His Little Bad Girl Read Online Madison Faye

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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
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“Nothing in this world has ever captivated me like this,” I growl softly into her lips. “You need to understand that this is more than just my complete and utter lust for you, and need to claim your perfect, sweet, untouched little pussy as my own.”

She whimpers, her hands slipping under my dress shirt to run over my abs.

“You’ve gotten me under your spell, Tempest,” I say softly. “And when I say I want to make you mine, I mean mine for always. I want you as my one and only. I want you to belong to me and me only, and when I stretch you open and slide all of me into you for the first time, I’m going to fill your womb with every single drop of my cum, until it runs down your thighs.”

“You have no idea how much I want that,” she breathes, kissing me hard like I might fly away from her. Except nothing in this world is ever going to take me away from her.

Not ever.

I kiss her back, our tongues sliding together as I start to push inside. I can feel her soft petal lips barely kissing my cock as I ease inside, until I can feel the tight resistance of her virginity. I hesitate for just one second, when suddenly, there’s a firm pounding on my office door.

“Later!” I bark ferociously, snarling at the intruding noise.

“Headmaster—”

“Later, Ms. Vitney,” I roar again.

“Sir, I’m afraid it’s important?”

I groan, and even though I want to go out there and possibly throw Milly Vitney out a goddamn window before coming back in here and finishing what I’ve started, I know the moment’s gone.

For now.

“One second,” I bark, grinding my teeth before I turn back to my Tempest.

“I’m sorry, angel,” I say softly, kissing her lips.

“Later?” she whispers.

I respond by crushing my lips to hers and swirling my tongue over hers until both of us pull away panting.

The knock comes again.

“Mr. Knolls, I know you’re in the middle of something but—”

“One second, Ms. Vitney!”

Tempest hides her giggle as she slips off of my desk. I quickly tuck my cock back into my pants as the both of us scoop my work stuff off the ground where Tempest shoved it and pile it back onto my desk.

“Wait,” I growl, storming to the office closet and yanking it open. Inside are old file boxes, some school spirit posters, a PTA banner, and — there, a box of old gym equipment. I dig inside, yanking out a pair of girls running shorts and turning back to her.

Tempest arches a brow at the garment in my hands.

“What are those?”

“Put these on.”

“Why?” She wrinkles her nose.

“Because you’re wearing a skirt,” I growl.

“And?”

“And,” I mutter, scooping her into my arms and running my hand down over her ass. I yank her skirt up and palm her bare ass until she’s whimpering against me.

“And no one else gets a peek besides me. This,” I move my other hand down to slip under her skirt from the front, until I’m cupping her ass and her hot little pussy.

“This is for me and me only,” I growl possessively.

Tempest moans softly and nods before I move away. She slips shorts on and moves to take a seat in front of my desk as I get back into my chair.

“Enter!” I bark.

“And that Ms. Kensington,” I say sternly and loudly as Ms. Vitney enters. “That is the last I have to say on the matter!

I say it like I’m finishing a lecture.

“Is that understood?”

Tempest’s eyes are locked on mine, all the heat and passion from earlier still smoldering in them.

“Yes, sir.”

In my head, she’s saying it naked, on her hands and knees on my desk, with her hands holding her ass open for me.

“Good.”

“Hello Tempest,” Ms. Vitney says thinly, smirking at her like she’s glad she’s just gotten chewed out.

I almost want to tell her how close to the literal truth she is.

“This needs signing today, Mr. Knolls,” she says quickly, passing me some sort of school paperwork. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize the date was so firm, but it has to be faxed over in the next ten minutes.”

“That’s fine,” I mutter, quickly signing the thing and shoving it back to her. She beams, and I know it’s not an accident when her hand brushes mine when she takes it back.

I also know that Tempest catches it.

“So, any plans for the weekend, Mr. Knolls?”

“Yes, I’m—”

“A few of the teachers are going out,” she babbles on, oblivious to my answer. “You should really come out!”

She beams, placing her hand on my shoulder and rubbing my muscles through the shirt.

I shrug it away.

“That will be all, Ms. Vitney,” I say brusquely, watching the smile fade from her face.

“Oh, right.” She forces another smile, shooting a quick stink-look at Tempest.

“Well, enjoy your weekend, Christian.”


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