having an undeniable effect on her. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. You and I both knew that what happened on Monday was never going to be just a one-time encounter between us. I told myself that I was only going to touch you once, no matter what we did, it would only be one time, I would get you out of my head and move on, only I can't move on, you're all I can think about, and I know you think about me, too." He lowered his gaze to her mouth, to her parted lips that she unconsciously wet with the tip of her tongue. "I want to kiss these lips again; I want to hear every sound you make as it escapes them. I want you squirming on my desk again while I eat your--" The peal of the warning bell drowned out the last word that escaped his own lips.

She stared up at him, her heart slamming in her chest as the bell rang for class to start. She should have just ignored him, went to her next class, stopped going to the study group altogether, because the longer she stood in his classroom and the deeper she looked into those swirls of blue, green and gold, the harder it was for her to leave. Harder for her to deny the feelings she had for him even if they were so very wrong. He was standing too close to her, hindering her ability to think as she breathed in the scent of his cologne, felt the heat from his body, felt his breath on her skin. All his wants were her needs, and she couldn't bring herself to say them. All she could do was stand there and listen to him and lie through her teeth. "I don't think about you at all. I want to--" I want to feel what you did to me again. I want you to fuck me, which is even worse, she thought to herself. I want to be your forever. "I just want to get my work done so I can graduate. So, I can leave this school and never see you again. May I go? I have to get to my next class."

Ouch, Jacob thought, but he knew she was just throwing up defenses against her own feelings. "Not yet, babydoll." He shifted his weight, resting his forearm against the wall, inching closer but still not touching her. His voice was low even though they were the only two in the room. "I can still taste your pussy, your musky juices as they coated my tongue when you came against my mouth." He heard her breathing change as she drew in much deeper breaths, watching as her pupils started to dilate. He lowered his head so his mouth was close to her ear, his breath fanning her skin, watching as a sudden flush reddened her skin. "I can still feel your hot mouth around my cock, see the look of panic in your eyes when I filled your mouth with my cum. And, oh God, your sweet moan as you swallowed me. I don't want to fuck you. I want to take my time and make slow, sweet love to you. I want to taste you, suck on your clit until you're squirming under me, begging me to unfurl your tight, wet pussy with my thick cock, to make you mine and only mine, because that is what you will be, babydoll, when I finally get inside you. Mine." He darted the tip of his tongue over her tragus before he pushed away from the wall, away from her, looking down at her flushed face and her closed eyes, her parted lips as she drew in deep, ragged breaths, at the tops of her breasts over the scoop neck of her T-shirt. "Don't ignore me, Madison, or I will drop the C I gave you and you'll fail my class. You may go."

There it was, the babydoll, and her eyes fluttered closed as he spoke, as he held her there with just his erotic words. He didn't touch her, he didn't need to, she could feel his words as they slid over her body and she drew in several shaky breaths, trying to keep from dropping her books, from leaning closer to him, trying to ignore him but knowing she never could, not after everything that had happened, after his promise that was her only wish. She licked her bottom lip, trying not to sway closer to him as his voice, oh God, his smooth, soft voice... She tightened her grip on her binder and book as her breathing grew even heavier, feeling a sudden rush of wet heat that had her instantly soaking wet between her legs, running out and drenching the material of her thong, just from the thoughts those words sparked inside her head, her body tingling to feel the touch of his hands again, the touch of his mouth, his tongue... And then to tell her she only got half the grade after what he did to her, what she did to him! Her eyes shot open and she glared up at him. "Asshole," she whispered.

He tsked his tongue at her as he reached up and took hold of her chin with his fingers, tipping her head back and gazing down into her eyes that were burning a mixture of hatred and desire. A cocky grin slowly came to his face. "Watch your mouth, babydoll, I decide your grade. You can be mad at me all you want, deny those feelings I know you have for me, but I bet if I slid my fingers in between your legs right now, you'd be drenched." He let go of her chin and took a step back from her, reaching into the pocket of his trousers and pulling out a small pad of paper and a pen, writing across the top piece, and ripped it off, tucking them back into his pocket. She still had her arms wrapped around her books, holding them tight to her chest so he reached behind her and slipped the excused tardy into the back pocket of her jeans, giving the curve of her ass a hard squeeze. "Now get this ass to class and be back here at three-fifteen to finish your assignments. And no more leaving early. Or else."

Madison swallowed hard, her gaze focused on his chest as he stepped completely away from her and walked over to the door, opening it. She had a feeling what the 'or else' implied. There was only two ways she was getting an A in his class, either finish her assignments in the short amount of time that she had left or take his cock. And since giving him a blowjob had only gotten her half of the grade she needed and his words had aroused her beyond all control... "Yes, Mr. Bradford," she whispered as she pushed away from the wall and walked the short distance on trembling legs, not even looking up at him as she walked out the door. Because if she did, she would be skipping her trig class entirely and locking his door to work on getting that A. She hurried up the breezeway and over to the next building, looking back at him as he stood beside his open door, watching her, before she darted through the open double doors to her next class.

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Jacob left the door open as he walked into his classroom a few minutes after the final bell rang for the day, looking over at the same three sophomores on the far side of the room that were present yesterday, already working on their homework. He sat down behind his desk and opened his laptop, starting on his own work when he heard the heavy, muffled thud of a backpack being dropped onto the floor and he looked up, watching as Madison unzipped her hoodie and slipped it off, tossing it on the desk behind her, finally revealing the rest of that snug-fitting scoop neck T-shirt that had been tormenting him all day.

And just like he thought, it would have violated the school dress code, the bottom hem ending several inches above the low-slung waistband of her baggy jeans and showing off her toned, taut abdomen, the sunlight coming in through the windows catching the silver and crystal charm dangling in her navel, the hem of her shirt inching higher as she reached behind her head to twist her hair into a sloppy knot, securing it with an elastic band. He felt his cock stir in his trousers and he swore under his breath when her gaze locked with his, a slight smile coming to her face as she smoothed her shirt back down as she slid onto the chair at her desk, the pen in his hand clattering to his own desk.

Madison was fully aware of her choice of attire this morning. She had every intention of teasing him, tormenting him until he touched her again, but after what he had said to her this morning, left her with wet panties, he deserved worse than that, but she wasn't that mean, so she just went on teasing him despite the other three students in the room, which wasn't nice at all. What she was doing was harmless if the other three saw her, just a girl fixing her hair, but to the man sitting behind the desk at the front of the classroom watching her intently as her T-shirt inched higher and higher, it was pure torture because he couldn't do anything, couldn't tell the others to leave without raising any kind of suspicion.

She looked over at him and started to smile but bit the inside of her mouth instead as she tugged the hem of her snug-fitting shirt back down, knowing that the motion pulled the material just a little bit tighter over her breasts, hearing his pen hit the desk when he lost his grip on it. Oh, yeah, it was working. She sat down and dug a pen out of her backpack and opened her folder, starting on her next assignment. She was halfway through writing her second answer when her pen ran out of ink.

She got up from her seat and walked up to Jacob's desk, standing there, looking at him as his gaze shifted between the neat stack of papers in the open folder to the screen of his laptop as he typed the grades into the system, his perfect teeth clamped down around his red pen that he had stuck horizontally between them. His hair was mussed from having ran his fingers through it, that stubborn lock of wavy hair falling over his brow, and he had unknotted his tie and it hung around his neck, the top two buttons undone on his shirt giving her a clear view of that tiny mole right there in the notch at the base of his throat.

She braced her hands on the edge of his desk, the same spot she had been hanging onto for dear life just three days ago, and leaned her weight on her hands, knowing very well the subtle motion pushed her breasts tighter together and forward, giving him a clear view of them and what exposed skin she had on display. She wished she had gone without a bra this morning, or even just stopped in the bathroom on the way to his classroom to take it off, but since he wasn't even looking at her now... "Can I borrow a pen? Mine just ran out of ink."

Jacob didn't look up from the screen of his laptop, he simply just reached down and pulled open the narrow drawer under the top of the desk in front of him, taking out a blue pen and holding it across the desk for her, never making eye contact, never looking at her chest or her exposed abdomen, quickly thwarting her teasing. "I know what you're doing, so knock that shit off," he mouthed, "and sit your ass back down." He heard her scoff as she plucked the pen from his hand and only after she turned around to walk away, did he raise his gaze from his laptop, his eyes focusing on the bare skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans, sucking in a long breath through gritted teeth as his gaze dropped even lower to the curve of her ass.

He wanted to touch her, caress the softness of her skin, squeeze the firm curve of her ass again with no barriers between his hand and her body, lick every inch of her. He felt his cock throb and start to strain against the confines of his snug-fitting boxer trunks, and he turned his attention back to his laptop just as she turned around to sit back down, his gaze focusing on the screen with the list of his first period students' grades, the cursor hovering just above Madison's name, debating on whether to change it now or later.

Two hours later, he snapped the lid of his laptop shut and moved it to the other side of his desk and closed the folder, tossing it down on top of the computer, leaning back in his chair as he propped his feet up on the corner of his desk and pushed his glasses up to rub his tired eyes. At least with the end of the school year approaching, he didn't have but one more test to give all his student before the final, which only meant that much more grading and then he was done until late August, the one perk of being a teacher, he always got the summers off. He let out a long breath, listening as the scraping of chair legs echoed through the room, and he opened one eye, watching as the three sophomores quietly left the room followed by Madison a few seconds later.

He started to say something, started to put his feet down but when he saw her kick up the stop on the door with the toe of her shoe, pushing the heavy metal door shut, he laced his fingers together over his abdomen and closed his eyes, going right back to ignoring her. The deafening sound of the latch and the turn of the deadbolt echoed through the room, but it wasn't nearly as loud as the blood roaring in his ears. He finally dropped his feet to the floor and turned his chair, leaning back in it, watching her with an intense stare as she leaned her shoulders against the door, her gaze locking with his across the expanse of the empty classroom, wondering just what she was going to do.

Madison watched as the three other underclassmen left the room, leaving her alone with Jacob, and she looked up at him as he sat leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on the corner of his desk as he rubbed his eyes. She waited until they were far enough away from the door before she got up and closed it, turning the deadbolt, locking herself in the room alone with him. She leaned back against the door, watching her teacher as he lowered his feet to the floor and turned his chair until he was facing her, their gazes locking, his more intense than hers. He had tormented her with his words this morning, declared things to her that she hoped were true and not just pretenses to get her to want him even more so he can have his way with her and move on.

And oh, how she wanted him. But he was Mr. Hottie... She pushed away from the door and slowly walked up the row of desks, unconsciously dragging the tip of her fingers along the surface of each one as she got closer and closer to his, stopping there and bracing her hands on the edge of his desk, looking at him across the expanse, watching as his eyes started to darken. And Mr. Hottie was a hard-ass that wasn't easily persuaded by anyone. But her.

