His hand slid along my jawline, then to the back of my neck. He yanked me up out of the chair so fast, I gasped.
He cupped his hand over my nose and mouth as I struggled to break free, then he rubbed the curve of my lips with his forefinger.
So, this is the game we’re playing. I refuse to open my eyes to see his compelling glare, but he parted my lips and I could feel my breathing go out in little bursts of air.
“Your mouth was made for me, Goddess,” he whispers into my mouth.
I could feel my lips puckering up to kiss him, but he pulls away just an inch.
“You want to kiss me,” he whispers. “What about giving the answer I want to hear?”
I groan deep from somewhere in my throat hoping for a taste of his sensual lips.
Lowell doesn’t care. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and squeezes me so hard I thought my spine would crack. I try to wiggle my way out of his muscular grasp, but it is no use.
“When are you going to learn?” he asks leaning into my ear.
I stop moving and he loosens his grip on my back. He moves his pelvis against me back and forth, until I feel a tingle between my legs. He pulls me in closer and I cannot resist pressing myself into his groin.
He is hard and his dick feels large as fuck even under his jeans.
I am overwhelmed by desire, but why?
He has not even kissed me.
Why is my body heating up?
I hate this guy and he told me he hates with all of the heart.
So what the fuck is going here?
Why do I want this motherfucker?
I am confused as all hell, but Lowell is not. He knows what he is doing. He is forceful and knows his skills. I bet he does this with all of the girls he likes to torment.
He picks me up in one quick swoop and lays me across the table bringing his lips down on mine in a light brush. Still no kiss, dammit.
He pulls away again and pulls my polo out of my skirt to reveal my bare stomach. He instead proceeds to kiss there and starts stroking my breasts with his hands. I pull my shirt up higher to my neck to give him better access.
“Let’s just get rid of this thing,” he says removing it from my body in a fast motion.
I release a moan as he pulls my bra down to cup one of my breasts in his hot mouth and began to arch my back in excitement. Then his fingers began to roll the flesh of my other breast and I moan again. He proceeds to grasp my nipple between his fingers so hard I feel like he’s going to squeeze it off.
I scream out in pain in a state of confusion.
“Big city girl can take it, stop it,” he murmurs into my breast as he bites my other nipple so hard I’m scared he has drawn blood.
“That shit hurts,” I scream.
“I know what will hurt so good,” he says as he moved his hand under my plaid pleated skirt to tear off my underwear throwing them on the floor.
His touch moves into my wet pussy.
“You were waiting for me,” he whispers while my breast is tossed around by his tongue.
My legs began to quiver violently. I want him to grind his fingers inside to the tempo of my vibrating clit. He does exactly what I want and it feels to good to be true. I must be under his spell as I think I’m going to orgasm right in this school library.
He rubs his finger in and out of my gyrating pussy as I thrust my hips harder against his hand.
“Yes, oh yes, it feels so good,” I moan out in a loud voice.
“Tell me to call you Goddess,” he says pulling his face away from exposed breasts but still jamming his hand into my hot pussy.
That’s one thing I do not want. I do not want to be owned by Lowell. I don’t want him to think he can call me what he wants whenever he wants. He knows it, but he knows I need this orgasm too. It is too late for me. I have lost my mind and want this sadist inside of me. I want his hot body all over me to bring me to ecstasy.
I want to come and I’m so close with just his hand.
“You love the name, Goddess?” he asks pulling his hand away from my gyrating pussy.
I grab his hand to thrust it back to my hot clit.
“Nope, tell me what I want to hear,” he demands in a strict voice.
“Yes, I love it…,” I struggle to speak pushing his hand to move against my thrusting. “Please…call me…Goddess.”
“Thank you, Goddess,” he says reneging on giving any more touches from his hand.
He left me undone and frustrated. I want to come so bad and grind my legs together hoping that will bring it on, but know I need his hand.
Lowell gasped putting his hand to his mouth, “You can’t come on your own. What kind of Goddess are you?”
I turn my head away from him to pull my bra back up over my bare breasts.
He licks his fingers loud enough for me to hear. “You taste as good as a slice of New York cheesecake. Maybe, next time I’ll put my tongue in your sweet pussy.”
Squeezing my eyes tight, I whimper out in anticipation of coming with his tongue.
Then, the click of his phone snaps me out of my fantasy.
“Great, now I have a pic to remember this for all time.”
“What?” I ask in a high pitched voice.
“Get your ass off of the table,” he demands in a harsh tone. “Damn, you’ll do it anywhere. I knew you were like this the first time I saw you, Goddess. You have no self-respect.”
My eyes flickered open and my clouded gaze found Lowell’s handsome
