"God, sweet baby," I groan when I finally tug her panties down her legs, exposing her completely.

She cants one leg inward as if to shyly hide herself from my gaze.

I run the back of my hand down her thigh in a soothing gesture. She has nothing to hide from me, not here. Not now. She is perfection, bare and so pink it almost hurts to look at her. The contrast of my darker skin against hers is erotic as hell. To know this little thing has existed in the same world as me and I didn't know it before tonight makes me want to rage.

"You're so fucking pretty here," I murmur, lifting my head to meet her gaze, so she knows I'm not just feeding her a line. I'm not. "So sweet and pink. God, just your smell has me ready to come in my pants. I'm starving for you, princess."

"Jared," she whispers, her voice low and throaty, pleading.

I lean forward and press my lips to her mound. My eyes lose contact with hers as they roll back in my head. My God. She really is soft everywhere. Her thighs tremble. I wrap one hand around her knee and urge her to lift her leg. She drapes it over my shoulder with a little gasp that's part modesty, part delight.

I may be the Big Bad Wolf here, but Little Red wants me to devour her.

She needs it as badly as I do.

"Steady, sweet baby," I croon, helping to hold her still when she stumbles a little before she's able to right herself. She's so turned on she can't seem to stay still. I'm so turned on I can't seem to take a breath. My entire body is clenched tight, anticipation twisting my muscles into knots.

"Jared," she whispers again.

I'm going to hear her saying my name like that in my sleep. In those quiet moments when I'm standing in front of the podium, waiting for my students to arrive. When I'm in line for coffee in the mornings or sitting in front of my laptop at night. It's going to haunt me, every second of the day I'm not at her side. I already know it is.

"Oh my…Oh!" she moans when I part her lips with two fingers and spear my tongue into her sticky folds. I don't take it easy on her. I can't. I go straight for her clit, desperate to get my lips around it, to show her how good I'm going to make her feel.

She tastes exactly as decadent as I imagined, and yet somehow even better, too. Vanilla honey bursts on my tongue and then slides down my throat. Her nails dig into my shoulders, a throaty cry leaving her lips. I run my tongue all around her clit, kiss her little slit like it's her mouth. Everything else fades as I focus on her…on giving her pleasure and making her sing for me.

She does it so sweetly.

Her legs tremble and shake so hard, I'm slightly concerned she's going to lose her balance. Somehow, I manage to guide her other leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me without removing my face from between her legs. I balance her on my arms, not the least concerned that I might drop her. She tenses as if she's afraid to fall, but it only lasts a moment before she relaxes against the wall, putting her faith in me without reservation.

I thrust my tongue into her tight hole, fighting like hell to get inside that tiny thing. She's tighter than anything I've ever experienced, her body fighting the intrusion tooth and nail. Somehow, that turns me on like nothing else. Her body makes me work to claim her. I do. Like a fucking dog.

I play with her until she's whining my name in an endless chant. Eat her until her juices drip down my chin and all I can remember is how fucking good she tastes, how sweetly she cries out my name…how much I love the way she grinds against my face and pleads for more.

Her nails dig deeper into my skin, bite harder.

I spread her cheeks apart and tongue her there too, claiming that little hole as mine just like the rest of her. She is mine. I think she knows it too. She gives herself to me without reservation, without shame, letting me eat both little holes until my boxers are damp with the cum dripping into them.

"Jared," she gasps, trembling right on the edge. "Jared, I'm…I'm…"

I already know she is.

"Come," I demand, clamping my lips around her clit.

"Daddy!" she screams. That single word echoes around the room, blending with the distant strains of music to create a carnal song that I won't soon forget. What little sanity I had left vanishes, ripped away as that title settles in place deep in my soul.

If this little princess wants a daddy, I'll be the best goddamn daddy on this planet. I'll be the only daddy she cries ever out for. This little princess is mine.

I drink her down my throat again and again. Consuming her. My cock screams for relief as she sobs her ecstasy, writhing where I have her pinned between my face and the wall. I ignore him, pushing her until she dances that razor's edge between pleasure and pain, her clit so sensitive the slightest touch has her trying to climb up the wall away from my mouth.

I push her over the edge again, with my tongue buried in her cunt and my fingers digging into her plump cheeks. She rides my face to the very end, shouting daddy so loudly I'm sure the students in the main hall probably hear her. Let them hear. Let them know that their autocratic, asshole King has toppled from his throne…willingly supplanted by a curvy little princess with heaven in her eyes and fire in her soul.

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