"If you bend over one more time, I'm making fish for dinner." I texted her the threat. She had worn her tightest leggings with a crop top, and kept dropping things. I had a feeling it was on purpose. If only my angel knew I didn't need her to be trying to be turned on by her very presence. And I knew she hated fish, more than anything, so the threat waa viable. She was coming over tonight after the football game. I had no plans to be sexual with her tonight - usually she needs to rest after big days like today - but she started it. The constant bending over, of course, reminded me of the last time she was at my house. We had been cuddling on the couch, her in a pair of my boxers and a thin shirt, me in pajama pants. Her head was in my lap as we watched TV. It was some silly show she had gotten me into. We started talking about dinner, trying to decide whether to stay in or go out, and without any warning she took my cock out and put it in her mouth.
I groaned at the sensation. She had learned so quickly exactly what I liked. Her small hands on my shaft, her tongue furiously working on my head. She gave a long lick from the base to the tip. As she worked my cock, I could feel all the stress I didn't know I'd been carrying slip away. She was so good, so perfect, so sweet. She got up on her knees to get a better angle. I twisted slightly towards her, trying to help. She had gotten into a rhythm now, working up with her mouth and hands and back down at a rapid pace. It was beautiful really. And she was all mine. I had taken her innocence, I had taught her how to worship a man, and I would keep her forever. I found myself caught in a fantasy of total obedience from her. Serving me. Doing exactly as I say. So helpless and vulnerable. But I snapped out of it quickly when I noticed she had removed her pants and was in my lap, grinding against my rod. I reached into the end table drawer - we had learned to keep condoms in every room - and handed her the small foil packet. "Do it for me, baby. You know I love it."
Watching her roll the condom on my dick was strangely erotic. Before long, she was back in my lap, whining lowly as she ground into me. "Jacob, please, I need you." I had had some time with her by now. Of course, not nearly enough, but I had some semblance of what she enjoyed. And I knew she would really enjoy this next move. I took her hand and brought her knuckles up to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of her and sex was everywhere. My Bella, my angel. My perfect love. I put my hands on her hips and kissed her deeply as I lifted her up and slid into her. She was still so tight, even after a couple months of being together physically. My eyes rolled back as I began to bounce her up and down on me. She was so small and light that it was no trouble, but as I watched her move around a little bit I knew I wouldn't be in control for long. She started to move on her own, riding me. She rocked her hips back and forth just the way I liked it. I was already so close to -
"Mr. Black, can I go to the bathroom?" Some random band kid snapped me out of my reverie. How dare he. I wrote him a hall pass and sat down at my desk. I couldn't see Bella, which worried me a little, but I knew she could take care of herself. I let ten minutes pass before I decided to text her. "Angel, where are you? Come back to me." Five more minutes. I decided to look for her. I asked the head director if he had seen her. "Of course, I sent her to get something from storage. She probably got lost, can you go get her?" I agreed, of course. My angel was in the basement. She could be scared or hurt or lost. I walked there as quickly as I could without raising suspicion as to why. It only took me a little while before I was calling her name in search. "Bella, are you down here? Is anyone down here?" I heard her voice. "just me, Jacob. And I'm waiting for you." And indeed she was. I saw her bent over a table, pants pulled halfway down her thighs. She was glistening.
I rushed to her, running my hands over the smooth skin of her ass. Perfection as always. I hesitated for a moment before raising my hand and lightly smacking her ass. "You've been haughty, haven't you angel?" I growled, hoping she would enjoy this as much as I was. I was rock hard against my pants. "I know what you want." I let another smack come down on her, this time on the other cheek. I took several deep breaths before continuing. "I think you want to be treated roughly, don't you? Too bad we don't have a condom or I could rearrange your insides. Instead this will have to do." I undid my pants, letting them drop to my knees, and began stroking my weighty cock. "Stay there baby. Don't move." At first, I just watched her, but as I got deeper into my lust I slid a single finger into her hole. Thrusting slowly at first, but then I built speed and quickly slid in another finger. My girl waa going to cum for me right here, right now, in school. The taboo was drawing me closer. Suddenly, I felt her walls clamp down on my fingers. I started gently massaging hee insides as I felt her orgasm.
She moaned quietly, barely moving. But I couldn't have that. I was close to my own ecstasy. I quickly grabbed her, pulling her by her hair to kneel before me. Seeing her in such a submissive position made me groan. She was so perfect, so young, so beautiful. I brought her lips to the tip of my cock, and without a word she opened her sweet mouth. I emptied myself onto her tongue, panting and groaning. It was beautiful. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste as I finished. When I was done, I pulled my pants up and gestured for her to do the same. Both standing near the door, I drew her into a hug. "Baby, was that ok? I should have asked before being so rough with you. Please forgive me." She laughed slightly. "Jacob, that was incredible. I can't wait to get home so we can repeat it." She whispered, and I felt my hands lowering on her back. I couldn't believe I only had to keep her a secret for three more weeks. I couldn't wait to stand before the world and claim my beautiful angel.