She looked down at the edge of the desk, right where her naked butt had been only three days ago and slowly brought her gaze back up to his. "That wasn't very nice of you this morning to send me to my next class with wet panties. I had to sit in trig with it soaking into my jeans. I think they finally dried by lunch," she said, her voice low even though they were alone. She watched and his gaze slowly lowered to her chest, lingering there before sliding down to the span of bare skin between her shirt and jeans, as his top teeth slowly scraped over his bottom lip. "My eyes are up here, Jacob," she said, and when he slowly dragged his fervid gaze back up to her face, she continued. "I lied to you this morning. I do think about you all day long and at night while I'm lying in my bed."

She slowly walked around the edge of his desk until she was on the other side, stepping over his foot and leaning her hips against the wood, her knees between his wide-splayed ones. She reached up with both hands and pinched the hinges of his glasses between her thumbs and forefingers, lifting them from his face and setting them next to his laptop before she braced her hands on the arms of his chair, leaning into him, breathing in the scent of his cologne. Her gaze slowly slid upwards from the bulge that was starting to form behind the fly of his trousers, his laced fingers as he tried to keep from touching her, up his chest as it heaved with every deep inhale and exhale, his breath fanning her skin, till it reached his tense, stubble covered jaw and dark, hazel eyes. "And then I touch myself. I get so wet that it drips onto my bed. Do you know how hard it is to keep from screaming when your mom is just two rooms away from you? Do you--"

"Fuck," Jacob growled through gritted teeth as his cock went from semi-hard to rock hard from her confession alone, painfully throbbing in his trousers as it filled with a sudden rush of blood. He stared into her eyes that were just inches away from his, feeling her breath as it fanned his skin, breathing in the scent of her bodywash that clung to her skin, see the flecks of gold that rimmed her pupils. She was tormenting him after what he did to her this morning and he knew he deserved it, and now that school was no longer in session, he could bring a quick and immediate halt to her nerve-wracking and incessant behavior. "Don't start something, Maddie, unless you intend for me to finish it."

"I know," Madison whispered as she reflexively licked her lips then darted the tip of her tongue over his bottom lip, watching as his pupils dilated, feeling rather than hearing his low rumbling groan. She knew she was playing with fire; she had been since the first of the week, and it wasn't just her that was going to get burned, he was going to be the one to go down in flames if one of them didn't stop this madness before it was too late, and neither one of them were about to do just that even if graduation was only three weeks away. But that was too long to wait and they both knew it. "That's why I locked the door."

"Babydoll," Jacob managed as he drew in a deep, ragged breath, trying to regain control over his racing heart, to calm his desires for her that were spiraling out of control, but it was futile. He could feel every sweet breath that escaped her, caressed his skin. He knew he should shove her away, order her out of his classroom before it escalated even further but he reached up and shoved his hand into her hair instead, loosening the sloppy knot on the back of her head, pulling her even closer until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers, his hot breath fanning her lips as he spoke. "I've warned you about teasing a man. You're making it very hard for me right now to take you as easy as I can."

She reached up and ran the tip of one finger along the open collar and placket of his shirt, first along one side and then the other, her hot pink nail lightly scratching his skin as she popped another button open on his shirt, sliding her hot palm inside, her fingers brushing over his scar as she caressed his chest and shoulder, hearing another low groan escape him. She ran her hand down his torso, her nails raking his skin through his shirt, over his belt buckle to the bulge of his cock straining behind the material of his trousers and boxer trunks, caressing his throbbing cock with her hand before wrapping her fingers around him the best she could, feeling rather than hearing his sharp inhale. "Feels like I'm making something else hard too. Just fuck me, Jacob," she whispered against his lips.

"That, babydoll, is the last think you should say to a man when you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he growled right before his kissed her. Hard. Three days of unsatiated need went into the kiss as he fisted his fingers into her hair, forcing her mouth open wider to the invasion of his hot tongue, swallowing her moan as he brought his other hand up and palmed the curve of her ass in her baggy jeans before digging his fingers into the fleshiest part and squeezing hard, pulling her closer. He groaned as her tongue slid hotly along his, and he kissed her harder, deeper, his tongue assaulting her senses, ravaging her mouth, stealing her ability to breathe, to think, his own reasoning escaping him the moment she said, 'fuck me'. He tore his mouth from hers, his breath hot, his lips even hotter as he kissed a trail across her jaw to her neck, his stubble scratching her skin as his tongue darted across her neck, his teeth nipping, leaving a reddening path back to her mouth as she knelt on the chair and arched closer to him, pressing her breasts to his chest. "Maddie," he rasped, kissing her again, just as hard, if not harder, his tongue suppressing her moan as his chair rolled backwards.

Madison gave his cock one last firm caress and slid her hand up his chest and around his neck, her nails raking the back of his head to curl into the longer, silky waves on top of his head, moaning as his tongue roughly invaded her mouth, kissing him back with just as much fiery passion, clenching his hair tighter as his fingers dug into her butt again, squeezing hard. She gasped, trying to catch her breath as his mouth attacked the side of her neck, his tongue hot, his teeth pinching her skin, his stubble scratching and leaving another red trail along her neck, no longer caring if anyone saw it. "Jacob," she moaned as she set her knee on the seat of his chair between his splayed thighs. She arched against him, plumping her breasts against the hard wall of his chest, the motion of her body and her added weight rolling his chair backwards until it hit the bookcase hard behind him, curling her fingers into his hair as she moaned, kissing him back just as hard, oblivious to the potted plant on the very top until it crashed to the floor.

Jacob tore his mouth away from hers, looking at the mess on the floor and then back to her, at her parted lips swollen from his kiss, at the red mark on her neck from his stubble, at her breasts as they heaved on her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. "Fuck it," he hissed, quieting her giggle with his mouth as he kissed her, softer this time but just as deep, wrapping his arm around the back of her thighs as he rolled his chair forward until her butt contacted the edge of his desk and her feet were planted on the floor again. He curled his hand around the back of her neck, lifted his mouth from hers, slowly releasing her bottom lip from the graze of his teeth before pressing another hot, wet kiss to the side of her neck, his teeth scraping her skin, groaning as she arched closer to him and curled her fingers into his hair.

He pressed a kiss to her exposed clavicle, darting his tongue over the protruding skin as he kissed a path across her chest to the other side of her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin, his hot tongue bathing the marks as his other hand caressed her back, pulling her closer in between his splayed thighs. He darted the tip of his tongue over the delicate skin just below her ear. "Why do you torment me so much?" he growled in her ear, sliding his hands down her back to slip his fingers under the hem of her snug-fitting shirt, touching her bare skin.

Madison moaned, arching against him as his lips and tongue found every inch of her exposed skin, found the side of her neck again, kissing her, scratching her skin with his stubble. She bit her bottom lip, moaning as his hot breath fanned her ear as his growl sent a shiver down her spine. "Because I can," she whispered, arching closer to him as his hands caressed her lower back, his fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt, the tips of his fingers dipping into the hollow along her spine, moving back and forth as he caressed her.

She slid her fingers into his hair, moaning as he pressed a kiss to the tops of her breasts through the material of her shirt, watching as he slowly lowered his head, placing a string of kisses down her body till he reached the span of bare skin between her shirt and jeans, fisting her fingers into his silky waves, gasping when she felt the slow slide of his tongue along her abdomen. "Jacob," she moaned, as he placed hot, wet kisses on her exposed skin, his tongue flicking over the pink crystal heart charm dangling in her navel, only to press a hard, sucking kiss to the soft flesh between her bellybutton and the low waistband of her baggy jeans. "I can't feel my knees when you do that," she panted.

"Good," he rasped against her skin, wet from his mouth, as he slid his hands around to her waist, and up, up her petite body, caressing her as he slowly stripped off her shirt, her moans filling his ears. He licked and pressed kisses to every inch of her skin as it was exposed to his mouth, raising his head when his lips finally reached the band of her bra. "You have on too many clothes," he said, tugging her shirt up over her breasts, sliding it up her arms as she raised them above her head and tossed it aside, groaning at the sight of her breasts in the bright blue satin and lace demi bra, the soft, yet firm globes swelling over the half-cups. He pressed a kiss to each swell right above the lace edge. "Pretty, but it has to go," he murmured as he reached around her back, unhooking her bra with a quick flick of his fingers, easing the satin straps down her arms.

A low groan rumbled out of him as her perfect breasts swayed slightly as he freed them to his greedy gaze, dropping her bra on the floor before splaying his large hands against her back and pulling her closer. "Fuck, I love your breasts." He bent his head and placed a soft kiss to the bottom swell of one firm globe, slowly drawing his tongue up the curve to flick over her nipple as it hardened against his tongue before drawing it strongly into his mouth, cupping her other breast in his hand, dragging his thumb back and forth over her nipple until it drew up into a hard, stiff peak, hearing her strangled moan as she arched even closer to him.

Madison's breathing went from slow and shallow to deep and ragged as he placed fervid kisses all along her exposed flesh as he slowly stripped her of her shirt, his lips hot, his tongue even hotter, moaning as his hands caressed the length of her back. Her knees grew even weaker when she heard his groan, saw the look in his eyes as he eased her bra off, moaning as he pulled her closer, sliding her fingers into his hair as he pressed a soft kiss to her breast, licking her before sucking strongly on her nipple as it tightened to a hard peak in his hot, wet mouth. "Jacob," she moaned, clutching his hair, arching hard against his mouth and hand as she grew increasingly wet between her legs. "Oh, God, that feels so good."

She caught her lip between her teeth, moaning even louder, watching as her nipple slowly popped free from the graze of his teeth before his mouth took possession of her other breast, swirling his tongue around her hard nipple before sucking noisily upon it, his hand caressing her other breast, thrumming her wet nipple with his thumb. "Jacob," she rasped as she curled her fingers around the edge of his desk, fisting her other hand tighter in his hair, tugging his head up until her nipple was freed from the hold of his teeth. She drew in a deep breath, expelling it on a moan as he darted the tip of his tongue over her well-sucked nipple before pressing a kiss to the top of her breast.

He kissed a path up her chest to her neck and along her jaw, siding his fingers into her hair as he kissed her, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, swallowing her moan as he slowly drew his thumb up and down the curve of her breast. He broke the kiss, letting her bottom lip slide from the graze of his teeth as he lifted his head, dragging in a deep breath. "Shoes. Off," he grated out as his hands glided down her body and around her waist to the fastening of her jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging down the zipper as she leaned against the desk, toeing off one sneaker and then the other. He slipped his hands into the back of her jeans, over the curve of her bare ass, groaning at the sight of her matching thong as he ran his hands down the backs of her thighs, taking her jeans with them, pushing the offending material down her legs so she could step out of them.

"Come 'ere, babydoll," he rasped, sliding his hands back up her thighs and hips, easily encircling her waist with his hands as he lifted her up so she could glide first one leg and then the other over the arms of his chair, straddling his lap as he sat her down on his thighs. He reached up and gently tugged the elastic from her messy hair, letting her blonde locks spill down around her shoulders, sliding his fingers into her soft tresses, pressing a hot kiss to the side of her neck, his stubble rasping her skin. His breath was hot against her skin, his words even hotter. "I've never wanted to fuck somebody so bad in my entire life as much as I want to fuck you, right here, right now."

