Don’t even think about it, bitch. He’s mine. And if I have to torch this school and tear my family apart to keep him, believe me, I will.
4
CHRIS
I’m crumbling.I told Gracie it would only happen once, and I promised myself I’d stay clear of her. But I failed. Monumentally.
I held out as best I could, but resisting her is just not possible.
It’s been three days since I licked her sweetness in my office, and I can still smell her flowery scent every time I take a breath. I’m jerking off to thoughts of her at least twice a day as I picture her naked, taking my cock, her flat little belly plumping up with every thrust as I fill her with my girth.
And her voice, tempting me like a siren.
“Make me…”
I’m walking a dangerous line. She’s Tom’s daughter, and if I let myself go deeper down the rabbit hole with Gracie, I’m going to face consequences that could shatter our relationship. But if I turn Gracie away, she’ll hate me forever. And I can’t take that.
Hell, I don’t even know if Icanturn Gracie away. She’s already made me break my own promise to myself, and now she’s invaded my thoughts. My dreams. Every other thought I have is of her.
No woman has ever had this kind of hold on me. And honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
Thankfully, today we’re having a field trip to a local farm. The school thinks the kids need to be more aware of where food comes from. This means I won’t have to face Gracie, sitting in the front row of my class like a personification of temptation.
Even now, driving to the farm in my car, I can’t stop thinking about those knee-high socks…those thighs…how warm and slick she was against my tongue.
The way she came…it was music to my ears.
Her first orgasm from a man. She didn’t need to tell me. I could tell. I rocked her world. And if I don’t find some new source of resistance, it’s going to happen again…
…and again, and again, and again.
I dig into my pocket and find my treasure. Gracie’s panties. Pressing them to my nose, I inhale deeply. My cock flexes beneath my pants as her scent hits me like a drug, igniting nerve endings all through my body.
Desperate need flows through me, drawing me out, and I have to clench my jaw hard to bring my focus back to the road.
You’re driving! Pay attention!
Angrily, I stuff her panties back into my pocket but keep my hand there. My most precious item. A keepsake of a moment I will never forget.
When I reach the farm,the bus is already there, and the girls are standing around the cow pasture, watching, pointing, and giggling. I pull in but stay in my car, doing breathing exercises to get my erection down. I can’t go out there hard as steel.
But when I see Gracie skipping around, her skirt threatening to fly up, my blood goes hot, and my heart starts pounding.
I’m fucking dying.
Dying to get my hands on her. I’m so fucking horny I’d grab her and fuck her right there in the mud just to get inside her. Claim her. Make her mine.
My possessive instincts are going full-bore. My hands clench on their own as I picture her bent over, me gripping her by the waist and pulling her back onto my arousal.
My lust is painful.
I don’t just want to fuck her, either. No. I want to come inside her. Breed her. Get her nice and pregnant and keep her.
Jesus, I’ve never felt like this before. It’s actually driving me insane. My head is aching, and I keep licking my lips as I think back to when I was licking her clit, causing her body to shake with ecstasy.
She has no idea what she’s in for.
She probably thinks it’s fun to tease me, tempt me, sneak into my office and flash her skin at me. But does she know what kind of trouble she’s asking for? What will happen if I fully succumb and give my life to her?
