Sexy Temptations

"Mrs. y/l/n. Since you love day dreaming in this class so much, you wouldn't mind staying a school with me to do those lovely papers you're elbows are resting on." Mr. Horan snaps me back to reality. Why couldn't we have a old bald dude instead of this Irish cutie? One that I wouldn't have day dreams about fucking me hard against his metal desk. Or tells me to beg for it as he teases me with his cock. My toes curl as I'm sitting in my sit. I'll be here for a least an hour and a half. Most of the teachers would be gone and I'll be struggling not to cum in my seat as I'm doing math. The bell rings and everyone walks out the class room, leaving me and Horan.

"Get to work," I obey quickly because I do not want another detention. I would like to day dream in the comfort of my own house and bed if you know what I mean. *wink wink*. 20 minutes into detention and I think I did something wrong because Mr. Horan is already calling me up to his desk.

"Yes," I stand and chew at my lip.

"Take a sit," He gestured to the chair across from the desk. I sit and crossed my legs.

"What was you dreaming about?"

"Excuse me?"

"I want to know what you was dreaming about. And if you don't tell me I will make sure you have detention for the rest of your years in high school."

"You can't do that."

"Love, I can do anything I want," he leans in on his elbows. I think about it.

"Maybe I can show you better than I can tell you," I get up and craw on the table, kissing his lips gently. He groans but pushes me away. I might get expelled for this. I'll be that girl who tried to make a move on the teacher. Tried to rape him in detention. Mr. Horan closes the door and then locks it, pulling the blinds down on all the windows before sitting down again. He then grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss. I straddle his lip like I have done only once before. He hips thrust into mine and his mouth muffles my moans.

His fingers pulling at my panties, they rip effortlessly. His thumb circles my clit and I'm begging him to fuck me.

"Already so wet for me, slut," He smirks as he pulls his pants down, along with his boxers and pushes into me. I cry out as he give me no time to adjust. He whispers sweet nothings into my ear as I feel myself getting closer and closer with each deep stroke. His hand covering my mouth because it's feeling too good and my moans are loud, but I can't help it. His free hand grips my waist and he sink his nails into me. Tears forming in my eyes and black spots swarm my vision. I'm so close and he can feel it.

"Come on. Cum for me, love." he demands and I obey like a good girl I know I'm not. Breathing heavy and sweaty I fix myself In the mirror I have in my purse.

"You have detention tomorrow." Mr. Horan smirks.

"You can call me Niall for now on,"

Notes

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