Madison gripped the back of his chair with one hand and his shoulder with the other, balancing herself as he lifted her, pulling her closer as she straddled his lap, her legs dangling over the sides of the chair, her toes inches from the floor, as she sat down on his thighs. She slid her fingers into his hair, moaning as his mouth found the side of her neck again, his stubble scratching, his tongue bathing the irritation. His confession sparked something inside her and she moaned, arching hard against him, plumping her breasts against his chest, her hard nipples rasping against the soft cotton of his shirt as a stronger rush of wet heat flooded between her widespread thighs, soaking into the crotch of her thong and bringing with it a slow ache that she was starting to grow accustomed to.

"Is it so wrong to want someone so bad?" she moaned as she rested the balls of her bare feet on the tops of the chair legs, clenching his hair tighter as his teeth nipped along her shoulder quickly followed by the soothing slide of his tongue. She rocked her scarcely covered pussy against his hard, throbbing cock straining behind the fly of his trousers, moaning as it did nothing to ease the ache, only intensify it even more until it was unbearable. "You're so hard. I want to feel you inside me."

He hooked the top of his foot behind the leg of his desk to keep from rolling backwards again, a low groan rumbling up out of his chest as she rocked herself against him, trying to ease the ache he knew was there as she experienced so many new sensations. And he was going to give her even more. "Shh, babydoll, I want to make this so good for you. You'll get my cock when you're wet and ready," he whispered, cradling the back of her head in his hand as he trailed his lips up her neck and along her jaw. He kissed her softly, slowly deepening the kiss as he caressed her slender back, gliding his hand down her smooth, hot skin to cup the curve of one ass cheek, his fingers digging in, pulling her even closer, groaning as she started to grind herself against him. He lifted his mouth from hers, struggling to catch his breath as his cock throbbed under the weight of the slow, steady roll of her hips.

"God, that feels good. Don't worry, I'll get you there," he whispered against her wet, kiss swollen lips as he kept a firm hold on her ass, sliding his other hand between her legs, running the tips of his fingers along the narrow strip of wet satin that barely covered the swollen lips of her labia. "Fuck, Maddie, you're already wet," he rasped, tugging aside the soaked material of her thong, slowly sliding his fingers all along her slick flesh. He pressed his mouth to her ear, holding her ass in one hand as he pulled back on her hood, exposing her slick, sensitive clitoris with his other one, his fingers slipping along her labia as her hips jerked and she started to moan even louder. "So fuckin' wet, but I want you dripping before I take this tight pussy and make it mine."

Madison bit her bottom lip, moaning at the feel of his fingers as he caressed her through the wet crotch of her panties, nodding her head as he tugged her thong from the wet hold of her pussy, slipping it aside. She dug her fingers into his shoulder, her nails biting into his skin through the material of his shirt when she felt the first slide of his fingers along her wet, aching flesh, heard his erotic words in her ear. She was so saturated that she could hear his fingers as they slowly stroked all along her slick labia, parting her even wider, moaning as he slightly increased the pressure of his fingers, gliding higher, her hips jerking hard as the tip of his finger brushed over her clitoris.

"Jacob," she moaned, wrapping her other arm tighter around his shoulders, pressing her cheek against his temple as she braced the balls of her feet harder against the legs of his chair, lifting her hips as his stroking fingers caressed her, exposing more of her clitoris, slipping over her wet, swollen nub of flesh with each slow, agonizing stroke, as she grew even wetter, hearing his groan of approval as she rocked her hips, grinding her pussy on his hand. She struggled to breathe as his knowledgeable fingers pushed her closer and closer...

Jacob tightened the grip of his left hand on her ass, holding her rolling hips against the ministrations of his right, rubbing her slick, swollen clitoris till she stared to ride his fingers faster, harder. She was so wet and so hot that every stroke of his fingers pushed her closer and closer to the edge, had her nails digging into his shoulder through his shirt. He pressed his cheek to hers, his breath hot, his words even more torrid as he urged her along, giving her the first of many orgasms. "Cum, babydoll, cum on my fingers. Come on, give me that sweet release," he growled hotly in her ear, feeling more and more of her creaminess coat his slick fingers and trickle down onto his palm as her hips rolled.

Madison panted, trying to catch her breath as the tingling sensation that started to spiral up through her body slowly grew hotter and hotter, tightening inside of her, threatening to send her falling from his strong hold, from the sweet, blissful torture of his skillful fingers. "I'm gonna cum," she sobbed, digging her nails in deep into his shoulder, pressing her feet down even harder as she lifted her hips higher, trying to ease the pressure of his fingers to no avail as they rubbed her sensitive clit faster, his hot words against her ear urging her to come.

Jacob own breathing was heavy every breath fanning her hair. He knew she was almost there. Her breathing started to escalate, her moans growing even louder as her body started to quiver and he dug his fingers into her ass, stilling the motion of her hips as he rubbed her slick, swollen clitoris faster pushing her over the edge as she buried her face in his neck and screamed as her orgasm overpowered her, her hips bucking hard against his hand. "That's it, babydoll, that's it. Keep cumming," he urged, feeling her juices coat his hand as her bucks turned to a slow roll before finally coming to a halt.

She buried her face in the curve of his strong neck and shoulder, muffling her scream as her entire body shook hard, her legs quivering as her feet slipped off the chair legs, her thighs hitting his as her juices soaked his fingers and dripped down onto his chair. "Jacob," she moaned feebly, as she sank against him as the last wave of her orgasm rolled through her body, her breathing labored as his slick fingers caressed all along the length of her dripping flesh, her hips jerking hard when the tip of his finger brushed over her sensitive clitoris. She knew he wasn't going to give her any time to rest, and she knew he would never stop at one orgasm, and everyone was going to be more powerful than the last.

"Sit up, babydoll" he urged as he caressed the length of her sweaty back, sliding his fingers into her hair as he slowly eased his fingers out from between her legs and brought them, glistening with her juices, up between them, watching as her hooded gaze shifted from his face to his fingers, groaning as she widened her parted lips just a little bit more. "Taste yourself," he grated out, his gaze holding hers as he slid his fingers into her mouth.

Madison drew his fingers deeper into her mouth, her tongue sliding all along their length, sucking her tangy, musky juices from them, as she held his hot gaze with her own. She moaned as her own distinct flavor exploded on her tongue, causing another rush of wet heat to saturate her core, as if straddling his lap wasn't arousing enough. She sucked harder when he started to pull his fingers out of her mouth, making sure she got every last trace of herself off of his hand.

He hissed through gritted teeth as she sucked them clean, slowly tugging them from the hold of her pursed lips to cup the side of her face and raise his head the scant inch it took to close his mouth over hers, kissing her, sliding his tongue along hers, tasting what juices lingered in her mouth. He lifted his mouth from hers, flicking the tip of his tongue up her top lip, slowly caressing her back with his hands as he rolled his chair closer to the desk. "One taste of you is never enough. On the desk," he rasped, wrapping his hands around her waist and lifting her up, setting her on the cool, smooth surface.

Madison untangled her still quivering legs from the arms of his chair as he lifted her up, setting her on the desk, and stared up at him as she drew in several shallow breaths, the last wave of her orgasm rolling through her petite body. She drew the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip, watching him as he stood up, pushing his chair across the room with his foot as he tugged the tails of his shirt from the waistband of his trousers, unbuttoning it as quickly as he could, her gaze taking in every inch of smooth skin, before he ripped it off and tossed it aside. She spent too many days wanting to see him naked again, wanting to feel his skin under her hands and now...

She reached out and flattened her hand to the rippled muscles of his abdomen, siding her hand higher, caressing his smooth skin, feeling his muscles flex under her touch, her nails raking his skin as she drew her hand back down to curl her fingers around his belt, dipping her fingers into the waistband of his trousers, yanking him closer between her widespread legs as he caught his weight on one hand. Now he was halfway there. "Jacob," she whispered against his lips, arching against him, plumping her bare breasts against his bare skin. "Take me. Make me yours. Only yours."

Jacob sucked in his breath at the feel of her soft hands on his chest, his abdomen, expelling it with a hiss when she curled her fingers around his belt and yanked him closer. A low groan rumbled up out of him at the sound of her plea and he flattened one palm to his desk, leaning into her as she arched against him, sliding his other hand up her shoulder and into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he lowered his, kissing her, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, deepening the kiss, kissing her harder when she moaned and fisted her fingers into his hair, wrapping her legs around his hips. He lifted his mouth from hers, letting her bottom lip slide for the graze of his teeth, pressing his lips to her cheek, to her ear. "I'll take you, babydoll, after I lick and suck on that sweet pussy. Lay back," he said, caressing the length of her thighs with his hot hands as she lowered herself down to the desk, resting her weight on her forearms.

He coasted his hands down her thighs, lifting her legs straight up as he glided his hands back down her legs and over her hips, hooking his fingers into the satin straps of her thong, peeling it away from her mound, tugging it up her legs and tossing it aside, his gaze focused on the smooth, soft skin of her vulva. A low groan escaped him. She had shaved off the rest of her tight curls. "Open those legs for me, Maddie," he grated out, even though she was already parting and lowering them from his chest to rest her heels on the edge of his desk. "And let me see how wet you are. Let me see what's mine," he rasped, as he reached for his belt. He worked the fine leather through the buckle, tackled the fastening on his trousers with a little bit more haste as he toed off his oxfords, letting his pants fall to his ankles and stepping out of them, leaving on his snug-fitting boxer trunks, his gaze focused on her vulva as she parted her legs for him, her hand gliding down her body.

Madison stared up at him as she leaned back on her forearms, her palms resting on the cool surface of his desk as she set her heels on the very edge after he freed her from her last remaining piece of clothing, letting her legs fall wide apart, opening herself to his greedy gaze, to him, watching as his eyes grew even darker. She shifted her weight to one arm, siding her other hand down the middle of her body and over her smooth vulva that she had shaved just yesterday in anticipation of this moment. "Yours. Only yours," she whispered, dipping the tips of her fingers in between the swollen, slick folds of her labia, feeling just how wet she had become from his fingers, more so as she watched him take off his shirt and pants, her gaze lowering to the bulge of his cock as it strained behind the tight cotton of his black boxer trunks, a dark, wet spot starting to appear on the fabric.

Oh, how she wanted to feel him in her mouth again and she slowly slid her fingers up and down, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she caressed her slippery folds. "I'm so wet. Really, really wet," she moaned, a tiny cry escaping her when the tip of her finger brushed over her swollen, hypersensitive clitoris. She lifted her slick fingers from between her legs, a strand of her own creamy nectar still connecting her pussy to her fingertips, and before she could even raise them higher to put them in her mouth like he taught her, he lowered his head and quickly caught her fingers with his mouth, sucking them clean.

