The Teacher of Nothing

“Yes, I was fucking my legal student. Still am. In fact, she lives with me because she’s my goddamn girlfriend.”
Wayne gapes in shock at my brutal honesty. Quickly, he recovers and clears his throat. “You can no longer remain employed at this school. I’ll need you to gather your things immediately and leave the premises.”
“I’ll leave,” I agree, “but not until you transfer him”—I say, jabbing a finger toward Levi—“to another class. I will not have my girlfriend putting up with his abusive shit if I’m not there to protect her.”
“I’ll see what I can do—” Wayne starts, but I cut him off.
“You’ll do it now,” I growl. “Do it now and then I’ll be out of here.”

As though sensing my inner conversation, Callum leans over and nuzzles his nose in my hair. I smile and bask in his sweet affection.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
This morning. Over and over while he fucked me in the shower.
My cheeks heat at the memory. I turn to meet his lips with a kiss.
“You could remind me again later.” I grin and a giggle slips out when he growls under his breath.
“Eat quickly, sweetheart.”
“And if I don’t?” I tease, glancing down at the way his cock thickens under his denim.
“Then I’ll punish you by eating slowly. So slowly you’ll go mad.”
Now it’s my turn to overheat from his words.
“You’re evil.”
“You’re evil for liking it.”
Touché.
Since we’re being evil and all, I take great delight in his guttural gasp when I palm his cock over his jeans. At this rate, we’ll never make it through dinner.
That’s okay, I’d rather have dessert first.
“I’m going to have to teach you a lesson on proper dinner table behavior,” Callum rasps out.
I squeeze his cock. “I’ll probably fail.”
He grips my wrist and tightens his hold. “If you fail, I’ll have to punish you.”
Getting punished by my sexy, rule breaking teacher doesn’t seem to be a punishment at all. I rub at his dick and flash him my most innocent, doe-eyed expression.
“Oh, it’s on now, sweetheart.” His jaw clenches as he eye-fucks me. “It’s so fucking on.”
And I cannot wait.

“We have a guest, Dad,” Gemma says, drawing everyone’s attention to the older man who’s quietly crept into the dining room unnoticed. “This is my friend, Willa.”
The man isn’t quite as big as Callum or Hugo, but there’s a formidable nature about him. Callum doesn’t stiffen like he did with Jamie. Instead, his chest bows slightly and his arm finds its way around me.
He’s taunting him. Or provoking him. I’m not sure which. It should irritate me that I’m being used in this performance, but it doesn’t. Callum’s father did him dirty and Callum still carries the pain from the betrayal. If I can help Callum stick it to his father in any way possible, I absolutely will.
“Dad,” Callum rumbles, arrogance dripping from his words. “Meet my girl, Willa. Willa, this is my father, Nathan.”
Girl. Not woman. I notice his word choice as another stab at his father, so I don’t take offense.

“We’ll never be poor and destitute.” I grab hold of her ass and lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. “I’m a Park and we Parks have massive trust funds.”
“I thought teaching was your calling.”
“It was a job and one that led me to you. While I’ll be grateful for it, I don’t need it. Any more questions or can I eat your pretty pussy? I’m ready to celebrate.”
She giggles when I toss her onto the bed. “Celebrate what?”
“Us, sweetheart. I want to celebrate us.”

“I understand and am fully prepared to deal with the consequence of my relationship.” I find Willa’s worried stare and give her a smile. “It’s worth any and all trouble.”
“I’ll walk you two out,” Hugo says, gesturing for them to go. “I’ll see you and your girlfriend at family dinner on Sunday, little brother.”
When the detectives turn away, I mouth a thanks to my brother.

He offers his hand, but I don’t take it. My girl’s cum is on my fingers and I’m not about to let some man in a cheap suit touch what’s mine

I’m not sure if it’s hers or mine or the combined sound of this furious lovemaking. All I know is her body is shuddering like she’s possessed and her pussy squirts the hottest, sexiest juices all over my throbbing dick.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” I chant before burning my face into her neck. “Fuck, you’re mine.”
I bite her neck, desperate to chase that statement with something permanent. Something I can see long after this moment is gone. My teeth bruise her flesh and when I taste the tang of blood, I fear I’ve gone too far.
But then she’s coming again, sobbing and clawing at me, coming so hard I nearly drop her.
This girl is my world.
My air and purpose and sustenance.
My everything.
A flash of white-hot pleasure seizes me. My balls tighten and then I’m unloading into her still seizing body. I continue to fuck her like I’m a goddamn feral animal, eager to fill her up with every goddamn drop.
I want her permanently mine.
Pregnant with my children. One after the other.
If I could, I’d stay buried in her forever.
She goes limp in my arms, exhausted from our bodies reuniting in such a desperate way. I hold her close to me, careful not to dislodge my cock from inside her, and carry her over to the sofa. Keeping her tight against me, I sit down and arrange
her legs so she’s straddling me. My dick might be half hard and spent, but it still fits nicely inside her, plugging my seed inside her.
“My sweet, perfect girl,” I croon, stroking my fingers down her back and then back up again. “How are you so goddamn perfect?”
She snuggles against me and I can feel her smile against my skin. “You make me happy, Callum.”
I curl my palms around the cleft of her ass and let my fingers tease at the way her pussy lips stretch to accommodate my fat dick. Cum and her own arousal are leaking out wherever it can escape. We’re so fucking messy and I love it.

