I feel so fucking wrong right now. Like, bad. Real bad. When we pull into the school parking lot, the sun has started to set. There’s not a car in sight. We park in the corner of the lot and step out, staring at the school doors.

“You sure we can go in during afterhours?” he asks me.

“I work here. I can go into my office at any time.”

“Right,” he says. “I forgot. We’re just getting some papers for you to grade later.”

“That is correct,” I say with a smile. “Papers.”

I walk ahead of him and I know he’s staring at my tight ass. In this dress, it looks perfect. It juts out just enough to drive a man crazy, which is why I picked it out in the first place. Not to mention, it hugs the tops of my thighs. One has to wonder what’s underneath. Shit, even women eye me on the street when I wear this.

I slide the key into the lock, turn it slowly, and feel the hard click of it opening up. I think about how hard his cock was the other night and suddenly feel very wet between my legs. I think about him opening me up and my throat gets tight. My heart starts to pound and my face feels warm as I open the school doors.

We both walk inside, giggling, and I close the doors behind me, making sure no one has seen us come in from the outside. “Come on,” I tell him, running through the halls. “My room is just down here!”

He jogs to keep up with me, shaking his head. “If your students only knew how bad you were,” he calls out.

“If they knew,” I say, out of breath, “they’d try to get away with everything.”

I finally get to my door and I open it quickly. The sunlight has finally moved past the fog and is shining in through the classroom windows. I sit on the center of my desk and wait for him to enter. When he does, my legs are spread. In his view is my dress and it’s open, exposing my panties with a wet center.

“Hello, Mr. Handy Man,” I mutter.

His smile drops and he walks forward, slowly. He doesn’t say a word. He just places his body between mine and leans forward, kissing me deeply. His tongue slides back and he glances down.

“You’re wet,” he says, still not smiling.

I can’t say a word. I try to breathe, but I’m shaking. “Don’t be nervous,” he says. “I’m only here to fix your leaky pipe.”

I smile, but I know what’s next. I’ve been waiting for it for days now, even though I know how big his cock is. I muster the courage to reach forward and grab his belt buckle. I undo his leather belt and take off his jeans, while he rips off his undershirt. He stands in front of me, completely naked.

He’s hard. He’s, well, solid and extremely thick.

“Jesus,” I mutter, choking on my saliva.

He places his fingers under my chin and moves my head up. “It’s going to be okay, sweetie,” he says, kissing me one more time. He moves downward and kisses around my neck, shooting endorphins through me. I start to relax and breathe better, and he runs his hand over my wetness.

I breathe out as he places his cock against my clit, sliding it over me. He doesn’t push it in me. Not yet, at least. He just feels me, pushing my wetness all over his shaft. I can feel his bone grow bigger and bigger, until finally, I say the words: “Fuck me.”

He nods and grabs his member, pushing it against my lips. At first, it seems as if it’s not going to go in. However, with a slight forceful thrust, it slides right in, pushing against my g-spot almost immediately. It’s too much to handle, in the best way possible.

He slides back out before pushing in deeper again, and I just lose it. My toes curl back and I begin to shake. “You can cum for me, baby,” he says. “It’s okay.”

But I’m already there. I’m cumming so fucking fast, and so fucking hard that it’s almost unsettling. I can’t wrap my head around what’s going on. I’ve never cum this fast before. It’s almost as if his cock was designed for fucking me. “Oh,” I moan, unable to even speak. My throat closes and then opens and I fall back.

He, of course, drops to his knees to taste me, stroking his cock now. He sucks on my pussy and groans in satisfaction, rising back up to take control of my body. “You like this cock, don’t you, baby,” he asks me.

I nod. “Maybe a bit too much,” I say.

“Well, I love this beautiful pussy,” he says. I can’t help but blush when he talks about me like this. “And I love those lips. I love seeing how they wrap around my cock. I love how tight you are. I love feeling how deep I can go and how wet I make you.”

“You make me so wet,” I say. He starts to thrust harder, and much faster. “So fucking wet. This is crazy.”

He pushes the desk back against the whiteboard and papers go flying. I’m too much in heaven to give a shit about the kid’s iambic pentameters right now. Right now, I’m getting a lecture on sex education and it’s nothing like what they taught me when I was in junior high.

He picks me up, holding my thighs, and carefully walks over to the sidewall. He thrusts upward, pushing my back against the painted brick. “I’m going to cum inside you,” he says. All I can do is nod. I want him to. I know it’s reckless, but I want to be reckless. I want to be crazy. I want to risk everything right now.

Apparently, so does he.

We kiss while he fucks me, in and out, in and out, and his tongue slides directly across mine. I can feel his muscles tense up, his breath quickening. Finally, something stops inside him. He almost stops thrusting, but manages to push in deep one last time. His lips wrap around mine and we both moan as we feel it.

He cums and he cums a lot. We slowly fall to the floor, my legs still wrapped around him. I swear, he’s still cumming even when I’m straddling him on the floor.

When it’s over, he opens his eyes and looks at me like I’m the Madonna or something. “My God,” he says. “I can’t believe someone like you has come to a place like Canton.”

“You better believe it,” I say, throwing my arms around his perfectly chiseled chest. I hate to say it, but I really am starting to go gaga over this guy’s physique. He’s powerful. He’s capable. And he’s so fucking confident. Maybe his job isn’t the greatest, but this guy is a fucking war hero, for Christ’s sake. He’s a true man, the way men should be.

“So now what do you want to do?” I laugh.

“Come to my place,” he says, smiling. “We’ll watch a movie or something. We can order pizza.”

“I can’t,” I say. “I’ve got class in the morning,” I groan.

“No you don’t,” he says.

“Oh yeah? What makes you say that?” I ask with a smile.

He holds me close and spins me onto my back. “Because,” he says as he kisses me. “You’re calling out of work. You’re really sick and need a day to get better.”

“Ugh,” I sigh. “You’re a real bastard. You know that, right?”

“Yep,” he says with a grin. “Too bad for you, I guess.”

He’s right. Too bad for me. Now I’m fucking hooked.