"Fuck," Jacob let out with a hard breath, watching as she touched herself, as her fingers glided up and down the swollen, glistening pink flesh of her labia, as her juices started to trickle out of her, the light catching the thin strand of her arousal stretched between her pussy and her fingers. He quickly bent his head and caught the strand with his tongue, sucking her fingers into his mouth, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and pulling hers out from between his teeth and lips, before going in after the rest of her sweet juices. He knelt on the floor, clasping her waist in his hands, holding her thighs open with his forearms, as he softly kissed the inside of first one sleek thigh and then the other, breathing in the heady, intoxicating scent of her pussy. "You smell so fuckin' good."

He gave her hot, wet flesh a quick lick, moaning as her taste ignited his senses, his cock throbbing even harder, looking up the length of her body and into her eyes as she stared at him, her lips parted as she drew in several uneven breaths. "I don't think I can ever get enough of this pussy," he grated out. He flattened his tongue to her vagina and slowly licked upwards, up the length of her sopping flesh, tasting her, savoring her, before slowly circling the tip of his tongue all around her swollen, glistening clitoris. "You taste so fuckin' good. And this clit," he rasped, kissing her exposed nub of flesh, "I want to suck on it all day." He softly sucked the sensitive nub of flesh into his mouth, thrumming it with his tongue as her hips arched hard against his mouth, her nails raking his scalp as she fisted her fingers into his hair, her tiny cry filling the room.

Madison lifted herself a tad bit higher onto her forearm, raking her fingers through his hair, watching him, feeling his tongue circle all around her slick, swollen clitoris that was still sensitive from his fingers, arching her hips and crying out when he sucked her wet flesh into his mouth. "Oh, God," she panted, fisting her fingers into his hair, pulling him in harder, moaning as his tongue flicked and swirled all around as he coaxed her closer and closer to another orgasm. "Keep doin' that. I'm gonna cum." She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out, moaning, savoring the sensations he forced upon her with his tongue, arching her hips, pressing them harder against his mouth as his hands gripped her waist, feeling that white-hot need spiral higher and higher through her until... He backed off, releasing his hold only to lick all along her pussy as more of her juices dripped down onto his tongue.

And then she felt the caress of his finger as his tongue slid higher, his lips wrapping around her sensitive clitoris as he eased his finger inside her drenched vagina. "Fuck," she panted, falling back onto the desk, her sweeping arms knocking the pen holders off the edge as she curled her fingers around the smooth wood, arching her hips as his thick finger slid deeper, as his tongue and finger unrelentingly rubbed over her most sensitive spots, driving her clean out of her mind as her orgasm hit her harder than ever before. She screamed, her arms going taut as she tightened her grip on the desk, her hips bucking and rolling as his steadying hold on her ass kept her firmly anchored against his mouth as his tongue caught every last drip.

Jacob eased his finger out of the tight grip of her vagina, sucking it clean, and gave her one last tender lick as her hips writhed on his desk as the last waves of her powerful orgasm rolled through her body. He stood up and eased his boxer trunks down over his hips, over his throbbing cock, pushing them down his legs, stepping out of them as he gazed down at her, at her flushed face and parted lips, her perfect breasts as they heaved on her chest as she struggled to catch her breath, sliding lower over her quivering, concave belly and her swollen pussy, drenched and glistening from his mouth and her orgasms, her legs dangling weakly over the edge of his desk.

He tugged her closer to the edge and slowly ran his hand up the middle of her body, caressing her, gliding over one breast and up her chest to cup her cheek, bracing his weight on his forearm as he leaned over her, his hot, uneven breaths fanning her face, his thick, throbbing cock nudging her belly and smearing precum across her skin. "Maddie, babydoll, look at me," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her flushed cheek as he brushed her sweaty hair away from her face with his other hand. When she opened her eyes, looking up at him with an uneasy desire, he felt his heart slam in his chest as his breath caught in his throat, wondering if he was going to even make it through this, let alone her. "You're too small and I'm too thick for you," he whispered as he softly caressed her cheek with the side of his thumb. "This is gonna hurt so stop me if it gets unbearable."

Madison swallowed, looking up at his face inches from hers, into his hazel eyes that were burning a heated desire. The last person she ever wanted to give her virginity to was her teacher for a passing grade, the only man she wanted to give it to was the one that could make her feel things she never thought possible, the one that treated her like she deserved to be treated, and he just happened to be one in the same, the man staring down at her at this very moment. She could feel his hot, thick cock resting on her belly, feel every deep breath that he exhaled fan her sweaty skin, and she reached up, touching the side of his face as she raised her legs, resting her feet on the edge of his desk.

"Jacob," she moaned, sliding her fingers into his hair. She pulled his head down the few inches it took to press her lips to his, darting her tongue across his bottom lip and tasting herself, as she glided her other hand down his muscled back and around to wrap her hand around his throbbing cock, her thumb catching the thick strand of precum seeping out of the slit. "Please, take me. I need your cock inside me. I want­--"

Jacob cut off the last of her words with his mouth. He slid his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he kissed her softer than before, with more passion than ever before, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, groaning as she kissed him back with just as much desire, sliding her hot hand along his back as she curled her fingers tighter in his hair, arching against him. He shifted his weight, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his cock, slipping the swollen glans in between the sopping wet folds of her labia, running it up and down, caressing her as he gathered up more of her juices to ease his entry, swallowing her moan, knowing it was only going to turn to a painful cry.

He pressed the smooth, slick glans of his cock against the narrow opening of her vagina and pushed forward with steady pressure, feeling her start to open around him, tearing through some resistance as he got more and more of the glans inside her, fisting his fingers into her hair when she tore her mouth away from his, burying her face in the curve of his shoulder and neck with a high-pitched, pain-induced cry as she instinctively tried the clamp her thighs together. "Shh, easy, babydoll, easy. I know it hurts. Just relax for me. Just. Relax. I'm going slow and easy," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, his hand softly caressing all along the curve of her body and trembling thigh. "Let me get all the way inside you and I promise the pain will go away."

Madison tore her mouth away from his when she felt the unbearable pressure of his cock against her dripping flesh, tearing and stretching her open, and she shrieked, burying her face in the curve of his strong neck as tears stung her eyes, digging her nails into his back and shoulder as she tried to close her legs, but his narrow hips prevented her from succeeding. "I... I can't. You're... too big," she sobbed against his neck, feeling a sweat break out on his skin as he struggled to make this as easy for her as he could. She slowly started to relax beneath him as his soothing voice and soft, gentle touch coaxed the tension from her body, her quivering thighs slowly falling back open.

She sucked in her breath and dug her nails in deeper when she felt him start to slowly push again, her whimpers muffled by his neck, easing his thick, throbbing cock deeper, stretching her wet walls open inch by inch to accommodate his girth until he was fully inside her, filling her completely. She clung tightly to him as he held himself inside her, letting her get use to him, to the feel of a cock throbbing inside her till the pain slowly tapered off, becoming a lot easier to bear. "Jacob," she managed to say.

"I'm right here, babydoll," Jacob whispered as he brushed her sweaty hair away from her face, gazing down into her eyes filled with so many emotions, at her flushed face and the wet trail left behind by her tears as he held himself deep inside her, feeling her hot, wet walls hugging him tight. "You're doing good. You're just so tight. And wet. So fuckin' wet," he whispered, as he gave her time to adjust to the new feeling, time for the pain to ease, pressing soothing kisses to her forehead. "You've got all of my cock, babydoll," he rasped as he darted his tongue over her parted lips before sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, slowly kissing her until she was kissing him back, moaning against him mouth.

He wanted to make this as enjoyable as he could for her, but the past few days had been pure torture on his mind, his body and now that he was finally inside her... He carefully eased a couple inches out of her, tugging on her tight yet slippery walls, and pushed back in just as easy, testing her tenderness, swallowing her tiny whimper. He broke the kiss, dragging in a deep, ragged breath, pressing his lips to her ear. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock, babydoll, but I can't stay like this, I have to move," he grated out, pushing himself off her, sliding his hands down her body, caressing her dewy skin, to clasp her small waist in his hands, watching as she slowly turned her eyes up to him. "I have..." he breathed, easing his cock a little bit further out of her, gently sliding forward, "... to fuck..." he eased out of her again even further this time, watching as he slid his thick cock, streaked with her blood, back into the tight hold of her body just a little bit harder, hearing her gasp turn to a tiny cry "... you."

Madison gasped, staring up at him, into his eyes that were dark with a burning desire, as the second slide of his cock tugged on her tender insides, the pain barely even there, just the feel of his hot, throbbing flesh buried inside hers. She raised herself up onto her forearms as he straightened, flattening her palms onto the desk, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip, her second gasp turning to a moan as he thrust back into her a little bit harder, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body, her foot sliding off the desk as she arched against him, wanting to feel more, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of her.

Her gaze went from the taut muscles of his abdomen, up his chest that was dotted with sweat as he strained to keep from hurting her, to control his desires, along his tense jaw to lock with his much hotter one as he hooked his hands under her knees, lifting and parting her thighs wider as every slow thrust of his cock tugged against her wet walls, arousing her even more as the need, the need for him grew more intense and she felt a sudden rush of wet heat saturate her already wet flesh even more, hearing his deep groan. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, lifting her hips, taking him a little bit deeper, "your cock... It feels... So good."

"Maddie," Jacob groaned. He held onto her knees, keeping her legs apart as he stared down at her, his hot gaze slowly sliding from his cock up her body, lingering on her perfect breasts with their hard nipples as they swayed in rhythm with every slow, easy thrust, up to her mouth, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, to her eyes as she gazed up at him with so much desire, biting back her moans. He groaned when she lifted her hips, his cock sliding deeper into her and he let go of one of her knees, bracing his hand on the desk as he leaned forward, catching her mouth with his, kissing her deep as he thrust a little harder into her, swallowing her sudden gasp as he held himself there. He lifted his mouth from hers, pressing his lips to her cheek, to her ear, whispering, "don't bite your lip. I want to hear every sound you make. Ready to take my cock a little harder, babydoll? Ready for me to fuck you?" And when he heard the words that he wanted to hear, he grasped her chin, kissing her, thrusting harder into her as he tore his mouth from hers just in time to hear her blissful cry.

"Yes. Please. Fuck me," she whispered. Her moan turned to a mindless cry as his hard thrust sent an overwhelming wave of pleasure through her body. She sank back onto the desk, moaning as he parted her thighs even wider, caressing the inside of her legs as he coasted his hands up her body to clasp her waist, steadying her as his hard, deep thrusts rocked her body. She looked up at him, at his stubbled jaw set firmly, into his lust-filled eyes as he stared down at her, watching her intently as he claimed her, made her his, making her gasp and her heart race faster than it already was.

She curled her hands around his wrists, her nails biting into his skin, as the creamy, wet sounds of their bodies coming together filled the room, her moans growing louder, her back rubbing against the smooth surface of his desk as every retreat and deep thrust of his cock started to push her closer to the cusp or orgasm. "Fuck me," she moaned, a sharp cry escaping her when he drove into her a little bit harder, and she turned her head on the desk, squeezing her eyes shut as the pleasure, oh God, the pleasure became too much for her to bear as every hard thrust stoked the need burning inside her. "Jacob," she whimpered.

