“Siegfried,” I moan when the tip of his cock kisses my opening. I thought when he said he wanted to cum inside of he ant my mouth. I brace my hands on his shoulders because as much as I want to taste him, I need this more. I want him to fill up and hold close. I longed for that connection with him even when he was going down on .
“You want that, don’t you, little flower? This way you can feel all day.” I whimper my response. What I want even more is to drop all the way down on his thick length. “Don’t be a bad girl. It’s not ti for that,” he says, reading my mind. “Touch your clit,” he orders.
I don’t hesitate to do as I’m told because I want to please him. My fingers go to my clit as he starts to jack off. I stare down at his cock that’s barely pressed inside of . It’s the sweetest tease because even with only the tip I can already feel myself stretching. I’m not sure how it will ever fit all the way inside but I want to try.
“Fuck, your pussy is greedy. It’s trying to pull in.” Another whimper leaves , and my sex flutters around the head of his cock, begging him to either thrust or fill with his release. I want it so badly that my whole body is once again aching. I need so part of him deeper in my body. “Cum and I’ll give it to you since you’ve been such a good little girl for .”
“Siegfried!” I cry out. His praise is more than I can take, and pleasure explodes through my body.
Siegfried lets out a groan as warmth floods . My body goes lax, but Siegfried has a tight hold so that I don’t slide all the way down on his still-hard cock. How does he have so much control? I wiggle and try to push down, but his grip is tight as he lifts off him and his cock slips free.
“No!” I protest.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and kisses , hard and long. His cock jerks against my clit, and I try to rub myself up and down his length so I can get off, but then I feel him smack the side of my ass.
“You went from a good girl to a greedy girl real fucking quickly,” he says after he breaks the kiss and pulls my head back by my hair.
“I want more,” I whine, and he leans in and sucks on my neck.
“You get what you’re given. Understood.”
“Yes, sir.” The words roll off my tongue, and then I lick my lips.
“Fucking hell.” He groans and kisses again before putting back into my seat and straightening my clothes. When he buckles in, he scowls down at my skirt. “Put your panties on,” he orders, and I dig them out of my bag and slip them up my legs. “That’s my good girl.” He pulls my skirt down to cover what he’s done to .
I hate it. I want to crawl back over into his lap and demand more orgasms. I don’t know what he’s done to my body, but I’m addicted to whatever it is. I watch as Siegfried shoves his hard cock back into his pants. Will he drop off and go back ho and jerk off again? Would he have soone who wasn’t a teenager in high school finish what I can’t? I push those stupid thoughts from my head because my emotions are all over the place. Why am I trying to ruin this?
I rub my eyes with the palms of my hands because they’re starting to hurt. My contacts were the last thing on my mind when Siegfried was touching .
“Baby.” Siegfried grabs my chin and then turns my head to look towards him. “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine. It’s just my stupid contacts.” At least I can bla so of the tears in my eyes on that.
“If they bother you, then why do you wear them?” I just shrug, not wanting to admit the truth. “Where are your glasses?”
“In my bag.”
“Get them out,” he orders, and I do as I’m told. After I get the container and take my contacts out, I barely get the lid closed on them before Siegfried is tossing them out the window.
“Hey!” I protest as I slide my glasses on.
“If they hurt, you’re not wearing them. Period, end of discussion,” he declares as he puts the car into drive. “Besides, your glasses are adorable on you.”
Right, adorable. I don’t want to be adorable, I want to be irresistible. He could have easily had his way with , but he didn’t, and I wonder if it’s because I’m not experienced. He said it wasn’t ti for that yet. I hate how the doubt starts to fill my head as we make the drive toward my school. I bet he’s thinking how la it is that he has to drive back to freaking high school.
“I want you to stay away from the boys at school. Do you understand , little flower?” His hand slips under my skirt to cup my sex. “This belongs to until I say otherwise. You got that?”
“Yes,” I whisper, not wanting to think of when he might say otherwise.
“Good girl. Out you go.” He unclips my seatbelt for , and I grab my backpack before slipping from the car. It takes everything in not to glance back at him, and I fail when I make it almost inside the school building. By the ti I turn around, his car is already gone.
“Rosie.” Dalton steps in front of , and I realize I didn’t see him coming. Who am I kidding? I wasn’t paying attention to anything at the mont. All my thoughts were filled with Dalton’s father.
“I saw you get out of his car,” he says, and my eyes widen. Dalton stares down at waiting for a response.
“He saw walking and picked up.” Dalton’s face is unreadable, and I’m not sure if he’s buying it.
“Right.” He suddenly laughs and shakes his head. “You’re not his type, you know, in case you’ve got so stupid crush on him. He likes them experienced and well...” His eyes roam up and down my body. “Those Instagram model types.”
Ouch. “I...ah...I don’t know what you an,” I lie.
“Doesn’t matter. I really am sorry about the other night, and I want to make it up to you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say, and Dalton leans in close to whisper in my ear.
“Do you really want to be a virgin forever? I’d be doing you a favor.” His mouth brushes my cheek, and I jump back.
There’s a set of stairs behind , and I fall backwards before landing hard on my ass. My skirt flies up, but I quickly push it back down. Dalton stands over with a hungry look in his eyes and my stomach turns sour. I hear a few people snicker, and I wonder how many of them have seen my panties.
I push to my feet and walk back toward the car drop-off line. “Rosie!” Dalton calls after , but I ignore him. I’d pulled out my phone to text my sister, planning to tell her I have a headache or sothing. Then I see my phone is busted. Again.
“Seriously!” I mutter to myself. That’s two phones I’ve broken in a matter of two days.
Turning around, I make my way back toward the school because I don’t have any other option. I use the phone in the nurse’s office to call her, and it’s then the nurse notices there’s blood on my shirt. She pushes it up to reveal a scrape on my lower back. I must have hit it against one of the stairs when I fell.
This day started out so perfectly. At least I thought it did. Now I’m thinking I’m in way over my head. My plan for Siegfried and to have a fun fling fizzles out in my mind. He hadn’t even wanted to go all the way. I’m a silly, clumsy girl who has no clue what I’m doing.
How is this supposed to work when my head and heart are already all over the place? If this keeps going, Siegfried will end up destroying both of them.
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