Chapter Six
Jasmine
Classes the next day are absolute hell. I have John as my homeroom teacher, my study hall teacher, my math teacher, and my after-hours math lab tutor. That’s three out of five classes and the math lab after those.
Every time I turn a corner, he’s there, watching me with those dark hungry eyes. And I can’t help but smile when his gaze runs longingly down my body. It’s proof that he’s thinking of yesterday just as much as I am.
I’d never thought about it before, but now I’m wondering if he didn’t have a hand in what schedule I got. Did he handpick my schedule this year just to keep an eye on me? It’s a random thought but it takes root and I’m almost sure that’s exactly what he did.
But that would be crazy, right? Did men do things like that?
After my last class, I stop at my locker to drop off my books and find Conner waiting for me. For the first time all year, it irritates me.
“I thought you were coming to Jason’s party last night.” He says as he leans against the lockers, “I waited for you.” His tone is almost accusing, and it rakes across my nerves.
Pushing down my annoyance, I arch a brow, “I never said I was going, Conner. Besides, that dick pic you sent to me was crude and unwelcome. If I had wanted to see your dick, I would have asked. Plus, you sent it when I was in the car with Uncle John. He wasn’t any happier about it than I was. In fact, he explicitly forbade me to go to that party.”
His eyes widen then glance over my shoulder where John’s standing at the math lab door glaring at him, “No shit? He saw that?”
“Yes, he did. You know how protective he is. It wasn’t very smart to send that when you knew I was riding in a car with him.” I grab the notebook for my math lab and close my locker, “And now I doubt he’s going to let me out of his sight until I leave for college.”
At least I hoped he wouldn’t.
A deep voice speaks from directly behind me making me jump in surprise, “Not even then, Jasmine.”
I glance over my shoulder and meet John’s hot gaze with a knowing smile. He really doesn’t like it when I talk to other men. All of a sudden, the pieces begin to fall together from the past year. All the times he interrupted conversations, all the times he ran boys off. Hell, all the times he picked fights to make me mad. This was why.
He doesn’t glance away from me, but his next words are for Conner, “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Conner?”
I practically hear Conner’s fearful gulp and my lip twitches.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I suggest you get there and leave my girl alone.”
My pulse hammers through my veins and wetness floods between my thighs at the authoritative tone. Why had I never noticed the possessiveness in his voice before?
“Jasmin? Go to the lab, please.” Rough and tightly controlled, his voice sends hot shivers down my spine.
“Yes, sir.” I turn away from Conner without a backward glance and go into the math lab. Unlike yesterday, it never occurs to me to disobey him.
He follows quickly behind me, and I hear the door close, but I don’t turn around to face him. I’m too focused on all the empty tables. The usual twenty or so kids are missing. No one’s here but the two of us.
My pulse picks up but it’s not until I hear the snick of the lock being fixed in place that my heart begins to pound in my chest. Slowly, I turn to face him.
“Math lab is canceled for today.” He says low and deep as he moves closer, his eyes slowly moving down my body. A shiver races up my spine as his gaze heats my skin. The hungry look on his face has my breath catching in my throat and I suck in a quick breath.
“Then what are we still doing here?” I think I already know the answer, but I want to hear him say it. I want to know he’s as affected by this need between us as I am.
“We’re still here because I can’t wait until I get you home. I’ve been watching your tight little body bounce around the halls all day, and do you know what that does to me?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer, “It makes me hungry. So, to answer your question, I’m not waiting anymore. I’m going to get a taste of that sweet little pussy and we’re going to see how quiet you can be.”
His hand lifts and his finger begins to trace the low neckline of my tank top, skimming over my oversensitive skin, making me shudder.
My lips pull down in a frown, “You’re not going to fuck me today?”
He chuckles softly at the disappointment in my voice and leans in to run his lips down my neck, then he presses his lips to my ear, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so well you aren’t going to be able to walk straight for a week, but that’s for later.”
Slowly his fingers begin popping open the buttons of my tank top, “Do you know what your father wanted to talk to me about yesterday?”
I can barely hear what he’s saying over the pounding of my heart, and I struggle to answer, “I assumed it was about his trip with Mom.” My voice comes out breathless as his fingers continue to pop buttons open, his calloused fingers brushing the skin of my abdomen. He pauses at the last button right above the waistband of my short skirt and I moan softly in anticipation.
“It was.” His hand slides back up over my ribs, cupping the weight of my breasts before flicking the front clasp of my bra and opening it. “Fuck, your tits are amazing.”
My D-size breasts bounce as he pulls the tank top and bra straps down my arms, letting them fall to the ground before grasping my waist. Carefully, he lifts me to sit on the high table, my breasts now level with his mouth.
My eyes widen as his warm breath blows across my nipple, and it tightens into a hard nub. At the sight of it, he growls low in his throat before giving it a slow flick of his tongue. Heat rushes through my veins at the rough caress even as my vaginal muscles clench in anticipation of what’s to come. I don’t have to wait long before he leans in and wraps his lips around the stiff peak.
