Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
I watch her for a long moment, and when she’s finally caught her breath, she smiles and slowly stands back up.
“Better?” I ask, and she nods.
“So much better.” I see her bite her lip and then push her skirt down. “Maybe a little sore,” she says, and her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Thank you for, you know, helping.”
“Are you able to return to class now?” I check my watch. “Mrs. Welborne will be done with her lesson.”
She walks closer to my desk, and I see her look down at my lap. There’s a clear wet spot on the front of my pants, and she’s got her eyes on it. “What about you?”
“I’ll wait until you’re gone,” I say softly.
“But what if I want to watch?” Her dark eyes are so innocent as she looks at me through her lashes.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sadie,” I say to her in answer.
She pokes her bottom lip out and pouts in the most adorable way as she grabs her bag and leaves me alone in my office.
As soon as the door is shut, I undo my pants and let my cock spring free. I’m so hard that it’s standing straight up, and it’s painful at the base where all my cum has built up. I put my fingers to my nose and inhale the scent of her pussy as I grip my cock and stroke it twice. That’s all it takes before cum is spilling down my fist, and I use it to lube the rest of my length. I have to make myself cum again to get it to go down, and by the time I’m done my heart is racing.
Sadie is something special, and tomorrow is her last day. I know with every inch of my soul that I won’t let her walk out of this school without putting her on my cock.
Chapter Five
SADIE
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It’s my last day of school forever, and I couldn’t be happier. Dad wants me to think about plans for college, but I told him that I wanted to take a year off and enjoy myself before I made any big decision.
This morning, he said I’d get my big surprise after school, and it’s all I can do to contain my excitement. Only a few more hours until the day is done and I can go home and find out. It’s been bugging me for weeks, but he’s good at keeping me guessing.
Sitting through all of my classes is pointless, but I do as I’m told because I don’t want to mess up my surprise. Thankfully, when it’s time for me to go to Mrs. Welborne’s class, I walk right by it and go straight to the principal's office.
I’ve been thinking about this moment since I left Principal Smith yesterday, and it was all I could think about last night. I kept wondering if he jerked off after I left and why he wouldn’t let me watch. Especially after he touched me the way he did. Just thinking about him sliding his finger in my back hole makes me blush. Am I a freak for loving it? Who cares? It felt so damn good, and I hope he does it again today.
Actually, I hope he does a lot more.
Everything south of my belly button vibrates as I push open the door to his office and drop my backpack by the door. My school uniform is unbuttoned low enough to show off my bra, and my skirt is rolled up high enough that if I stretch my arms over my head, my kitty cat might just show.
With the way Principal Smith looks at me, I can tell he appreciates the slight adjustments to the school dress code.
“Come in, Sadie, and take a seat. I’ve got a pencil and paper for you to write lines.” He points to the chair in front of him, and I see the supplies waiting on me.
“Oh,” I say as disappointment makes my stomach sink.
He doesn’t make a move as I slowly walk over and sit down at the chair in front of his desk. But as soon as I sit, I stand back up and glance down at the seat. It’s different than before, and something is poking me.
“Everything all right?” Principal Smith asks, and I press on the smooth leather.
“Something sharp is sticking up.” When I push on the material, I can see a spring poking through, and that must have been what it was.
“I’m so sorry. The chairs can be a bit worn down. Try the one beside it.” He points to the next one, and I go to try it out.
As soon as my bottom makes contact with the seat, once again I’m poked with a metal spring. “Ouch, this one too.”
“Oh no, that’s not good.” And when he says it, there’s something about his tone that’s off. “Now where will you sit?” He looks around the room, and I follow his perusal.