Jacob felt every flutter of her walls, felt her get even more wet as her orgasm started to build inside her before she even knew what was happening and he thrust into her harder, deeper, pushing her closer to the edge of the desk, to the edge of blissful surrender. He groaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist and flung her arms over her head, holding on tight to the edge of his desk, onto him, her moans growing even louder, his name escaping her parted lips. He was afraid he was hurting her but when those moans turned to heavy breathing as she struggled to hold onto the new sensations he was awakening inside her, he gripped the taut globes of her ass in his hands, digging his fingers into her supple flesh as he lifted her hips higher, sliding the head of his swollen cock over her sweet spot with every thrust, feeling her juices start to trickle out of her.

"Look at me," he grated out and when she turned her head on the desk and opened her eyes, he thrust even deeper, watching as her eyes filled with even more desire, as her breasts covered with a fine sheen of sweat, bounced on her chest. "Come on, babydoll, let go and give it to me. Cum on my cock," he rasped through gritted teeth, urging her along with every thrust of his cock as her tight, wet walls gripped him even harder. He let go of one ass cheek and pressed his thumb to her swollen and exposed clitoris, rubbing back and forth over her slick flesh, thrusting harder, forcing her to the very edge as her eyes started to roll back, her body starting to quiver as the sensations grew to even greater heights. "That's it, babydoll, cum for me."

Madison panted hard, letting go of his wrists, flinging her arms over her head to curl her hands around the edge of the wood, wrapping her legs around his waist as he gripped her ass with his hands and lifted her hips. Her long-drawn-out moan turned to cry as his cock slid even deeper with every thrust, rubbed over that sensitive spot deep inside her, sending tingling sensations throughout her body, making it harder for her to hold on. She heard his voice through the carnal fog in her head and she turned her head on the desk, looking up at his sweat-dotted forehead, her gaze locking with his dark one.

Her gasp turning to a moan as he thrust even deeper, as her walls grew even more slick, his words inciting those sensations even more and she tightened herself around him as the need to cum overwhelmed her. "Oh, God, I'm cumming," she panted when she felt his thumb rub over her exposed and sensitive clitoris, sending wave after wave of white-hot pleasure spiraling through her body and she screamed as her orgasm seized her, her back arching as her body trembled hard, her tight, wet walls pulsing around every slow, deep slide of his cock as her juices trickled out of her.

Jacob groaned, lowering her hips to the desk and then himself over her as he braced his weight on his forearm, slowly sliding his throbbing cock in and out of her as her tight vagina contracted around him, as her nails dug into the muscles of his sweaty back as she whimpered, struggling to catch her breath from the unbridled pleasure that still rippled through her body. "Shh, easy, babydoll, let me ride out your orgasm," he rasped as he brushed her sweaty hair back from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead, feeling her tremble hard against him, feeling her shaky breaths fan his sweaty skin as he slowly slid back into her, holding himself still as her juices slowly ran down his cock and heavy scrotum. "I want to feel all of it as you give everything to me," he grated out as he closed his mouth over hers, kissing her, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, swallowing her moan.

He straightened, taking her with him, balancing her hips on the edge of his desk. He slid his fingers into her damp hair, cradling the back of her head, deepening the kiss as he flexed his hips, pushing his cock into her tight, creamy depths, groaning as she tightened her hot, slick walls around him, knowing the pain was gone and all she felt was him. He tore his mouth from hers, breathing hard as his heart slammed in his chest, his dark gaze meeting hers as he tugged her head back, seeing the desire, the hunger for more burning in her eyes as his own thirst for her had yet to be quenched. "Maddie," he grated out, his voice taking on a raspier tone. "What have you done to me? Why do I want you so fuckin' bad? Why didn't we--"

Madison knew that tone, knew that she had just triggered something inside him. Was he coming to his senses just now? Right after taking her virginity and giving her a mind-numbing orgasm? She saw the look in his eyes, that look that had been there this morning when he not so bluntly said he no longer cared about the consequences by saying that one little word: mine. And his hard, throbbing cock still buried deep inside her sealed the deal. She ran her hand up his sweaty chest, her nails raking the back of his head as she curled her fingers into his hair, arching against him, her hard nipples dragging against his chest as she pulled his head down the few inches it took for another kiss, her tongue sliding hotly along his, cutting off his words.

She swallowed his groan as he deepened the kiss, moaned as he fisted his fingers tighter in her hair, kissing her hard. She let his bottom lip slide from the graze of her teeth, her breath hot against his lips, her words even hotter. "Because you knew I wanted you, too. You're all I can think about and even though this is so wrong, it feels so right. I need--" Her words were cut off by his deep groan and even harder thrust of his cock and she wrapped her arm around his back, digging her nails into his flesh, locking her ankles behind him, her strangled moan smothered by his hard kiss as he wrapped his arm around her back and dug his fingers into her hip, holding her steady against another hard, deep thrust.

Jacob dug his fingers into her hip, holding her steady, bracing his other hand on the surface of his desk as he slid his thick cock out of her only to thrust back in hard, her moan stifled by his hot kiss, his even hotter tongue buried deep in her mouth, groaning as her tight, wet walls hugged him even tighter. Yeah, it was wrong and there was no going back, they had crossed that line days ago, and his cock was right where it needed to be. He tore his mouth away from hers. "To be fucked hard," he finished for her, his breathing heavy, his stubble rasping against her sweaty skin as his teeth grazed the side of her neck, biting and sucking, his tongue bathing the spot as he trailed his lips hotly to her ear, nipping her earlobe. "My cock is the only one you are ever going to feel inside you," he growled through gritted teeth as another hard thrust had her clinging tighter to him, her nails digging into his back and shoulder as her impassioned cry filled his ears, echoed through the empty classroom.

"Hold on, babydoll, this," he growled, his words punctuated by a hard thrust of his hips that sent his cock deep, "is going to be--" Another hard thrust and her cry was muffled against his neck, her teeth grazing his skin, her nails scratching his shoulder, wiping his brain of anymore thoughts. "So fuckin' good." His hand left the desk to grab hold of her thigh, his fingers digging into the underside of her leg and her hip as he lifted her up and turned around, taking a couple steps forward and forcing the length of her back into the bookcase that was anchored to the wall, swallowing her cry with his mouth as he thrust up into her hard, sending his throbbing cock as deep as it could go.

Madison shrieked when her back hit the bookcase, her arm tightening around his shoulders, nails digging in as her fingers furrowed his skin, her other hand knocking everything off the shelf as she tried to anchor herself against the unexpected repositioning, his mouth closing hotly over hers, kissing her hard and deep, muffling her cry as he drove his thick cock deep inside her sopping vagina, stretching her open even more. This was what she wanted, Mr. Hottie and everything he said he was going to do to her, only she never expected it to feel so good. She tore her mouth away from his, gasping for breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she pressed her cheek to his temple, feeling his even hotter exhales fan her sweaty neck, felt his teeth graze her skin, nipping at her shoulder and leaving marks on her body.

"Jacob... Oh, fuck... You're deep," she gasped, the last word turning to a strangled moan as he thrust up into her, pushing her back harder against the bookcase. She tightened her arm around his shoulder as she wrapped her other one around his neck, holding onto him, pressing her mouth to his sweaty hair, stifling her strangled cry against his head as every hard thrust of his cock shook her body as his desire turned to an unrestrained need to take what he wanted, to give her an unbridled about of pleasure. And she held on tight for the ride. "Your cock... I need it... Hard."

Jacob dug his fingers into the curve of her ass, holding her upright, holding her at just the right angle as he thrust into her hard, feeling her wet walls close around him and her juices trickled down his cock and scrotum, as he forced the length of her back to rub against the bookcase with every hard thrust, giving her what she wanted. "You're so fuckin' tight, babydoll," he growled as he flexed his hips, pushing his cock deeper, feeling her nails bite into his skin as he raked his teeth across her shoulder, hearing her moans turn to lust-filled cries. His heart was slamming in his chest, his blood roaring in his ears from the illicitness of fucking her, as the need to fuck her, to claim her, grew even stronger, groaning as she wrapped her arms tighter around him, her nails digging into his skin. He pressed his lips to her ear, his breath hot, words even hotter. "You like that, babydoll? You love having my thick cock filling up your pussy? Stretching you open?" He eased his hips back, tugging on her slick walls only to thrust up into her hard and fast, groaning as she clamped herself tighter around his cock, her sharp cry echoing through the room. "Fucking you?"

"Oh, fuck, yes. I love your hard cock," she moaned, locking her ankles behind his hard ass, her mouth finding his. She kissed him hard, sucking on his tongue as he slid it deep into her mouth, her nails raking his neck and the back of his scalp to fist her fingers into his sweaty hair, moaning as he pressed deeper into her. She tore her mouth away from his, breathing hard, staring down into his hazel eyes dark with need as he started to do just that, fuck her. "Oh, God, Jacob," she moaned, "that feels... so fuckin'... good." Every deep thrust of his cock up into her drenched core rubbed her back against the curved edge of the shelf, made her hard nipples slide along his sweaty chest, every retreat caused the swollen glans to tug on her slippery walls and turn that white-hot need burning inside her into an all-consuming fire that she never wanted to extinguish.

She clung tighter to him, her moans turning to rough, heavy breathing as he fucked her hard and deep, her orgasm tightening inside her as his thick, throbbing cock drove her to the very edge of complete surrender. And that was somewhere she didn't want to go just yet. "Jacob," she cried, trying to raise herself off him, trying to lessen the sensations that were spiraling through her, trying to get to a position where his cock wasn't so deep, wasn't driving her to the point of madness. And then he shifted his stance, shifted her hips as he repositioned her... "Fuck. Jacob!"

Sweat dotted his forehead, trickled down the middle of his back as he no longer held his own desires in check as he drove her closer to pinnacle one more time, her creamy walls hugging him as every deep thrust in and out of her made lewd, wet sounds that were drowned out by her loud moans and even louder fervid cries of passion. He groaned when he saw her eyes start to roll back, felt her heavy breathing, felt her start to tighten around his throbbing cock as she grew increasingly wet, thrusting up into her faster, pushing her closer to the cusp of orgasm. Felt her try to move away from him. He buried his face in her damp hair, his mouth against her ear, his breathing hot and labored. "No, you fuckin' don't, babydoll. You're gonna cum," he grated out, dragging first one hand down her leg and then the other.

He dug his fingers deep into her thighs, shifting his stance as he angled her hips to better receive his cock, thrusting into her hard, deep, rubbing the swollen glans of his cock over her sweet spot with every thrust, every retreat, driving her clean over the edge that she was trying to break away from. "Come on, babydoll-- Cum on my cock. Give me that-- sweet release. Let me know-- how good I-- make you feel," he growled, urging her along as every third word was emphasized by a hard thrust of his cock, hissing as her nails dug deep into his skin.

