sakura
On Wednesday, Callan returned to school. I had really wished that he’d stayed home this entire week, but he’d said he had work to do. And secretly, I believed that work was to do me any possible chance he could find because he cornered me in his classroom during lunch.
“I’m ready for lunch,” he said, placing me on his desk and moving between my legs.
When he ripped my thong off me, I giggled. “Someone’s feeling better.”
He slid his hands up my bare thighs, lifting them off the desk and holding them apart. He moved his chair closer to the desk and rested one of my thighs on his shoulder, his stubble tickling my inner thigh.
I wasn’t sure if he had found the person who had sent me that head yet, but he’d asked me to let him handle it, so I was going to. No more fighting him to do something a certain way or not to do it at all because I’d learned the hard way that he did what he wanted.
“I’ve been thinking about this since Sunday,” he grunted, then dipped his head and placed his hot mouth right onto my salivating cunt. He trailed his fingers down my legs to my pussy lips and gently pulled my folds apart to give himself better access.
He flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin and sent a wave of ecstacy throughout my entire body. Another grunt escaped his mouth, and I clenched. He started off slowly, licking and sucking on the sensitive bud.
But then his hunger seized control of him.
Burying his face deeper between my legs, he savagely sucked and licked and tormented my aching clit. My juices decorated his stubble as he closed his eyes to enjoy me. I wrapped my arm under the leg not resting on his shoulder and pulled myself apart for him.
“C-Callan,” I moaned and thrust a hand into his hair and pulled his face closer to my pussy as he lapped at my juices, like it was his first taste. “P-please don’t stop. It feels too gooood.”
He pushed two thick fingers into my pussy and stretched out my hole, pumping them in and out of me while he flicked his tongue across my clit. I whimpered, my legs beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
“I want that IUD out of you now,” he growled.
“R-right in the middle of the classroom?!” I exclaimed.
Maybe it was his dirty mouth getting to me, but I wanted him to do it so badly. I wanted—needed—him to fill me to the brim with his cum. Force me to get pregnant. To carry his child. To ruin my sweet and innocent facade.
He stood up and pulled down his pants, taking his hard cock in his hand.
“It’s lunchtime, Sakura, and your pussy is hungry to swallow my cum.”
Fuck. I tightened around him, breath hitched. “Pull it out of me then.”
“No,” he said, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit. “You do it.”
“Me?” I squealed.
“Take those strings and pull,” he ordered.
My eyes widened, heart pounding inside my chest. I couldn’t … I couldn’t believe that this was happening right here and right now. We were in the middle of lunch period. Anyone could come in at any moment.
“Pull it out or not,” he said, drawing a hand over my stomach, “I’m going to fill this belly with my cum one day.”
“F-fill it up?” I whispered, pussy tightening around him.
“Make it round.”
A moan escaped my lips, and I tightened even more around him. “P-please.”
“Let me see how much of a desperate Redwood slut you are then,” he ordered.
I plunged my fingers inside myself, snatched the IUD strings between my fingers, and watched him stroke his cock. Pleasure completely grabbed hold of me, and I pulled the strings until a slight pain spread throughout my lower back and the IUD slid out of me.
“Oh fuck,” Callan grunted, immediately thrusting into me like a wild animal.
I didn’t even have any time to react before he grabbed my body and slammed into me repeatedly. I threw my head back, the pain quickly subsiding and delight rushing through my body at the mere thought of Callan loving it so much that he couldn’t control himself at all.
“Beg me to get you pregnant.”
“Please, Mr. Avery,” I whimpered. “C-come inside me.”
He wrapped his hand around my throat. “I said, beg me to get you pregnant.”
Heat coursed through my body. “Get me pregnant. God, please, get me pregnant!”
He grunted savagely. “Everyone’s going to wonder who gave the quiet, shy valedictorian a baby. What’re you going to say when people ask whose child you’re carrying?” He reached down between my thighs and began rubbing my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. “Are you going to tell them that it’s your teacher’s? That you were such a pretty little slut for him that he gave you detention just so he could fill you?”
“C-Callan!” I cried, the pressure growing between my thighs.
“God, it’s going to be so fucking satisfying, watching you walk around Redwood with my baby in your belly for the next nine months,” he growled, slamming deeper into me. “You’re going to have my child before you fucking graduate.”
“God,” I moaned, “it’s so wrong.”
“So fucking dirty, baby. You’re so fucking dirty for me.”
He continued to pump wildly into me, thrusting to my cervix every single time, his huge cock filling up every inch of my tight little hole. I grasped tightly around the edge of his desk, eyes rolling back into my head.
“Barely even a few weeks ago, you hadn’t even sucked a cock before,” he murmured into my ear, his stubble brushing against the soft skin of my neck. “And now, look at you. A pro at swallowing cum and getting stuffed full with it. Are you ready to come for me?”
When I nodded, he pinched both my nipples between his fingers and tugged harshly on them, pushing me hard over the edge. I cried out, pleasure crashing through my body.
He slammed his cock into me. “Get”—he thrust deeper—“you”—deeper—“fucking”—deeper—“pregnant.” Even deeper.
He grunted and stilled, stacking me on his desk and letting his cum slide to my cervix. “Just like I promised.”