Three weeks later…
“Pick up those feet, Z!” Coach Everett Long bellows, sounding much like a grizzly bear.
Zane waves both middle fingers in the air but runs a little faster.
I smirk before turning to look at Everett. “How’s he doing?”
He scratches at his stubbly jaw and shrugs. “He could do better…” He cups his hands and yells. “BUT HE’S A LITTLE GIRL!”
Zane mutters off some curse words, but I see him pick up his pace. He has a slight limp and his face is red, but he’s really trying.
“We’re getting there,” Everett says with an evil grin.
“How’s the love life?” I wince because I sound like a pussy. But it’s not like I can talk to anyone else about this.
His eyes narrow and he regards me with suspicion. “Fine. Why?”
I run my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh. “I don’t know. You just seem happier. I know you’re dating someone. Nobody makes your grumpy ass smile and yet I catch you doing it from time to time.”
He tilts his head up to the sky and I catch a small smile tugging at his lips. “Like I said,” he says, dropping the quick look of happiness. “Fine. Why?”
“I just…” I trail off and pinch the bridge of my nose.
“Is this about you or me?” he demands, a slight edge to his voice.
Our eyes meet and I frown at him. “Me.”
His shoulders relax and he does grin this time. “I didn’t know you were dating someone. Does Momma Beth know about this?”
I laugh because if my mom knew, she’d already be all up in my business. That’s how she is and not just my business. Everyone’s. Mom dealt with Everett more often than not when we were in high school together, and instead of calling her Vice Principal Renner, he loved to terrorize her and call her Momma Beth. Eventually it stuck. She had to help him channel all of his aggressions so he’d stop beating up all the assholes at our school. I think he just used lacrosse as a reason to whack people with a stick. If it hadn’t been for Mom pushing him into that sport, he would’ve probably gotten into the bad kind of trouble instead of going to college on a full-ride athletic scholarship.
I glance over at Zane. I definitely see a lot of Everett in Zane, which is exactly why I pushed him to mentor him a bit.
“Momma Beth does not know about this,” I say with a smile. “She’d have the wedding all planned out if she did.”
“Or the funeral if the girl wasn’t good enough for her precious.” He grins wickedly at me.
“Asshole,” I mutter. “She called me that one time. One time. I’ll never live that shit down.”
He snorts with laughter. “Never, precious.” His eyes snap up and he bellows again. “Your grandma runs faster than that, Mullins!”
Zane shakes his head but picks his pace up again as he darts around the track.
“She’s young,” I mutter, suddenly going serious.
Both of Everett’s brows lift in surprise. “How young?”
I look around me to make sure no one is listening. “Like very young.”
Understanding dawns in his eyes. I expect a brutal verbal lashing from the mean ass coach. Instead, he simply scowls. “Legal?”
“Yeah.” I rub at the tension on the back of my neck. “But I could lose my job.”
There. It’s out there. I, Principal Renner, am fucking a student.
“Shit,” he mutters.
“Yeah.”
“Is she cool?”
“She’s not going to run around blabbing it to anyone if that’s what you mean,” I say with a frown.
He arches a brow. “You mean like you just did?”
I clench my jaw. “She’s cool.”
“So if she’s of legal age and you both consent, as long as you keep your mouth shut, I don’t see what the problem is,” he says, a slight bite to his voice. Almost as if…
“Who is this girl you’re seeing?” I ask abruptly.
His features become stony and he ignores me to yell at Zane again. “This isn’t a petting zoo, turtle! Move!”
“You’re not going to tell me.”
“Nope.”
“Thanks a lot, asshole.”
“You see,” he says without looking my way. “My girl is cool too. Your girl, my girl, me. We’re all cool. You, on the other hand, you’re not cool. You’re a goodie-goodie hell-bent on ratting your own self out.” He turns and pins me with a hard glare. “You’re a good principal. I don’t want to see you lose your job because you can’t be fucking cool for three and a half more months until graduation.”
I let out a sigh. He’s right. Nobody has to know.
“Everything’s great,” Elma tells Mateo on the phone, her voice cheery, despite the fact she’s naked in my bed. A gasp escapes her when I begin kissing between her breasts. “Oh, nothing. I’ve been working out for volleyball, so I’m out of breath.”
I bite her stomach and she sends me a furious glare. It’s cute how she gets all feisty any time I pay too much attention to her soft skin there. To keep from getting a slap to the head, I continue my trek down to her pussy. We’ve been together going on a month now. At school it’s all business—well, aside from the occasional ass whipping in my office—but at home, I can really have her the way I want.
And right now, I want her squirming as she talks to her dad while his friend eats out her pussy. I’m impressed at her ability to carry on a conversation with my tongue lapping at her cunt. I can hear Mateo blabbing away, so he probably doesn’t notice her heavy breathing or the occasional stifled moan. At a leisurely pace, I suck on her clit and the lips of her pussy while I fingerfuck her.
At first, Elma was shy, but now that we’ve had sex at least once a day for weeks, she’s getting to be a wild little minx in the sheets. Demanding as fuck. And that makes me hard as fuck. Not a night goes by where I don’t sleep with her sexy little body pressed against mine.
She keeps the nightmares away.
With her up against me, the terrors stay in the past.
For the first time in forever, I feel free.
Because of her.
My goddamn beautiful girl.
“I’ll see you for your birthday,” she says. “And then you can watch me play my game the next day. Love you too, Dad.”
She hangs up and sits up on her elbows to glare at me.
“What?” I ask, pulling away long enough to look at her innocently.
“You make things hard.”