Madison tightened her arms around his shoulders, her nails digging into his sweaty skin as every hard, relentless thrust of his thick cock hit that one sensitive spot deep inside her, launching tingling, pleasure-filled sensations deep through her body, stoked that all-consuming fire, as every hot, explicit word incited her as they found their way through her sex-fogged brain, giving her that final push over the edge and sending her headfirst into complete surrender to him and only him. Her scream pierced his ear and bounced off the walls, her entire body shaking hard against him as her drenched walls clamped down hard around his throbbing cock, her creamy juices gushing out around him as he tightened his hold on her thigh, raking his other fingers up her leg to dig hard into her ass, holding himself deep inside her as her powerful orgasm overwhelmed her senses and shook her down to her soul.

"Jacob," she whimpered, breathing heavily as she rested her cheek against the side of his head, locking her hands and arms together behind his neck, feeling his own heavy breathing fan her sweaty skin. Her body trembled with every breath she took, her creamy, saturated walls pulsing around his cock as her orgasm continued its blissful roll through her body, pushing out more juices to trickle down his cock and scrotum. She gasped, tightening her thighs around his hips when she felt him start to thrust again. "Jacob..."

Jacob held her tight, thrusting up into her, feeling her heaving breasts drag against his sweaty chest, felt her hot, creamy vagina tighten around him, felt her heated breaths fan his face. He eased part way out of her, thrusting home hard, hearing her gasp turn to a strangled moan as he started to fuck her again as his own orgasm started to bear down on him with every hard, deep stroke inside her. "I'm so fuckin' hard. I need to cum, babydoll," he growled in her ear, thrusting deeper, faster, feeling his cock swell and that tightening around the base of his spine milliseconds before the stark realization hit him that he was bare the entire time and she was completely unprotected.

"Fuck," he swore as he quickly pulled out of her with a wet pop, every inch of his thick cock covered in her glistening juices. "Knees. Now," he ordered, letting go of her leg so she could slide down the bookcase, steadying her with his strong hold on her ass, her sweaty feet slipping slightly in the mess on the floor as she got down on her knees in front of him, his fingers raking up the length of her sweaty, abraded back to cup the back of her head, pulling her closer. He fisted his hand around his girth and before he could ever tell her to open her mouth, she already had her tongue gliding around the swollen, purplish-red glans, gathering up her juices that coated his throbbing cock, her hands caressing the taut curve of his ass.

His hand left her head to press hard against the shelf on the bookcase, bracing himself as he stroked his cock hard and fast, feeling his testicles start to draw up, his deep rumbling groan shaking his whole body. "Don't fuckin' move," he growled, his dark, hooded gaze holding hers as she looked up at him as she wrapped her lips around the slick tip just in time to feel the first hot, thick spurt of semen hit the back of her throat. He flexed his hips as he pushed his cock into her mouth, stroking himself until the heavy spurts started to lessen, groaning as he filled her mouth, coating her tongue with his milky orgasm, watching as his semen escaped the tight seal of her lips. He panted hard, every breath burning his lungs, watching as she slowly let him slide from her pursed lips, a thick strand of his fluids still connected to her lips, hearing her satisfied moan as she swallowed. "Goddamn, babydoll. That was-- Fuck," he swore as she took him back into her hot mouth, sucking his cock, determined to get every last drop of him as her tongue swirled around the smooth glans.

Madison looked up at him, moaning as the first heavy spurt of his hot semen filled her mouth, sliding her lips further over his glans, slick with her creamy nectar, as he pushed himself further into her mouth, her hands caressing the curve of his hard, sweaty ass as she held him there as he stroked his cock hard and fast, giving her everything that he had, hearing his groans and grunts as the last spurt dribbled down onto her tongue that was heavily coated with his powerful orgasm. She slowly let him slide out from between her pursed lips, looking up into his dark eyes filled with so much desire as she swallowed him, moaning as his hot semen slid down her throat, only to slide her hand around his hip, holding the base of his cock in the curve of her thumb and forefinger as she took him back into her mouth as deep as she could, sucking him clean.

She slowly raised her head, letting his cock slide from her mouth, licking the last strand of semen from his glans as it seeped out of the tip. She lowered her head, flattening her tongue to the underside of his scrotum, tasting herself there, licking higher to the base of his cock and drawing her tongue up his veiny length, licking her own juices from the rest of his flesh as he twitched, then along one side and the other, before she slowly drew the underside of her tongue along the top of his cock, moaning as she swirled her tongue around his glans before finally releasing him from her oral torture, sitting back on her heels again.

Jacob struggled to catch his breath, watching her as she licked up the last strand of fluid from his glans as it seeped out of the slit, as she licked her own creamy juices from every inch of his cock, his scrotum, her moans drowned out by his own. She couldn't look any more beautiful than she was right now with her body all flushed from the orgasms he had given her and his cum on her lips. He reached down, wiping the trickle of semen from the sides of her mouth with his thumb and forefinger, cupping the side of her face with his other hand as he slipped his thumb and finger into her mouth, groaning as she sucked them clean. "Fuck," he hissed through gritted teeth as she licked the palm of his hand that he had used to stroke himself and drew the length of his fingers into her mouth, sucking the last remaining trace of her own nectar from his skin. He tugged his fingers from the wet hold of her mouth, cupping her chin as she turned her gaze up to his, slowly smiling.

"You, Maddie, are the biggest risk I have ever taken in my life and worth every single second," he swore, sliding his fingers into her hair and cradling the back of her head as he slowly sank to his knees, pulling her closer. He closed his mouth over hers, giving her a long, slow, deep kiss as he savored the taste of his own salty orgasm mixed with her musky juices on her tongue, swallowing her moan as she arched closer to him. He slowly lifted his mouth from hers and shoved several books out of the way, sitting down in the middle of the mess on the floor and pulling her between his drawn-up knees as he leaned back against the bookcase, wrapping his strong arm around her back and tucking the length of her side against his sweaty torso as she drew up her legs and rested her head on his chest.

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, looking down into her baby blue eyes that were gazing up at him with a newfound desire as he gently combed her damp hair back from her flushed face, caressing her cheek with the back of his crooked fingers, his other hand gliding up and down the length of her thigh and along her ribs, soothing her as she got use to the feeling of coming down from such an overwhelming physical turbulence. He slid his hand from her hair, down her back and around to rest on her lower ribs just under her breast as he trailed his other hand higher, tipping her head back just a little bit further with his finger under her chin so he could see deeper into her eyes. "I wanted to cum inside you so fuckin' bad but you weren't protected," he whispered as he slowly drew his thumb across the fullness of her kiss-swollen bottom lip. "Next time I'll be more prepared."

"Mmm, but I love it when you cum in my mouth," Madison whispered, watching as a cocky smile turned up one corner of his mouth before he lowered his head. She moaned as he closed his mouth over hers, giving her another long, slow, deep kiss, the gentle invasion of his tongue hotter than the maelstrom that had just happened between them moments ago, reaching up and curling her fingers into his sweaty hair. She whimpered when he broke the kiss only to press a soft kiss to the top of her head, and she rested her cheek on his chest, hearing the strong beat of his heart as he went back to gently caressing her dewy skin as he tucked her closer to his body. The thought of birth control never crossed her mind, she was too caught up in the moment, and even though he wasn't prepared, he still managed to keep her safe.

She slowly drew her fingertips down his neck and along his shoulder, feeling the indentations left by her nails, and over his scar before gliding down his chest, caressing his smooth skin over his taut muscles. She snuggled closer to him, drawing lazy esses down his torso and back up, gliding her fingers down the length of his arm, along the grooves of his muscles that he always kept hidden under his long sleeved shirts, to his hand that was caressing the length of her outer thigh that was tucked up against his ribs, tracing the veins that stood out from the back of his hand before he caught her hand with his, entwining their fingers together. She didn't want to spoil the intimacy, but she knew she had to say something because he was ignoring the elephant that was filling up the empty classroom. "Jacob, how are we going to get through these next few weeks?"

"Fuck," he swore, dropping his head back against the shelf on the bookcase, acute awareness hitting him harder than the bullet that had ripped through his shoulder. She was still a student, he was still her teacher and there was only three more weeks until graduation, three long weeks that could have passed before they acted upon their desires. He slowly combed his fingers through her hair, squeezing his eyes shut against the glare of the overhead lights, against the thoughts about trying to stay undaunted around the other faculty members every day after what had just happened. He felt her ease her weight off him, and he opened his eyes as he let his fingers fall from her head, raising his own head, watching as she shifted around between his drawn-up knees to sit and face him. "Maddie..."

Madison shifted around, hugging her legs to her chest as she tucked her heels against her pelvis, resting her chin on her knee as she shielded her naked body from him, looking up at him and seeing the worry that was etched across his face, the doubt that was swirled in with the blue, green and gold of his eyes. She wasn't going to say anything to anybody about what had happened between them because this was no longer about her grade, this was about the two of them, their mutual attraction and the fact that she wanted this as much as he did and that they should have waited.

They couldn't go back now, what was done was done and they still had to see each other every day during school hours, had to try to do anything and everything to not bring attention to themselves. She stared down at her hot pink toenails, curling her toes against the linoleum floor, slowly tipping her head back up to look at him, feeling his fingers brush a stray lock of damp hair away from her face. "Jacob, I don't know how I'm going to be able to walk in here in the morning when all I want to do is touch you, feel your hands on me again."

He watched as she wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging herself tightly, physically guarding herself from him as she grew distant with her thoughts. And he could only begin to imagine what those were. A low growl escaped him. "Don't sit there like that, Maddie," he said, repositioning her legs so her feet were on either side of his hips, tugging her closer till her drawn-up knees were pressed against his ribs, "and especially don't close yourself off from me." He reached up and brushed her damp hair away from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead before cupping the side of her face in his hand and tipping her head back with his thumb under her chin so he could gaze into her eyes.

"We will just have to play it off like nothing ever happened and I'll do my best to keep my hands off you. Don't worry about the rest of your assignments. Just come to class every morning and be yourself, ignore everyone like you always do, especially me, and then after graduation, we'll have a nice, long talk about everything. It's only three weeks and it's going to kill both of us, but we can't risk this again," he reassured her, slowly pushing her hair back from the side of her neck as he spoke, his fingers brushing her skin that was abraded from his stubble. "Three weeks, babydoll, that's all it is. Then next month, we won't have to worry about a locked door and I can take my time to thoroughly enjoy your body spread out on my bed for hours as I taste every inch of you." He leaned closer, bending his head and slowly drawing the tip of his tongue up the full length of her exposed neck, his teeth nipping, ending at the base of her jaw with a kiss.

Madison leaned closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts to his chest, moaning as his mouth found the side of her neck, his stubble rasping against her skin as his teeth nibbled and his tongue soothed, his large hands caressing all along the length of her back as he tugged her even closer till her torso was pressed against every inch of his, his thumbs gliding along the sides of her breasts. She could play it cool for three weeks if it meant that she was going to have him afterwards with no worries of getting caught and no cares about suspicions raised by classmates.

