I wish I could take his pain away like it never existed.
I caress the side of his face with my hand. He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. His body is vibrating with pent-up rage inside.
“What do you want to do to me? Show me.”
His facial features turn dangerous as he stalks closer to me. He grips my hair, yanking my head back. He glides his tongue from the base of my throat to my ear lobe, where he bites down hard. I whimper at the unexpected pain. He let’s go of my hair, suddenly turning me around.
Maverick’s front is firmly pressed against my back. I can feel his hardness poking me. He pushes me up a little to grasp my right arm to twist up my back, while his left hand wraps around my throat, squeezing. Maverick walks me forward until my upper thighs hit a desk, and then he releases his hold on my throat to twist his hand in my hair, slamming me onto the desk. The breath leaves my body with the impact.
He lifts my skirt, pulling my panties down to my thighs before pummeling my backside with strike after strike. The sounds echo throughout the room. I jump at the first slap, caught off guard.
“This is what you do to me, Cocoa. I crave you more than my next breath.”
His words hold sincerity. He growls as he continues his abuse on my ass.
When Maverick is done, he softly runs his hand along my bruised ass. He kicks my legs open wider with his foot. I feel the jingle of his belt buckle as he undoes it, the cool metal sliding against my heated flesh. I feel his dick at my entrance. I moan as he works his thickness in and out of my tight wet hole. He twists my arm higher up my back, causing me to rise to the tips of my toes.
“Maverick,” I whisper his name in a pledge.
When he’s fully planted in my heat, he pulls back out and slams into me, causing the desk to slide forward. With each punishing thrust, the desk moves more.
“Oh, God,” I groan.
The bell rings, and within seconds, I hear footsteps and the chatter of our classmates.
“Stop, Maverick, stop. Someone could hear. You didn’t lock the door.”
“I can’t stop.”
I grip the desk with my left hand to keep from falling to the floor, holding on as Maverick rides me.
My pussy flutters, milking his dick as my orgasm overtakes me. A few seconds later, Maverick shouts as he reaches his climax. I look at the door, sure that someone would enter at the sound Maverick made, but no one does.
Maverick’s dick leaves my body as he steps back and releases my arm. He pulls my panties over my ass then reaches his hand between my legs to cup my pussy. He rubs my panties into the cum seeping from my pussy.
“Don’t take these off, leave them on all day.”
I slowly stand up and turn to face him. My pussy, ass, arm, and ear lobe are sore.
“Kiss me,” I say.
He thoroughly tongue kisses me before leaving the classroom.
I stand there with an ache between my legs, my pussy, and panties saturated with his cum.
During lunch, I’m in a daze.
“Cocoa, are you listening to me?” asks Kate.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Are you okay?” asks Kate with concern in her voice.
“I’m fine.”
“You keep fidgeting in your chair like you’re uncomfortable.”
Oh, I’m definitely uncomfortable. My ass is on fire from my earlier activity.
