Page 64 of The Headmaster’s Rule

It’s equal parts relief and torment when she wriggles back to unbuckle my belt, pushing my pants down my hips, freeing my cock. Her mouth falls open as she stares at the purple head of it, glistening with precum.

“I want to taste you,” she breathes.

Fuck.

My balls draw up close at the pleading note in her tone, like she’ll die if she doesn’t get my dick in her mouth.

Which is exactly why I say, “Not now. I want the first place I come to be inside you.”

Her jaw unhinges even further. “God,” she whispers, eyes wide and dark. “Hearing you say something so dirty…”

I shoot her a filthy smile. “Just you wait, sweetheart.”

“I can’t wait.”

She shuffles down my lap again, lining up her soaked panties with my aching cock. Her slickness coats me, even through the thin lace, and a groan tears from me.

“Eleanor,” I warn, gritting my teeth. “At this rate I won’t even make it inside you.”

She giggles, biting her lip. “Better get to it, then.”

I look up at her, eyes glittering, cheeks flushed, mouth curled in a naughty smile. I’ve never found her sexier, which is exactly why I don’t fight her when she pulls her panties aside, rubbing her wetness over the head of my cock, before sinking slowly down my length.

After that, I can’t even think.

She says something about being on birth control, but in this moment I couldn’t care any less. Not when her pussy grips me like a glove, warm and wet and perfect.

“Fucking hell,” I grate out, tensing as I grab her hips to still her movements.

Something flashes across her face. Uncertainty, as if she’s worried she’s done something wrong. I smooth her hair with shaking hands.

“You feel amazing. Too good. Go nice and slow for me, baby.”

Her breath shudders out, and she leans forward to brush her mouth over mine. I force myself to relax, to savor the sensation of being inside her. It feels like coming up for air after being underwater too long. The first deep breath I’ve taken in years, if ever. Like she’s my way back to center, the thing I’ve needed all along. The thought makes my chest squeeze, and I stroke her back, her hair, cradle her face as I kiss her softly, reverently.

But the animal inside me takes over, and I begin to move, needing to feel the wet slide of her over my cock. She moans as I grip her hips, thrusting harder.

“Yes, Theo. Like that.”

“That’s it,” I growl. “Say my name while I’m inside you, sweetheart.”

“Theo,” she repeats, meeting my thrusts with the movement of her hips. Her lips come to my forehead, kissing tenderly. “My Theo.”

Oh, God.

My heart swells at the endearment, filling with emotion I can’t begin to face. I focus on the feel of her, the way she bounces on my lap, whimpering.

“You take me so fucking well,” I rasp, pleasure building in my abdomen as I look down at the place where we join. “So perfectly.”

Licking my thumb, I lower it between her thighs, circling it around her swollen clit as I thrust. I’ll make sure she gets there before I do, if it kills me.

She spasms with pleasure, eyes falling closed as she clenches around my dick, grinding against my hand, chasing her release.

“Yes, take it,” I grit out. “Take it all.”

I dip my head to suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue. Her fingers thread into my hair, grasping as she moans, and I drag my mouth over her collarbone, dropping open-mouthed kisses on her hot skin.

“Look at you, so good at riding my cock.”