Wild Girl (Slateview High 2)

My knees wobbled at the dark promise in his voice, and I felt a rush of wetness slick my panties.

I nodded, leaning back against the door for support. We were both breathing hard, and Kace’s gaze burned into mine with such intensity it seemed to eclipse the rest of the world, erasing any lingering fears I might have about being discovered.

None of that mattered as much as the boy before me.

Kace released my chin, bracing both hands on the door on either side of my head, caging me between them.

“Do you want my cock?”

I nodded again, swallowing thickly.

“Then take it out.”

He shifted his hips back to give me room, and I reached for him quickly, tugging the button free and unzipping his fly to free his thick length from the confines of his boxer briefs. It was hot and heavy in my hand, and I looked down as I wrapped my fingers around it, entranced by the way his large dick made my hand seem so small and delicate.

How does he ever fit inside me?

How does that monstrous thing fit inside my tiny hole?

And why does it feel so fucking good when it does?

Kace groaned as I stroked him gently, his hips bumping against my hand as his head drooped forward. His gaze flashed up to meet mine again, and I could see him warring with himself, like he wanted more than just my hand but also couldn’t bear to let me stop what I was doing.

“Leggings off,” he finally rasped.

I didn’t want to let go of his cock, but the tone of his voice made me move without hesitation.

Using both hands, I reached under my skirt to hook the waistband of my panties and leggings, shoving them all down at once as I kicked off my shoes, my hands shaking with adrenaline. One side of my leggings got caught on my foot, and I yanked desperately to tug it off before tossing everything away.

“Good.” Kace’s entire body was taut as a wire, his muscles tense and straining. “Now lift your skirt. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.”

Jesus. Oh, fuck.

My entire lower body felt flushed and swollen, needy and so, so empty.

I needed Kace to fix that for me.

I needed him to fill me up.

With trembling hands, I lifted my skirt, bunching it around my waist and baring myself completely to him.

He let out a low moan, taking one hand off the door by my head and reaching down to fist his cock. Then he grabbed my hip with the other hand, pulling my lower body toward him. My gaze flew downward and my breath hitched when he rubbed the broad, smooth head of his dick against my clit, sending shockwaves of sensation through me.

“What—what are you doing?” I stuttered.

He didn’t answer.

He also didn’t stop, rubbing the head of his cock up and down through my folds, gathering my arousal before returning to my clit, rubbing and massaging it until we both let out muffled noises of pleasure.

Every time he dipped lower to slather his dick in more of my wetness, he thrust into me just the smallest amount—just enough to make my hips buck against him desperately, enough to make me feel the barest hint of what it would be like when he filled me completely.

“Kace!” I gasped, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

I wanted it off. I wanted to touch the bare skin of his chest, to run my fingers over his tattoo. But he wouldn’t let me. He wouldn’t stop what he was doing long enough for me take his shirt off, so eventually I just gave up, sliding my hands up and under the hem to trace my fingertips over the ridges of his abdomen.

We were both slick by now, so fucking wet with each other’s arousal that his cock slid over my clit easily, and every touch made me more and more desperate.

“You want this?” he asked roughly, dipping into my channel again, just enough to begin stretching my inner walls. They clamped down hard, trying to keep him from slipping out even as he pulled away.