In one motion she yanks down my pants, exposing the tattoos on my thighs. “What are…?” she freezes.
“Appearances can be deceiving,” I say, as she realizes these aren’t the lame tribal tattoos or slogans most boys her age get tatted on their bodies. These are the mark of the Bratva, the Russian mafia which raised me as a child. These tattoos are not bought or given, they are earned. And if one gets caught getting tattoos they don’t deserve, haven’t properly earned, then those tattoos mean death with dishonor. And a slow death at that.
“Is that what you think about me too?”
“Why don’t you show me, my little angel. Show me if there’s a bit of the devil inside you.”
“The only thing inside me is you, teacher,” she says, spitting on the crown of my cock before her face lurches forward and half the fucker disappears into her throat.
I feel the tip hit her esophagus and grab her hair, pulling her head back so I don’t blow immediately.
“Don’t you like it?” she gurgles on my dick, yet careful not to drag her teeth. “Aren’t I naughty enough?”
“Oh, you’re naughty,” I breathe out hard.
“That was only half as naughty as I was about to be.”
I look down at her, water dripping from her eyes, and I know this is her first time doing something like this. She can barely take half of me without choking. Still, I want to hear it from her mouth.
I fist the base of my dick, pulling it out of her mouth.
“Is this the first time you’ve ever been this naughty?”
She nods.
“You’ve never had a man’s, or even a boy’s, cock in your mouth?” I ask, knowing if she says yes I’m going to get that asshole’s name so I can end his existence.
“No, teacher. I promise. You’re my first.”
Mine.
“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment?”
“As much as I have?” she shoots back immediately.
“More.”
“Impossible.”
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door. “Mr. Smith, we need the results of today’s oral examinations,” an elderly woman’s voice calls out. I recognize it as the principal’s assistant, and annoyance fills me.
“Did I pass both oral examinations?” Alexa questions from her knees.
“This second one will require further study.”
“Mr. Smith. Please. The results. We need them immediately so they can’t be compromised.”
I’m the one who’s compromised if anyone walks in right now and finds the two of us.
As much as I want to tell her to get lost and get back to what really matters, Alexa, I can’t. I’m not taking this any further here with Alexa, risking problems for her in regards to her pending graduation. Me? I could care less, but my princess doesn’t deserve to have her virginity taken like this. She needs candles and roses and then all the aftercare that goes with it, including all the compliments I need to give her to make both of us feel complete.
And that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
“Wait here for me?”
“Where?”
“Here,” I say, quietly, moving her behind the door as I quietly zip up my pants, eliciting a frown from my little angel. “I’ll be right back and then we’ll get out of here.”