Chapter One
John
Standing in the doorway of my classroom, I can’t keep my eyes off her as she walks down the hallway toward her locker. I never can. And I know I shouldn’t have this obsession with her, it’s every kind of wrong imaginable, but I can’t stop myself.
She’s my student, she’s my best friend’s daughter, and she’s half my fucking age, but my cock doesn’t care. And even now it’s straining against my pants wanting to thrust into her, wanting to claim her.
All my cock sees is how perfect she is. Shiny long blonde hair that curls down her back, light blue eyes that are almost silver when she gets angry, a tiny waist that my hands could circle, curved hips, and large natural breasts.
She looks like an angel that’s fallen to earth, and I’m the devil that has every intention of capturing her.
Jasmine may not know it yet, but she is every fantasy I’ve ever had.
I’d been around her and her family for years, but recently things have changed. She’s no longer the little girl that begged me to sit next to her at the table. She’s a woman now. A sexy, desirable woman and I don’t know when exactly the tables turned.
Maybe it was at the beginning of the year when I saw her walk into class with that short mini skirt and low-cut top, maybe it was just after that when she turned eighteen. Either way, I want her, and to hell with the consequences.
Would I leave my job for her?
In a second.
Would I walk away from my friendship with her Dad? If it became necessary to have her?
Damn straight.
That’s how far my obsession has come. I’m willing to walk away from everything in my life if I can just get her under me.
I can almost feel her firm thighs gripping my waist as I thrust into her. Can almost hear her moans as she comes hard around my pulsing cock. And I know when I finally take her, I’m taking her raw. I’m going to fill that tight little pussy with my come until it’s dripping out of her, and then I’m going to do it again and again.
Yes, I know how crazy that sounds. How obsessive. But she’s a fire in my blood I just can’t shake. I need to see her small body take the pounding I ache to give her. I need to see her swollen with my child.
Correction, children. Because I plan on keeping her ripe body pregnant as often as I can. It’s funny, I’d never thought of having children before these feelings consumed me and now, I want nothing more.
Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I watch as she opens her locker and I feel my jaw clench as I notice our school’s quarterback eyeing her as he approaches from behind. His hungry gaze is way too familiar with the curve of her body as it runs over her and all I want to do is knock that look off his face.
No one has the right to look at her like that except me. Hell, the little bastard is practically salivating as he stares at her, and I can easily see the thoughts running through his head.
He thinks he has a chance with her.
Of fucking her.
No way in hell is that little shit going near her. Just the thought of him touching what’s mine is enough to make me see red and I cross my arms over my chest, refusing to budge from my spot as I take in the scene in front of me.
She gives him a curious look as he approaches but turns back to her locker and rifles through the contents. Lucky for him she doesn’t look all that interested. If she did, I’d have her over my shoulder and out the door before she could blink.
She stops digging in the locker, her hand frozen on her notebook and glances toward me as if she can feel my eyes on her.
It’s as if she knows I’ll be looking.
I curse to myself softly.
Of course, she knows I’ll be looking, it’s not the first time she’s caught me doing it and if I’m honest, I’m not very subtle about it.
Her gaze locks with mine and I see a mischievous light flicker in their depths.
My jaw immediately tightens, and I feel my muscles tense as I realize what she’s thinking. I curse again as a small smirk lifts the corner of her mouth.
Fuck me. She wouldn’t.
I narrow my gaze on her and watch as she does exactly what I don’t want her to do.
She turns to face the quarterback and leans against the locker as if she has all the time in the world. Her gaze that barely spared him a glance is now focused solely on him, and I watch as they widen as if she’s completely engrossed in what he’s saying.
But I know better. This is just a game she plays. A dangerous game that I’m not sure she’s ready for. Tempting a boy is one thing, tempting a man that’s barely holding onto his control is another. And she’s about to learn that lesson.
Her eyes flick back to mine to make sure I’m still watching, and she leans closer to the boy.
She’s wanting a reaction from me. She’s been wanting one for months now. She likes how jealous and possessive it makes me when she flirts with the boys sniffing at her feet.
But as of today, the games are over.
I’m tired of waiting.