honeyforher
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- Parts 2
"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name."
Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going.
"Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me."
"You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance.
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At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable.
Black button ups. Eyes like iron that could melt steel. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a very bad past, chaos behind her eyes and a heart made of stone.
Then comes Isadora 'Isa' Mercer. She's eighteen, reckless and dripping with absolute sin and sunshine. Her skirt's atleast two inches above her knees, her tongue's too sharp and her eyes reveals she's here to cause trouble.
Evelyn tells herself she can handle it. But now they're breaking rules, sneaking behind cathedral doors and baptizing themselves in every filthy thing they swore they'd never do.