DAWG

Sixteen

***This is extremely long, but y'all prefer long chapters, right?? 🙃 Idk! Lmao Happy reading lovelies!

Sixteen

It was the sound of the door catching its latch and heels clicking against the linoleum floor that grasped Zayne's noticeably wondering attention. His gaze was once focused on his open textbook, but now they were shifting aimlessly throughout his Business Management classroom. He pressed his back further into his seat, slightly parting his legs as he watched one of his girls sashay to the front of the class. This particular woman was one of his professors and she too couldn't get enough of him.

She tossed her loose black tresses over her shoulder as she crawled onto her desk on all fours. He arched an eyebrow, his lips folding into a devious smirk. He had always enjoyed her because she was undeniably a freak. Her chestnut brown irises bore into his as she slowly parted her thick toffee colored legs. Her black pencil skirt was tight and would only allow her legs to spread a short distance.

Zayne shook his head as he noticed that she wore no panties, giving him a view of her glistening pearl. He couldn't seem to figure out how she always stayed ready at all times. Only moments ago there were others students occupying the room with him. Her crisp white blouse was open as she ran her small hand over her breast teasingly slow. She smirked at him with the more her hands traveled down her body. "Would you mind helping me out, Mr. Sanchez?"She purred, her hand inches away from her womanhood.

He stood up from his seat, his feet instantly carrying him over to her desk. He gripped one of her thighs and abruptly pulled her towards him. They stared into each other's eyes, hers filled to the brim with a certain desire – a hunger –and his with nothingness. He grabbed a hold of her neck tightly, lightly on the whim of choking her. She was the one that always liked it rough. "You know I can't do this with you right now Rene."He spoke lowly into her ear. Part of his reasoning for declining such an offer stemmed from him having to meet with his father in an hour or so. The other reason behind his lack of wanton, because he hadn't any interest in her that day.

Rene parted her legs wider, almost swallowing his waist whole. He gripped her thighs, his hands baring into her flesh. She whimpered because his inability to be gentle with her was turning her on. He wasn't even trying to get her going. "Please."She panted softly. Zayne's jaw instantly clenched tighter. He couldn't stand when a woman begged him knowing he clearly wasn't going to give in. This was his show and he called the shots. "No."He answered quietly. He was still trying to remain cognizant of their surroundings. After all, it was still early in the day.

"You know no one can stroke me the way that you can, not even my husband."She voiced, her hands running up and down his chest. He grabbed a hold of her hands to cease her movement. There was commotion outside of the classroom with students probably making their rounds to another class. His hard gaze shifted when the doorknob began to rattle from someone evidently trying to open it. Rene's brown eyes bulged and she quickly allowed her legs to fall away from his waist.

"Rene honey, it's me. Why is your door locked?"It was a man's voice and Zayne instantly knew that that meant it was her husband. He remained standing there, scrutinizing her. She swiftly moved across her desk, leaving a trail of what had become of her just from being in his presence. He grimaced before turning on his heels. "Fix yourself."He tossed over his shoulder as he sauntered back to his desk for his things.

He could hear her heels clicking rapidly against the floor when he leaned down to pick up his bag. He then stuffed his business portfolio and textbook into his bag. When he was sure he had everything he headed back down to the front part of the room. "Rene!"Her husband yelled, his knocking ringing throughout the empty classroom. She was running around buttoning up her blouse and trying to smooth down her skirt. The wrinkles were still very much prominent and one could tell that she had been up to something.