DECEPTION : (A student/teacher romance)
DECEPTION : Chapter 12

Last night, not long after Rocco came down my throat, his phone rang. Then he groaned and began pacing before finally spinning to face me and telling me he had to leave. I saw the reluctance in his eyes, and disappointment filled my own.

I can’t even begin to explain the craziness of what ensued in my bedroom, but watching him so riled, so possessed with jealousy that he pissed on me to make a filthy point of the ownership he craves had wetness drenching my panties.

I’ve never witnessed such a feral action, and I crave more of it.

When he left, he took a part of me with him, and as much as I shouldn’t want him, I can’t help it.

My cheeks heat as I try not to think about last night again, then I glance back up to where his stare sears into mine. I should not be thinking of him, of us, while I’m teaching, but that’s exactly where my mind is.

The class is unaware of this magnetic pull between us as they work on their assignments, and there’s no way I can stop this with the insane attraction I have for him.

He curls his lip into a knowing smile, and when the bell sounds, he remains unperturbed while everyone packs away their bags and clears the room for their next class.

My heart beats faster with each calculated step he takes toward me, and his grin grows wider.

When he’s finally at my desk, I feel like my legs are about to give way. “Can you still taste me on your tongue?”

My lips don’t move as I remain dumbstruck. His deep chuckle has me flinching. “You look terrified, Little Red. Are you scared someone is going to see me come inside your pretty little pussy?”

I just about shake my head, but he jerks me by my hair, his fingers pinching my scalp, and forces his tongue into my mouth. I melt against him when he groans, willing myself to push him away. The hardness between his leg has me panicking, so my eyes dart toward the door.

“Don’t worry, Little Red, it won’t take me long to fill you.”

My eyes widen when his hand slides up my skirt and his fingers dig into my panties. “So fucking wet for me.” He smiles against our kiss.

Then he plunges his fingers in and out of me, and the sound of my slickness fills the room. Embarrassment creeps over my face at how wet I am for my student.

“Rocco, please.” I attempt to push him away, but he stands strong, and when his thumb presses against my aching bud, a rush of arousal spears through me. “Oh god.”

“That’s it, be a good teacher and coat your student’s fingers.”

I should be repulsed by his words, but the taboo behind them has me closing my eyes as pleasure consumes me. “That’s a greedy girl,” he croons in my ear, and my orgasm rips through me.