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“You’re damn right I am,” I snarl, hiking her skirt up over her hips to reveal the most beautiful, juicy little ass I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing a thong, showing off both cheeks that curve up to a slim waist just begging for my hands.

And like before, there’s that tiny little patch of moist fabric. The only thing hiding her virgin pussy from me.

“Bad girls get punished,” I grunt, licking the palm of my hand as my vision narrows, everything in the world blurring buther.“It’s the only way to keep them in line.”

“Am I a bad girl, Mr. Davis—?” she starts to ask, but her voice cuts off as I spank her hard on her left cheek. She lets out a mewl that penetrates my chest as she bucks her hips back. Almost on impulse, I grit my teeth and spank her other cheek.Hard.

“Yeah, you are. You’re abad girl.”

Her ass jiggles, but her flesh is so plump and youthful that it springs back immediately. I’m already picturing what it would look like bouncing back against my thighs while I piston in and out of her from behind.

I spank her again, and this time, I see a tiny line of pearl translucence dripping down her thigh. My bad girl student is horny for me. And I’ve lost my self-control.

I need MORE.

Her ass reddens with my next spank. The desk shakes, and she covers her hands to muffle her moan. The revelation of what I’m doing is not lost to me. This is Tom’s daughter. She’s beyond off-limits. I’m also at school. In my goddamn office. We could be interrupted at any moment.

I’ve never crossed this line. Never been tempted by a student. But then again, Gracie’s not really a student. Not technically.

Standing behind her, I can smell her pheromones radiating out from her pussy. A sweet freshness like a smooth, buttery tea that has me salivating.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m down on my knees with my nose pressed against her soaked panties. A deep inhale nearly causes me to pass out. I grab her ass cheeks with both hands and spread her, allowing me deeper access.

I’m losing all control…

I’m harder than I’ve been in years. I’ve got my best friend’s daughter, who’s half my age, bent over my desk in my office with her skirt hitched up over her hips and my nose buried in her fresh pussy.

“You wore this outfit to tease me, didn’t you, Gracie?” I growl, my gravelly voice vibrating into her soft flesh. She slumps forward, scattering items from my desk onto the floor. “To get me to do this.”

“Whateverdo you mean?” she snarks coyly, fueling my desire.

I’ve lost it. Holding back is no longer an option. I extend my index finger, hook the hem of her panty line, and am ready to pull when the bell rings again. Time for next period.

“Fuck,” I growl, slumping back like a deflated balloon.

Gracie twists and smooths her skirt down. Looking up at her, reality crashes down on me like a meteor.

This is Tom’s daughter, you prick! What were you thinking?!

My chest is heaving, and her lips are plump, just begging to be kissed. I know her pussy is dripping too, and her ass is red from my punishment. I want more, but I can’t have it.

It takes every bit of strength I have to stand. With the back of my hand, I wipe the sweat from my eyes, and once I’m looking down at her, I see the consequences of what will happen if I let this continue.

My brain may understand, but my body is still raging. My lips are twitching, rioting against the words I know I must speak. But with my eyes on her, a tornado of seductive innocence, I simply can’t.

With a deep breath, I close my eyes and form a blank slate in my mind.I am a teacher. Tom’s friend. I’m no saint, but this is wrong.

“Gracie, this can’t happen again…”

The moment stretches on in silence until I finally open my eyes to her staring back at me, eyes narrow. I brace myself for her response, waiting for her to lash out, call me names. Maybeeven just storm out of the school and go home, seeing as how she’s not really a student here.

But to my surprise, she simply runs a finger over her lips and nods.

“Okay. Sure.”

Her voice says one thing, but her eyes say otherwise.

I see the tease, the tempting, the little game she’s playing as she walks past me and unlocks the door.