DECEPTION : (A student/teacher romance)
DECEPTION : Chapter 37

I spin in Rocco’s room in shock. It’s a pit. An actual pit. But worse than that, my face is plastered all over one wall like a shrine. The dresser leaning against the wall is covered in items I recognize. From lacy pink panties I misplaced months ago, to a coffee cup with my name on the side with my lipstick mark on the rim. There’s a tub of my moisturizing lotion, a pillowcase, and small trinkets from my everyday life.

Some images I barely even remember where I was and what I was doing. They capture me in moments I assumed I was invisible to everyone.

“You were never invisible to me. From the first moment I saw you, you captured me, Little Red. It’s you who stole me.” His hand wraps around my throat, not a hint of threat in his action.

I hadn’t realized I’d spoken aloud until he rephrased my words. He owns all of me, even my thoughts. Maybe that’s how he feels about me?

“You’ve been stalking me,” I whisper, the accusation evident.

“You know this already.” He places soft kisses down the side of my neck, tilting my head with one of his palms, and the heat of his touch is intoxicating as I sway on my feet, lost in his passion. Then he pulls back, gone as quick as he came. “Get naked on the bed, I want to show you something.”

“Rocco, we need to talk.”

He ignores me and begins undressing.

“Rocco, I’ve something to tell you.”

“I want to show you something first.” The excitement vibrates from him as he grabs the TV remote and nods toward the bed. Butterflies take float in my stomach as my mind flashes to him recording us having sex. The way I watched him come inside me while telling me he was filling me with his baby makes my core clench with arousal.

Still, I need to remain steadfast.

“Roc …” He turns to face me, and his jaw locks tight. The glare he gives me has me sighing with a huff. I do as he asks and take a deep breath to lift the dress over my head, feeling gross that I haven’t showered yet, and my ass is no doubt covered in my blood, along with the remnants of our cum.

“On your hands and knees.”

“Seriously?” I glance at him over my shoulder but become transfixed at the way he pumps his thick cock. I didn’t notice he pressed the remote until slaps of skin fill the room along with sounds of our combined pleasure. My gaze darts to faces on the television.

Without realizing, I replace myself in the position Rocco asked for, and he positions himself behind me as wetness gathers, courtesy of the scene playing out on the big screen. Rocco is fucking me from behind, staring intently down at where we’re connected. Much like now, and eagerness gathers at the thought.

“Do you see how good Daddy is fucking your little cunt?”

A breathy sob leaves me on screen, and I have no choice but to mirror it, the adrenaline rushing through me.

When Rocco slides his thick cock inside me, I mewl at the stretch despite being wet and ready for the taking.

His hips work quicker, and my pussy weeps with each withdrawal of his cock. “Watch this, Little Red.” The screen cuts to him standing above me, jerking his cock over my face as I open my mouth to accept his cum.

I push back on his thickness, embracing the stretch. “Do you like watching Daddy play with you on the screen?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Slam.

“You like being Daddy’s good little whore?”

Thrust.

“Yes.”

“Do you like knowing I film us, Little Red? That we can watch ourselves get off on one another?”

My nipples graze his soft sheet with each powerful thrust, and I crave for him to suck them.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you like watching yourself get fucked by Daddy’s big cock?”

Wetness coats him with each filthy word. “Yes, I like watching you fuck me.”

The screen changes to my classroom, and I gasp.

“Look at you.” He yanks my head up by my hair. “The innocent teacher letting her student fuck a baby into her.” I clench around him. He has no idea how precise his words are, but he feels it. “You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” I whine.

“Turn your head!” he barks, and his firm hold of my hair loosens to allow me to turn, then he leans over my back. “Open your mouth.” I do as he asks, and he delivers a slow deluge of spittle onto my tongue. “Swallow me down like a good whore, Little Red.” I swallow, then snap my eyes forward at the sound of his powerful hips moving the desk as he fucks me ruthlessly.

He surges inside me deeper than before, and a whoosh of air leaves me.

“You want your student to get you pregnant, don’t you?”

I cling to the sheets to anchor me. “Yes.”

“Of course you do. You want your student to fill you with a baby, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You like watching us create our baby.”

“Yes …” My eyes roll when he presses on my clit with his thick finger.

“Watch yourself suck me.” His thrusts become erratic, and I know he’s getting close too.

My mouth waters when I watch the screen. The way his cock leaks pre-cum over my cheeks has me begging for him, and when he slaps my face with his thick cock, I cry out at the degradation behind it, pleading with him for more.

“Please, Daddy, I want to taste you.”

“Fuck.” He grunts loudly. “Fuck.”

Then, after one final slam, he holds himself still as his warm cum hits my walls and sparks my orgasm.

“Daddy fills you so well, Little Red. So fucking well,” he croons as I hit the mattress.