The feral desire to claim her, marking her all over with my scent and seed is overwhelming. I’m not gentle or careful as I strip her clothes from her body. The tear of my own shirt isn’t enough to jar me as I yank it away with haste and eagerness. With one, two, three beats of my heart, she’s naked. I’m naked. We’re finally together.
“Get it wet,” I command, my voice husky. “This will be quick.”
Her nails rake down my naked chest as she kneels. A hiss rushes past my lips when her breath tickles my shaft. My dick jumps in anticipation. She curls her small hand around my massive cock and sets to licking the damn thing like it’s a sweet treat.
“Such a fucking tease,” I growl. “You’re killing me.”
Her eyes dart up to meet mine and they flash with pleasure. So goddamn gorgeous. And mine. I’ve claimed her and I’m not letting her go. She purses her puffy pink lips and then parts them to kiss the leaking tip of my cock. A sound of pleasure purrs from her as her tongue laps at my pre-cum.
“I like how you taste,” she says, hot breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. “So good.”
She takes me deep into her mouth. My eyes roll back in sheer bliss. Her mouth is hot and slick. It takes restraint for me not to buck my hips and fuck her tight little throat. I fist my hands in her hair to keep control of the situation. She sinks deeper and her throat constricts with a gag that has her slobber running down the underside of my dick.
I’m too damn big to fuck her throat. Hell, her teeth are dangerously scraping the skin around my cock as it is, but it doesn’t stop me from imagining what it’d feel like.
She pulls back, sucks in a breath, and then goes back to pleasuring me with her perfect mouth. I could spend hours just like this, but I want more. I want my dick buried inside her and my tongue owning hers.
I want to consume her.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now get up here. I need your sexy mouth.”
She allows me to pull her up to her feet, my grip still tight on her hair. Once she’s standing, I dip my mouth to hers, kissing her slick lips. I slide my palms down to her ass and squeeze. Since she’s so small, I easily lift her and guide her to my dick.
“Ease me in, sweetheart.”
She fumbles for my cock and then positions the head at her wet pussy. As soon as I’m angled the right way, I push down on her hips while thrusting my hips up. I bury myself to the hilt in one hard buck of my hips.
“Ahh!” she cries out, fingernails digging into the backs of my shoulders. “Oh God!”
“Mine,” I growl. “You’re fucking mine.”
She nods and then her head falls back against the wall as she loses herself to ecstasy. I drive into her hard, not able to take her softly or sweetly. This is a proclamation. Feral and filled with animalistic need.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My fingers dig into her flesh as I use her small body to fuck my starved cock.

As soon as they’re gone, I close the garage door to the house and then press Willa against the wall, locking her in with my hips.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, studying her tearstained, puffy face.
Her smile is breathtaking. “I am now.”
“You brought bags with you.”
Pink darkens her cheeks and she chews on her bottom lip. “It was probably presumptuous—”
“You’re moving in with me.” I press my forehead to hers. “No question about it.”
She nods and closes her eyes before a sigh of relief escapes her. “Thank you.”
“I want you here,” I murmur, my hands sliding down her front to the button of her jeans. “I need you here. I don’t think you understand how much you’ve gotten inside me, sweetheart.”
A tremble ripples through her. “He touched me… I want it gone. I want you. Everywhere.”

Willa drops her bag and flies into my arms, knocking me against the back of my car. I squeeze her to me, afraid that if I let her go, even just the tiniest bit, she’ll disappear forever. She smells sweet like honey-scented shampoo. I inhale her, hoping to keep her essence trapped in my lungs until the end of time.
Pulling back, I grip her soft jaw in my massive hand and then crash my lips to hers. She tastes sweet like vanilla and Coke. I devour her mouth, needing to lick every part of her, claiming her as mine. Her moan is soft and breathy, speaking straight to
my cock. It hardens between us, and I have the sense to feel ashamed at getting an erection in front of my sister and nephew.
Not the place.
Not the time.
“Fuck,” I rumble against Willa’s perfect pouty lips. “I missed you so fucking much.”
“You literally saw her a few hours ago,” Spencer says in an unhelpful voice. “Just pointing out the obvious.”
“Shut up,” Gemma sasses. “They’re stupidly in love. Leave them alone.”
It’s humiliating to be seen like this in front of my family, but I can’t find the sense to reel it back in. All I want to do is kiss and hug her. Keep her locked in my arms where I know she’s safe.
“Go home,” I growl, unable to keep from nipping Willa’s bottom lip. “We’ll talk about this later.”
I don’t wait for them to answer. It takes everything in me to pull away from Willa to retrieve her bags. I toss them into the house and take her hand, tugging her along after me.