She gasped as his teeth nipped a little too hard along the top of her shoulder and she raked her nails up the back of his head, curling her fingers into his hair, tipping her head and giving him better access, her gasp turning to a moan as his hand slid up and down the length of her thigh tucked against his ribs, slowly, softly caressing. But if he kept that up with his mouth, everyone would talk. "I have to come here tomorrow with all the marks you leave on me," she whispered, moaning as his tongue slid along the curve of her neck where it joined with her jaw, followed by a wet, nibbling kiss, "and the guy I hang out with is gay."

"Fuck," Jacob grated out, lifting his mouth from her neck, caressing the marks with the side of his thumb as he cupped the back of her neck in his hand. His teeth and three-day stubble had done a number on her delicate skin, leaving red marks that would be a little too hard for her to explain to fellow inquisitive teenagers who knew she didn't have a boyfriend, and the weather sure as hell wasn't suitable for turtlenecks or scarves. He combed his fingers through her hair and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I better stop anyway, babydoll, or I'll be taking you again right here on the floor. It's getting late, we better get you dressed so you can go home. I wish I could just take you back to my place," he said, moving away from her long enough to pull over the pile of their clothes that were strewn across the floor between his desk and the bookcase. "But that is impossible right now."

He pushed aside her bright blue underwear to find her shirt and turned it right side out, pulling it down over her arms when she raised them over her head without any prompting from him, tugging it over her head and leaving it bunched up under her arms as his hands glided down to her breasts. He leaned forwards to give her a soft kiss that instantly turned much deeper, his hands caressing, cupping her swollen breasts, his thumbs dragging back and forth over her nipples until they hardened into stiff peaks again, swallowing her moan.

He lifted his mouth from hers only to lower his head to lick and suckle first one nipple and then then other, hearing her words, her moans, letting them slide from the graze of his teeth before tugging her shirt down the rest of the way, the backs of his fingers brushing over the sides of her breasts and her ribs and he pulled the snug-fitting material down over her breasts, the cotton rasping over her wet, sensitive nipples, leaving darker spots on her black shirt.

Madison lowered her arms, curling her fingers into his hair when he kissed her as soon as her shirt cleared her head, moaning as his tongue slid deep into her mouth and his hands glided down her chest to caress her breasts, cupping them, molding them to his large hands, her nipples instantly tightening from the friction of his thumbs. She kissed him back, sliding her tongue hotly along his, her moan turning to a gasp when he broke the kiss only to lick and suck on her nipples as his hands lightly squeezed and caressed her breasts. She combed her fingers through his wavy hair, biting her lip, watching as his tongue flicked back and forth over her nipple before drawing it into his hot mouth.

"You're having too much fun there," she whispered, moaning when her nipple popped free of his teeth before he turned his attention to the second one, arching against him as his tongue swirled all around and his mouth sucked hard, her nails raking his scalp as she curled her fingers into his hair. She wished she could go home with him, too, spend the night in his bed and wake up next to him, but there was no possible way that could ever happen without someone seeing them together. "I need to get home," she protested, tugging on his hair, gasping when he pulled a little too hard on her nipple and it popped out from between his clenched teeth. She gazed into his eyes as he tugged her shirt down the rest of the way, sucking in her breath when the tight cotton tugged on her nipples that were left wet and tender from his mouth.

Jacob grabbed her jeans and started bunching them up so he could slide them onto both legs at the same time, gazing into her eyes as she looked up at him before she leaned back on her forearms so he could get her pants on her easier, drawing up her legs and bending her knees. "Babydoll, I'm not going to be able to touch you for three weeks, don't spoil my--" His words trailed off when his gaze followed the length of her legs down to her smooth vulva still swollen from their encounter, her skin tinged a pale shade of red from a mixture of her blood and juices that had trickled out of her and dried on her labia and inner thighs. He had seen the evidence of her virginity on his cock but fuck, the one time he wished he wasn't so thick.

He felt his heart constrict in his chest and he bit his tongue to keep from saying anything to her even though he knew he had caused her more pain than she led him to believe. He quickly tugged her jeans over her feet, up her legs and carefully eased them over her hips when she lifted them just enough to get her pants on all the way, quickly fastening them before helping her back up into a sitting position again. He brushed her hair away from her face and cupped her cheek in his hand, pressing a kiss to her forehead before staring down into her eyes that were filled with a mix of desire and longing. "I never wanted to hurt you, babydoll, but what you gave me, what you let me take was... Next time it will be nothing but pleasure," he whispered, his voice shaking.

"Yours. The pain went away a while ago and you gave me so much pleasure, Jacob, so much," Madison whispered, reassuring him. She had seen the blood, still felt the pain that lingered, but she didn't say anything. She could handle the pain, she'd felt worse during sparring matches, it was the burning desire she felt for him, the hard thrusts of his cock, the need she had seen in his eyes that she couldn't bear to go without. And the look of pure male satisfaction she saw in his eyes right now was too much for her to handle. She raised first one foot up from the floor and then the other so he could slide her sneakers back on, quickly tying them before he reached for his own clothes, realizing once again, he forgot her underwear.

"I'll hurt worse for the next few weeks knowing I can't be with you li--" Her voice trailed off as she watched him pull his boxer trunks back on, her gaze sliding up the length of his thighs and in between as he raised his hips off the floor to slide them up the rest of the way, her top teeth scraping over her bottom lip as he tucked and adjusted the length of his flaccid cock and heavy scrotum inside. Even soft he still had a considerable bulge and she wanted to tug his underwear off and feel him get hard in her mouth as she licked and sucked on the length of his hot flesh, biting back the moan that started to escape her. She quickly looked away when she heard the elastic snap against his taut abdomen. "Sorry," she whispered.

Jacob adjusted his cock in his snug-fitting boxer trunks, and when he saw just what her gaze was fixated on, he deliberately let the waistband snap against his stomach as he pulled his hand out, a slow, cocky grin coming to his face as she quickly looked away. He got to his feet, pulling up his trousers as he stood, tugging up the zipper but leaving the hook and his belt undone. He reached down and took hold of her hand, helping her to her feet, holding her steady as he guided her backwards to lean against the edge of his desk until she regained the full strength in her legs. He grabbed his shirt from where it had landed on the desk and pulled it on, his eyes lingering on her face as he slowly buttoned his shirt, leaving the top two undone.

Her orgasmic flush had disappeared but the marks from his mouth and stubble had not, and he wasn't the least bit sorry. He reached out to tip her chin up with his crooked forefinger, watching as she slowly turned her gaze up to his, bending his head and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Don't ever be sorry for looking at me like that, babydoll, for taking and receiving pleasure from my body. Just don't do it in class," he said, shoving his feet into his shoes as he tucked his shirt into his trousers, fastening the hook and buckling his belt back in place. "Turn around."

Madison turned her back to him, leaning her hips against his desk, resting her hands on the smooth surface, her eyelids fluttering closed when she felt the first touch of his hand against her head. He may have forgotten to put her bra and panties back on her, but he didn't forget to fix her hair. "Mmm, that feels good," she whispered when she felt the slide of his fingertips against her scalp, the glide of his long fingers as he combed them through her hair, taming the wild mess his hands had created. "I'll try not to, but there's no guarantee that I won't be stripping you naked with my eyes in class," she said with a smile, looking over her shoulder at him as he gathered the length of her hair into his hands, seeing the smirk that turned up the corner of his mouth. "But I'll behave myself."

She turned her head back around, feeling him part her hair into three equal sections and quickly braid them together, securing the end with a rubber band he retrieved from the side drawer. She had to wonder where he learned how to braid hair, wondering just how many other girls he did that for or if it was just her, but then he had been in the military and certain skills were taught. She gasped when she felt the brush of his lips along the red, irritated skin on her neck, soothing the rash he had left behind. "Will you ever shave?" she asked, not that she was against his beard, she like his stubble, it just irritated her skin.

Jacob secured the end of her braid with a rubber band and let it fall between her shoulder blades, trailing his fingers down the middle of her back to her waist, his hands easily encircling her slenderness, caressing the bare skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans as he bent his head, nuzzling the side of her neck. "No. And you weren't complaining when I had my face between your legs," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin just below her ear. He slid one hand around her hip, turning her around and gazing down into her eyes.

He reached up and brushed a lock of hair back from her face that he had missed with the braid, slowly drawing the tip of his finger down the side of her face and over the curve of her breast, to shove his hands into his pockets. Three weeks. He didn't think he was going to last that long without touching her again, but he had to, he had to keep his hands and his thoughts to himself, not raise any suspicion and then she was his, only his. "Think you can walk now? I have no objection against carrying you to your truck."

"I think so," Madison said with a nod of her head, pushing away from the desk and testing the strength of her legs. He had made every muscle in her body tremble and her toes curl with every orgasm, weaking her and she took pleasure in every second, every moment of their illicit encounter, knowing that it was going to have to keep her satisfied until after she graduated. She walked around his desk, feeling his eyes on her as she strolled the short distance to her desk, gathering up her binder and book, sliding them back into her backpack, stuffing her sweatshirt inside and zipping it shut.

She dug her keys out of the side pocket and slid the strap onto her shoulder, adjusting the weight of the bag behind her back, watching him as he bent down behind his desk to scoop something up off the floor, seeing a glimpse of bright blue right before her underwear disappeared into the pocket of his trousers. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as he slipped his glasses back on, raking his fingers through his hair as he tried to comb the disheveled wavy locks back into place, her fingers, his styling products redrying from his sweaty hair, made it impossible to look impeccable once again. She turned her gaze away when he walked around his desk, heading her direction.

Jacob scooped up her underwear from the floor and shoved them into his pocket, knowing that wasn't even the last of the evidence from their escapade, her hair tie was somewhere on the floor along with the rest of the mess she had created in the throes of orgasm. He looped his tie around his neck and tucked it under the collar of his shirt, letting it lay against his chest, as he walked around his desk and over to her. He reached up and curled his hand around the strap of her backpack and lifted it from her shoulder, sliding it down her arm and holding it by the strap against his leg as she looked up at him. "Where'd you park," he asked, ushering her over to the door in front of him.

His gaze slid down the length of her back to the curve of her ass in her baggy jeans, his hot palm taking the same route and giving the fullest part of her buttock a firm squeeze before he unlocked the door and opened it, letting her step outside in front of him so he could pull the door closed and lock it again. It was late, and thankfully no one was on the campus, but he still restrained himself from touching her outside of the room, curling one hand tighter around the strap of her backpack and the other one around his keys as they walked down the breezeway to the main building.

"I parked on the other side of the gym this morning," Madison told him as they slowly walked down the sidewalk along the side of the building, heading in the direction of the side parking lot as the sun started to dip down over the top of the mountain in the distance. She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself as she strolled along beside him, not because she was cold but because this was the last time he was going to walk her to her vehicle, the last time she was going to get any physical contact from him till next month. She unlocked the truck with the key fob and stepped aside as he reached around her to open the door and toss her backpack onto the passenger seat before she climbed in behind the wheel, turning in the seat so she was facing him as he stepped in between her parted knees, keeping his back to the road.

