Page 80 of That Pucking New Girl

Noor didn’t need me to flick her bean at all, that’s how keyed up she was.

“That’s not…what I said,” I grunt, biting her lip. My hips piston and thrust mercilessly, refusing to focus on our exchange of words. I meant to call her a cum slut, or even worse, a cum dumpster, but that’s not what I said.

“Alastair, pull out,” she whines. “You can’t come inside me.”

“Why not?” I ask, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Her whimpers are lost as I muffle them, and I desperately want her to come again.

My hand ghosts over her skin, and her scars are prominent as I rub her thigh with my thumb. She’s too distracted to notice my fascination with them. I should judge her for these, but then I remember the way she fights me.

What the fuck could be so terrible for her to do this to herself?

I possessively rub her clit to wring another orgasm out of her, and pin her wrists behind her back so I can adjust my position.

Grunting in disgruntlement, I move to the teacher’s desk and lay her there so I can hold her down here while I rearrange her insides.

“Oh fuck,” Noor whines.

“That’s what I’m doing,” I smirk. Her short hair fans out beneath her head, and her tits bounce as I pound into her cunt. “Don’t move your wrists, Noor.”

I push her thighs out wide so I can watch her pussy take my cock, smirking proudly as it stretches around me.

I’m not fucking pulling out. I want to watch the way my cum drips out of her. If I could plug her cunt, I would.

Noor’s eyes roll as I push her thighs up higher, her whine telling me that I’m hitting exactly where I want.

“Your dick should be illegal,” she says, her chest heaving.

There’s nothing special with my cock. It’s curved well and thick, but it’s not magical or anything. I’m an observer. I watch the way her face changes, listen to her noises, and then act accordingly. I actually care if she comes or not, and that’s not normal for me.

Girls want me for my popularity status, the fact that I’m a hockey player, but Noor couldn’t care less about that shit. She despises jocks for all the toxic masculine bullshit they’re known for.

That’s okay. I like watching her break apart for me. She’s close. I can tell. Her thigh muscles tremble, and I raise one of them over my shoulder to kiss her inner thigh.

Noor’s eyes widen as she watches me. She’s spread out on Dr. Wright’s desk like the perfect dessert. Her pink nipples are hard as diamonds, and her skin is dimpled with goosebumps. I don’t want this to end, but I wasn’t kidding when I said that I was worried someone would find us.

“I want to see you explode on my cock, baby,” I rumble. My thumb and pointer move to her clit, and she makes a sound as if she knows what I’m about to do. “Get there.”

I pinch her clit hard, and her lower half flinches upward. Noor’s hands escape their prison and cover her mouth as she muffles her screams.

“Fuck. So goddamned perfect. That’s it, baby,” I groan, my head dropping back as I pump her cunt full of my cum. My dick twitches as her arms drop onto the desk.

Noor’s are blown wide with lust, but I know better than to do anything normal like kiss her now that we’re done. The moment has passed, and I can see her gaze change to horror.

“Alastair,” she says, sighing. “I’m not on birth control, you ass.”

“I thought all girls went on that shit at sixteen,” I say.

Damn. Condoms are bullshit after feeling her velvety heat without one. I refuse. I should be more worried about her words than I actually am. This is casual, not real.

I’m not responsible for the aftermath. I can’t be.

Noor pulls her leg away from me and kicks my chest, making me cough. Damn, that hurt more than I thought it would.

“That’s the most ridiculous, misogynistic thing I’ve ever heard you say,” she grumbles.

My cock is still nestled in her wet cunt, and I wince as I pull slowly out of her. Noor’s hiss punctuates her body writhing as I slide along her overstimulated nerve endings, making me chuckle.

“Ugh, you’re making a mess.”