“Go on. Or are you incapable of completing this exceedingly simple task?” Beck arched a disapproving brow.
“I can’t concentrate. You both keep looking at me, and it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I…”
“You what?” Seth’s eyes narrowed.
“I-I get…wet.”
Beck’s cock throbbed worse than a toothache.
Seth raised a disapproving brow. “Is that another lie?”
“No. I swear. I-I can’t help it.”
“I don’t believe you. Raise your skirt. Show us.”
Heavenly bit her bottom lip and lifted her hem, exposing her pussy again. Sure enough, she looked even juicier.
Shoving down his desperate hunger, Beck moved in. “Spread your legs and beg him to feel for himself.”
The pulse point at her neck kicked up. Her breathing shallowed. His little girl was turning them inside out.
Seth darted him a furtive I-told-you-so smirk before settling a weighty stare on their “pupil.”
“He’s waiting.” Beck knew he didn’t sound patient.
She eased one foot a scant few inches from the other. “Please?—”
“Wider,” Beck demanded. “Enough for him to get his big hands between your quivering little-girl thighs.”
Heavenly gasped as she widened her stance.
“Good girl.” Beck nodded approvingly. “Principal Cooper will continue. I’ll supervise.”
Heavenly cast a nervous glance at Seth. “I’m not lying. Touch me, Sir. You’ll see for yourself how wet I am.”
“So pretty.” Seth dragged his fingers through her saturated folds and over her clit. She bit her lip and quivered, her heavy lids sliding shut. And when he plunged his fingers inside her, she tossed her head back with a wail of pleasure.
“She’s telling the truth, Principal Beckman. She’s drenched. I think you should check, too.” Seth withdrew his glistening fingers and licked them clean. “Just to be sure.”
The scent of her arousal hung in the air, driving Beck out of his mind as he approached. With a moan, he petted her. When she whimpered, he speared her with two fingers.
“Yes…” Heavenly pushed back, grinding against his hand.
Beck laved his way up her neck. “She’s not just drenched; she’s gushing.”
“She is,” Seth agreed with a groan in his voice. “But we still have a problem with Miss Young’s concentration.”
“Help me. I-I can’t focus when you touch me like this.”
Beck loved the way her eyes begged.
“Do you want to disappoint us?” He massaged her G-spot as he dragged her back to the chalkboard, delighting in the way she frantically shook her head. “No? Then keep writing, little girl.”
She gripped the chalk with shaking hands and closed her eyes with a moan.
Seth glowered. “Do I need to take the paddle to your pretty white backside again?”
“No, Sir.”