She tipped her head back and looked up at him, reaching up and brushing that stubborn lock of wavy hair back from his forehead, watching as it just fell back down over his brow as she drew the tips of her fingers down the side of his face and along his whisker stubbled jaw. She'd rather stay with him then go home but she knew she had to, and what was worse, she wasn't going to get to see him again until she had to be back in his classroom on Monday morning. "Jacob--"

"Shh, babydoll," Jacob hushed as he slid his hands up her thighs to grab hold of her hips and pull her closer to the edge of the seat, to him as he stared down at her with dark, hooded eyes. It was late and there was no traffic in front of the school, but he was still taking a chance even though his back was to the road and his car was parked out of sight in the lot between the back buildings. If anyone drove by, they would just assume a couple teenagers were still hanging around the school after hours, sneaking around to make out. He caressed the length of her thighs, hearing the sweet moan that escaped her as he pressed his lips to her forehead, groaning as she reached up to twine her arms around his neck, arching closer to him as he trailed his lips down to her ear, kissing her temple before lifting his head and gazing into her eyes.

He brushed the loose strand of hair away from her face, cupping her cheek in his hand as he slowly drew the pad of his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip, his other hand gliding up her hip to caress the bare skin on her lower back, his fingers dipping into the waistband of her jeans. His breathing hitched when he felt the slide of her hand down the back of his shirt, the scratch of her nails on his skin. "If I kiss you, I'm just going to end up pushing you back onto the seat, yanking these damn jeans down and eating your sweet pussy again. Go home, Maddie, and dream about me while you sleep because that's what I'll be doing, dreaming about this mouth wrapped around my cock as I stroke myself," he grated out as her hot, wet mouth wrapped around his thumb.

Madison moaned as his hands glided up and down her thighs, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pressed his lips to her forehead, arching against him, savoring one last touch of his hands, of his lips as he did everything he could to keep from getting carried away again. She gazed into his eyes as he lifted his head and brushed her hair back from her face, slowly lowering her gaze to his mouth as he caressed her bottom lip, dipped his fingers into the back of her jeans, listening to him, wishing he would do that very thing to her again and again.

She slid her hand from around his neck and into the open front of his shirt, caressing his heated skin as she curled her other hand around his neck, her nails lightly scratching his flesh as she slid her hand higher and down the length of his back as far as her hand could reach in the confines of his shirt. She nodded her head, agreeing with him, slowly drawing his thumb into her mouth, sucking lightly at first and then harder when he said he would dream about her mouth wrapped around his cock. She let out a tiny sigh when he pulled his thumb out of her mouth, slowly smiling as he cupped her chin in his hand, tipping her head back, gazing into his eyes.

"For about two and a half more weeks, Maddie," Jacob said as he lifted her arms from around his neck with his other hand, "I'm still your teacher." He let go of her chin and stepped out from between her legs, wrapping his hand around the edge of the door frame and waiting for her to turn in the seat so he could shut the door. He braced his forearm against the edge of the truck, watching her as she wrapped her hands around the steering wheel, looking up at him with that longing in her eyes. He wished that he could just say 'fuck it' and take her back to his house to ravage her for the next two hours and just hold her for rest of the night.

But he was going to have to wait because this was the last time he was going to be this close to her, get to touch her till next month. "Go home, drive safe, remember what I told you and I'll see you Monday morning if not around here tomorrow." He reached over and slowly ran his hand up the side of her neck to cup her cheek in his hand as he leaned closer, pressing his lips to her ear. "I changed your grade to an A earlier today. Good night, babydoll, and sweet dreams," he whispered in her ear before finally stepping away from her and shutting the door before she had a chance to say anything.

Madison slowly closed her eyes as he ran his hand up the side of her neck, her breathing escalating when he pressed his lips to her ear, wishing her goodnight, knowing it was the last touch of his hand, his mouth for an agonizing twenty-two days. She didn't look over at him when he shut the door, she couldn't, she couldn't bear to see the look on his face as she started up the truck and put it in gear, because if she had, she would have slammed on the brakes, jumped out of the truck and ran back to his arms. Instead, she just drove away, not knowing how she was going to make it through the rest of the school year acting as if nothing had happened, but she had to, and she would, or he would lose his job and she wouldn't be allowed to graduate. She pulled out on the road that ran in front of the school, making sure she was far enough away from him so he wouldn't see her reach up and wipe the tears from her eyes.

Because she wanted him more than that damn perfect grade.

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The rest of the school year flew by faster than anticipated.

Madison went to her English class every morning, acting as if nothing had happened between her and Mr. Bradford, walking past him like she always did with her arms wrapped around her books, only this time the scent his cologne hit her just a little bit differently, and she knew he was fisting his hands in his pockets to keep from touching her. She sat at her usual desk and stared out the window while she did her best to ignore him. It was hard, but she managed, even though she snuck a few glances his way while he was sitting behind his desk or stared at his hard ass like she always did when he was writing on the whiteboard, only this time she knew how it felt under her hands, knew the strength of the muscles in his arms and his back even though she had to just admire them from afar.

She didn't incite him with her clothing, she stuck with wearing regular loose-fitting T-shirts and jeans, forgoing the V-necks and anything that was cropped. He didn't pay any extra attention to her either, just treated her the same way he treated every other student in his classroom, and he never held her back after class anymore, it would raise too many suspicions. Even though she caught him looking at her a few times, she quickly looked away and left the classroom as soon as the bell rang. She ignored him in the halls, she didn't stay after school anymore, all in all it was as if nothing had happened between them. The only reminder was the ache that she felt in her stomach and between her legs every time she looked at him.

She had all her assignments done, aced her finals and was graduating with a perfect GPA, her best friend right by her side. She had fallen in love with the dress Dylan had designed for her the second she saw the side-by-side sketches and they went to several stores to find the fabric that would work for her dress and the billowy shirt he had already sketched out for himself paired with a pair of trousers. She liked bright colors and every day was a fashion show for him, so the aqua blue and white polka dot material they both had their eye on was perfect.

She went to Dylan's house for a final fitting a few days before graduation and with the looks and comments they received from their fellow classmates when they strolled arm-in-arm into the common area where everyone was gathering, one hundred percent confirmed that his chance to be a fashion designer was well deserved, especially when he could get the one girl that hid behind baggy clothes and oversized sweatshirts to turn heads in a ruffle trimmed flowy dress and strappy sandals.

Madison looked at Dylan as he tugged the zipper up on her gown, hiding her dress, before he fixed her hair that he had spent an hour curling and styling until in laid in bouncy curls around her shoulders and down her back, pinning her cap in place for her so it wouldn't go anywhere while they were outside in the breeze. She parted her lips when he did, standing still with her fists on her hips as he dabbed her lips with the wand from the tube of cherry flavored red lip gloss, touching up what had worn off when they stopped for a quick bite to eat, giving her lips a little bit of color which she let him convince her to wear, watching out of the side of her eye as a couple of her other classmates still jealously stared at her as she rubbed her lips together. She was wearing a one-of-a-kind handmade dress and they had to buy off the rack. "I wish my dad was here to see me graduate," she said, her cheerfulness fading as he gave her the final once over like the fashionista that he was, making sure nothing was out of place. "Not once has he missed an important event in my life."

"Oh, honey," Dylan sighed, wrapping his arms around his best friend and giving her a hug, being careful not to wrinkle, displace or smudge anything. He knew how much she missed her dad, and the hour-long weekend visits were never enough when he should be there every day, not locked up behind bars and missing one of the biggest milestones in her life. Her dad had even been there for him on a few occasions and treated him like a son instead of his daughter's best friend. "I know, I wish he was here, too." He pulled away from her and clasped her shoulders in his hands, looking her in the eyes. "But we're taking lots of pictures so he can see how fab you look in your dress and as you receive your diploma. It will be just like he was here. Now we're going to slay this graduation, have a kick-ass party afterwards and the best summer of our lives," he said with a sassy wave of his hand and snap of his fingers before he looped his arm around hers, waving others out of their way as he sashayed and she walked beside him over to the rest of their classmates that were starting to line up to make their final walk together to the football field. "And then we're going to take on the world!"

After the ceremony, Madison clutched her diploma, phone and her cap in her hand as she weaved her way through the crowd that had gathered on the field to find her mom. Her height didn't help one bit as she tried to stand on her tiptoes to get a better view, but all she could see was the backsides and chests of everyone that was taller than her. They agreed to meet on the left side of the field at the twenty-yard line and she had no idea where she was at and it wasn't until she heard a familiar voice behind her call out 'munchkin' several times, getting louder as the person got closer to her that made her stop right in the middle of everyone and turn around, instantly tearing up.

"Dad? Dad!" she all but screamed when she saw the intimidating bulk of his body and his bald head through blurry eyes, and she pushed through the crowd of people, most stepping out of her way when they saw the size of the man she was calling for, as she hurried to her father, jumping into his arms as he picked her up, giving her a bear hug and a kiss on her cheek. "Dad," she sobbed, hugging him as tight as she could, tears of overwhelming happiness streaming down her cheeks as she buried her face in her father's strong neck, feeling her mom's arms wrap around her legs, holding her even tighter against her dad's chest as the crowd started to thin out around them. "How did you-- When did you-- I don't care. I'm so happy you're home. I've missed you so much."

Robert wasn't about to let go of his daughter anytime soon, he hadn't been able to hug her since before Christmas and he gave his daughter one last kiss on the cheek before he sat her back down on her feet, pulling her close to his side as he wiped the tears from his face, looking first at his wife and then down at his little girl with nothing but fatherly pride. "I got out this morning. I couldn't tell you guys because of the misconduct investigation. Some high-ranking lawyer in the state's Attorney General office said he was my new counsel and was reopening my case and started asking me all these questions. Next thing I know, I've been exonerated. I got a ride straight here. I wasn't going to miss your graduation for anything, munchkin. I'm so proud of you and I've missed you and your mom so much," he said, hugging them both to his sides, never wanting to leave either of them ever again.

Madison wiped the tears from her face, wrapping her arms around her dad, sobbing again when he said he was proud of her, knowing that she could never tell him how she got that first A on her report card. When he picked her up again and gave her another hug, her eyes scanned the crowd over his shoulder, searching for one person in particular and when her eyes fell on Jacob, she watched as a small smile started to turn up one corner of his mouth before he turned the other direction and disappeared in the crowd that was heading back up to the parking lot. She sniffled and hugged her dad even harder, feeling her phone vibrate in her hand when he sat her back down on her feet again. She turned away from her parents and looked down at the message that had come across her phone screen from an unknown number that could only be from one person. Jacob.

I see you found your graduation present, babydoll. I'll be home all night. 1536 Kingston Loop. Gate code #8963. Come over when you're ready.

She wiped the tears from her eyes, looking over the diminishing crowd again for him but he was gone. She opened his message and sent a quick reply of 'thank you' before tucking her phone away with her diploma and cap and walking from the football field with both of her parents, ecstatic that they were all together once again.

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To Be Continued...

Authors Note: If you want to read about Jacob and Madison's relationship then stay tuned for Part C. If not, thank you for reading and I hope all of you enjoyed my last tail.