CHAPTER EIGHT
Stone
The gasp that left her lips was breathy and enchanting.
“You have to have me?” she breathed, eyes wide. I thought I might melt into those pools of caramel, she was so innocent yet so knowing at once. “What do you mean?”
“All I mean baby,” I rumbled deep in my throat, a big hand stroking her gleaming haunches, rubbing that generous ass, “is that I’ve already tasted your hymen and I’m going to be the man that breaks it.”
Evie immediately flushed, her body going hot in my arms, and damn but I loved it. I loved how she was so sensitive to my touch, my words, my everything, it made me feel ten miles tall.
I nodded again, firm.
“I’m gonna be your first, Evie,” I said simply. “So get ready baby girl.”
And the brunette melted in my arms then, her soft flesh pressed against my hard chest, those big boobs dying for a kiss, a taste.
“Now?” she breathed. “Mr. Phillips, there’s only twenty minutes until next class but I could skip,” she offered, a full-body flush running through her form, making her heat up in my arms.
And I almost lost it then but forced myself to resist. Twenty minutes was nowhere near enough time, nothing close to what I had planned for the delectable little treat in front of me. I wanted to spread her out and ravish her for hours, so I slapped Evie’s bottom and let out a low growl.
“Hell no,” I ground out. “I’m not going to have your first time be rushed and hasty, that’s no way to treat a virgin. I want you to love it baby, to eat it up, to come for ages and we don’t have enough time right now. After I’m done with you,” I added wickedly, “you’re going to be shaking for hours, little girl, hours,” I stressed.
And Evie colored again, her breath coming faster, nips hardening even more. I swear I felt a gush through my pant leg, her pussy was creaming with so much anticipation for her first fuck.
“When then? Tomorrow?” she breathed, her eyes bright, her lips slightly parted.
And I laughed again, a deep rumble low in my throat.
“Tomorrow,” I nodded. Hey, I needed to get in the little girl just as badly. “Meet me here after school and I’ll have it all planned,” I said smoothly, licking again up her neck, making her sigh and tremble.
But the brunette couldn’t wait. She jumped off my lap and began struggling into her clothes, eyes bright, curls bouncing.
“Oh my god, Mr. Phillips, this is gonna be amazing,” she said, all the while shooting me a sweet smile. “Should I bring anything? Condoms? Lube?”
And I chuckled again. Trust my little A student to think of everything, to be prepared.
“Naw, I got it,” I said casually. “But before you go …”
And the girl paused, looking at me as she slipped her skirt on.
“What? What is it?” she asked breathily.
And here, I opened my desk drawer, the metal screeching slightly on its wheels. I reached inside for a plastic baggie and pulled out a grape I’d packed the night before.
“I want you to have something to remember me by,” I said smoothly. “Come here,” I beckoned.
And wearing only her high heels and panties, her skirt dropping at her feet once more, the girl glided, as if mesmerized towards me, her eyes fixed on the grape.
“Bend over,” I commanded.
The brunette did as told, facing away from me, her ass in the air, those creamy orbs delicious, so smooth and silky that I almost lost my resolve, almost took her right then and there.
But first things first. I hooked a finger into her panties and pulled the wet fabric to her side, baring that steamy cunt. Again, I almost lost my nuts and buried my face in her snatch, ready to dive into that female essence, the wet folds so tasty, so meaty, so right.
But using iron control, I forced myself into action. With one finger I parted her pussy lips so that her vaginal passage was revealed, the little hole dripping and tight. With my other hand, I slipped the grape up her channel, pushing it in just an inch or two so that her lips closed snugly over the fruit.
“Ohhh,” Evie moaned, eyes closed, head between her knees. “Ohhhh.”
And I dropped a kiss on her ass then.
“Sleep with it in you,” I commanded, my eyes ravenous. “I want to find it in you tomorrow, baby girl, it better be there still.”
And with a last smack on her ass, I licked her pussy once as a good-bye, savoring the sweet taste of her cum … and as a preview of tomorrow.