I laugh at her. “Oh, baby, you make things very hard.”
Her lips quirk up on one side. I love her like this, late in the evening when her makeup is gone and her hair is wild. She’s beautiful no matter the time of the day, but this time is my favorite. It’s a time where she doesn’t have volleyball practice and I don’t have work. It’s just us. Quiet and sweet.
I slip my fingers from within her pussy and grin at her. “Do you trust me?”
She nods without hesitation. “You know I do.”
It’s the same thing I ask her every time I ease a finger into her ass. Tonight’s no different. Her nostrils flare and her focus becomes intense. Gently, I fuck the hole I’ve slowly been preparing her for. She wants it. I want it. We just weren’t ready yet. As I ease another finger into her and draw out a needy moan, I know it’s time.
“Baby?”
“Mmmm?”
“I want to fuck your tight little ass.”
Her brown eyes darken with lust. “I’ve been waiting.”
My cock is impossibly hard at her coy words. “Get on your knees and show me your sexy ass,” I bark roughly, removing my fingers from her tight hole.
She smiles and her big tits jiggle as she sits up to obey my command. I love that she no longer tries to hide her stomach from me. Every inch of her is mine to kiss and adore. I’ll be damned if she hides any of it from me. And right now, I want her sweet round ass up in the air.
“On your knees and elbows,” I instruct.
“Bossy,” she groans as she settles into my requested position.
“You like it,” I tell her and swat her ass. My sweet girl loves a good ass whipping. “God, I love this ass.”
She giggles and her butt cheeks shake with movement. My cock is practically weeping with the need to be inside her perfect body.
“Tell me what you want,” I mutter as I sit up on my knees and slap my dick against her clit.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “You. I need you.”
“Tell me how you need me,” I clarify as I begin rubbing my cock along her slit. She’s so responsive to my touch and each time my dick slides past her opening, it gets wetter and wetter with her arousal.
“I need you to take my ass.”
I close my eyes for a moment because she can talk dirty right there with me and it turns me the fuck on. “I can’t be gentle, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit in class. You might get in trouble with your teachers.”
She moans and presses against me. The tip of my cock enters her pussy, but then she pulls back away. Fucking tease.
“You’ll probably get sent to the principal’s office. I hear he’s a badass,” I say with a wicked grin. “Likes to bend little Puerto Rican queens over his desk and whip their asses with his metal ruler.”
She pushes down over my length again, her wet cunt sucking me in. We both hiss in pleasure.
“He’s only got one queen. Me. And I sometimes misbehave just so I can see him again,” she purrs. “He always whips me so hard but somehow my panties always get wet.”
I growl and slap her ass because she’s making me fucking mental with her dirty talk. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. I’ll make you cry.”
She rocks back and forth, fucking my cock like it’s there for her enjoyment. “You always make it better in the end. I trust you.”
No longer able to wait, I reach forward and grab a fistful of her dark silky tresses. When I yank her head back, she lets out another moan that speaks straight to my cock. With my free hand, I grab my now drenched cock and tease her puckered asshole with my tip.
“This big fat dick is going in this little tiny hole,” I tell her as if I’m narrating our little story.
“I’m scared.” I detect a hint that this is true, so I soften my words.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ll take care of you.” I begin pushing into her and I watch her ass cheeks clench. “Relax,” I bark. “It’ll hurt if you don’t relax.”
Her body stills and then I see the tension escape from her shoulders.
“Ow,” she breathes.
“I know. I’ll go slow.”
With the patience of a saint, I inch into her as slowly as I can. Her ass grips me nearly to the point of pain. I’ve never felt anything so fucking good in my entire life. Not her sweet, teenage cunt. Not her sassy mouth when she’s sucking me off under my desk. Nothing has ever felt this good ever.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, my grip on her hair tightening. A tiny sob escapes her and I freeze. “Talk to me, Elma.”
“I—I’m okay,” she chokes out.
Releasing her hair, I run my palm down her spine and caress her hip. “Relax, baby. It’s just us. I won’t hurt you. This will eventually feel good for you when we get the hang of it.”
She nods and sniffles. “Does it feel good for you?”
“The best fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
Her head turns and she offers me a tearstained smile. “I’m okay. I promise. You can move.”
I return her smile with an encouraging one of my own as I gently slide in and out of her. Reaching to her front, I curl my hand up and seek out her clit. As soon as my fingers make contact, her ass clenches around my dick.
“Oh!”
“Still okay, beautiful girl?”
“Y-Yes.”
In and out, I fuck her tight hole while bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. When her breathing hitches and she starts whimpering, I know we’re close.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.”
Her body trembles wildly. It only takes a few more strokes before she’s coming with a loud moan. My nuts seize up in response. I slide out of her just as I’m coming. My hot semen splatters against her still gaping hole. It’s the single most hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. She clenches and everything returns to normal in a flash. Then, she’s falling flat against the mattress. Ignoring the mess on her plump sexy-ass rump, I drop my weight against her and bury my nose in her hair that smells like apples.
“Elma…”
“Mmm?”
I love you. I fucking love you.
Before uttering words that feel too soon and might scare her away, I bite my tongue. She’s got her entire life ahead of her. I’ll be damned if I rush her into feeling tied down in a relationship. If she wants to go off to college and live life a little, she should get to do that. We may have established that we’re a couple now, but it doesn’t mean her future is decided. Telling her I love her—and fuck how I already do because how could I not—would only pressure her.
“I love everything about you,” I whisper. It’s close enough to the words I wanted to say.
“I love everything about you, too.” Her voice catches and we’re on exactly the same page.