AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Yeah." I nod.
"Plan on telling me what this mysterious plan is?"
"No. Let's get out of here before we get stuck in the drill. The last thing either of us need is the scandal of a firefighter walking in on me fucking the shit out of you on my desk."
I seal the promise with a firm slap to her ass, gripping her tight and pulling her in close. My mouth captures hers with my hand slipping inside her shorts to dip inside her wet pussy. She moans and holds onto my shoulders.
"Fuck, what are you doing to me, Mr. Montoya?" she pants with lust coating her words.
"Making sure you remember whose pussy this belongs to. I don't want this pussy or that mouth entertaining any other cock. Do you understand me, Madison?"
"Yes," she whimpers, her breathing ragged.
"Come for me, Madison."
Her mouth makes the cutest ‘o’ shape as her eyes close, and I cover her moans with another kiss. Her walls squeeze and release my fingers until they're soaking wet with her release.
Pulling away from her abruptly, our eyes lock. "You'd better head out before Eddie comes back around to check on me."
4
MADISON
The soft knocks on my bedroom door after the sound of the doorbell ringing force me to turn my music down. My room is an oasis of solitude from my parents. The stupidly large home we live in has two floors with four bedrooms on the top floor. My bedroom is at one end, and theirs is at the other. Three bathrooms and two bedrooms give us plenty of space to avoid crossing paths.
"Yeah?"
My mother, Tina, opens the door with a grin on her face. "You could have warned me your teacher wanted to speak to your father and me."
"Which teacher?"
"Mr. Montoya. He said that he told you to let us know he'd be stopping by?—"
"He's a liar," I snarl. I have no idea what Mason's playing at, but this game is interesting. I just don't want my parents involvedin my business. They might do something crazy, like make him stop seeing me or get him fired.
My mom purses her lips and eyes me with an inquisitive glare. "Maddie, you've been making this senior year very difficult for no other reason than to spite us. I'm leaning toward it slipping your mind. Lucky for you, we're actually staying home this evening. Now, put on something respectable and come have dinner with us."
"When you say us, do you mean just you and Dad?"
"No, Mr. Montoya is here, too. Come on, Maddie, and be on your best behavior." She leaves my room, and I glance at myself in the mirror. A wall-to-ceiling mirror hides a sliding door to my closet but lets me glance at my room through the reflection. Black furry carpet sits under my black bed, canopy with sheer curtains and gold embellishments.
Gold trim frames everything in my room. It's the compromise I agreed to since they wouldn't let me paint my walls black. One black accent wall with light gray walls has thin swirling gold lines that let me lose myself in my own world. A world where my parents aren't hassling me about my plans for the future.
The reflection of my body, my face, I'm not ready to see Mason. While my blonde hair looks decent enough in a high ponytail, my shirt isn't showing enough skin. My sweatpants are too loose. It takes less than a minute to slip out of my clothes to put on a perfectly respectable sundress. It's cut low enough to show the roundness of my tits and high enough to give Mason a show if I bend over.
When I come bouncing down the stairs, it surprises me to see Mason and my parents having a lively conversation. It can'tbe about me since they don't have matching expressions of disappointment.
"Maddie, why didn't you tell me your teacher was the son of Barron Montoya?" my father asks with pride.
"I don't even know who that is," I tell my father with a scathing look. "Besides, Mr. Montoya's new to the school."
"Forgive our daughter's ignorance, Mr. Montoya," my father says.
"Please, Harold. Call me Mason. You have a lovely home and a lovely family. I'll be sure to let my father know about this welcoming reception." Mason's tone is smooth and charismatic. Even at his younger age, he's a leap ahead of me in the real world.
"Why don't you join us for dinner?" My mother invites him to stay, and I'm ready to scream. He's in my house when his fingers were just in my pussy a few hours ago.
"I'd love to," Mason says with a devious smile.