The hard pull of his mouth sends sparks shooting from my nipple straight down to my clit, causing it to throb dully with an aching need. I arch toward him, tangling my fingers in the hair at the back of his neck, holding him there as a deep moan is wrenched from my lips.
Shit that feels good.
Pulling back, he bites the reddened nub, and the mixture of pleasure and pain forces a gasp from my lips. “He wants you to stay with me until they get back. I guess they don’t like the idea of you staying alone.”
My back arches as he moves to my other breast, “I’m going to stay with you? At your house?” I ask breathlessly.
He hums against my nipple in agreement then moves to run his tongue lower across my ribs, “For the next two weeks you’re going to be under my roof, under my control, and doing exactly as I tell you.”
“Then take me home and fuck me, Daddy.” I gasp, almost begging, as his lips slide over my skin.
He groans and pushes the hem of my skirt up, “Not just yet.”
I barely get out a protest before he slides my panties down my legs and pushes my thighs wide. “What…? Oh fuck!”
His lips cover my clit, his tongue stroking it and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming out my pleasure. The sensations are too strong, the need too much and the warm heat of his mouth has my body pulsing with desire. Opening my thighs wider, I moan loudly.
“You’re wet for me.” His dark eyes pierce into mine, “Lay back, Jasmine.”
I do as he asks, and his hands slip under my thighs, lifting me to his waiting mouth. I gasp as his tongue thrusts into me. “Oh, God! John!” My back bows off the table, angling my hips higher.
I need more. My body is on fire, my core spasms around his tongue, and still, he continues to slowly thrust in and out of my entrance before tracing my clit with his finger. I shudder and jerk upward, trying to move against his mouth only to be held immobile by his hands.
I whimper at the torture.
His tongue continues to thrust into me, teasing and licking until I can feel my muscles pulling tight ready to explode. But just as I hit the edge of that release, he pulls back to nip at the inside of my thigh.
“So fucking wet and tight. I was going to wait until I got you home, but I need to be inside of you.”
Suddenly, he’s leaning over me even as his fingers moved to unbutton his slacks. When his lips cover mine, I can taste myself on him and it only makes me hotter. My abdomen clenches tightly again.
This was it. He was going to fuck me.
I tense with nervousness.
His kiss is demanding, claiming me in a way I’d only dreamed of. And then I feel his cock nudge against the sensitive flesh of my opening.
“This pretty little pussy is mine, little girl,” He groans as he holds my hip still for his invasion, “Every fucking part of you is mine.” He begins to push slowly inside.
The stretch and burn are a mixture of pain and pleasure. One that isn’t exactly unpleasant. “Oh God, John!”
“Easy, baby.” He pushes in further until I can feel him nudging at my virginal wall.
I pant out a moan, “It’s not going to fit. You’re too big.” The stretch is sharp, almost painful now and I can feel apprehension fill me.
“You can take me. Your body was made for mine.” He gives one quick thrust, spearing through the wet, fisted grip of my pussy, breaking through the barrier there. Sharp pain spears through me and my hips buck under him at the sensation.
I suck in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t stop to let me adjust. He continues to press into me. Driving his hard length deeper inside, stretching my tender flesh until it molds around his hot length.
I jerk under him again, my hips arching and he slides in to the hilt, the pulse and throb of his hard cock echoing through my body.
“Fuck, baby girl.” He curses; his voice rough as he fights for control. “You’re so fucking tight I could come now.” He pauses, “Are you on birth control?”
Moaning I shake my head, “No.” My words come out on a pant, “You’ll have to pull out.”
He sucks in a breath, and I swear I feel his cock get even harder as he begins to rock slowly inside of me, “Fuck no, I’m not pulling out, sweetheart. I’m going to fill this tight little pussy with my come. And then I’m going to do it again and again.”
I still, my gaze widening as I meet his hungry eyes. He doesn’t know what he’s saying, “John, I’ll get pregnant.”
“I’m fucking planning on it.” He thrust again, harder this time, as if the thought of me getting pregnant turns him on, “I told you; you’re mine, Jasmine. And I plan on filling this sweet little pussy as much as I can.”
He begins a hard, driving rhythm inside of me, the pleasure and pain tearing through my body, making me moan his name loudly.
“Harder, John.”
“You want more, little girl?” He yanks my hips closer to the end of the table and holds me still as he pounds into me. His cock nudges at the bundle of nerves deep inside and I gasp, my thighs instantly widening to take him deeper. “Fuck yes, Jasmine. Just like that, take all of me.”
He thrusts again, rubbing that delicious spot over and over as my body shudders under him. Three strokes in, each one harder and deeper than the last, and I explode. The orgasm tears through my body, and I scream out his name, my body shaking, tensing, convulsing as I fight the strength of the release.
He groans, his strokes speeding up as he fucks me through my orgasm, then with one last profound thrust he holds himself deep inside as his seed bursts from his cock, coating my womb as my pussy spasms around him.
“Mine, Jasmine. You’re all fucking mine.” He groans into my ear as he buries his lips at my neck.