Teach Me Read Free

out just seeing that.”
    “I still have that skirt,” I tell him, but I’m not sure how clear the words are, because I am coming again. I feel myself tighten and I don’t think he can even keep moving inside me as I clench against his cock, but he does. I am going to be sore tomorrow. I can just give my class a silent reading assignment, while my pussy aches to get back to Lucas.
    “Do you?” He is growling now and I’m worried he is close to coming. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this to end.
    “Come to the school at the end of the day tomorrow. I will wear it.”
    “Can I fuck you right there in your classroom?”
    I can’t answer him as another shock of bliss shatters me. He lifts my hips, which forces my face down into the cushions of the futon, and pounds so hard I bite down on the soft cushion. I don’t think I am even going to be able to walk after he’s done.
    “Tell me I can fuck you in your classroom, Miss Lawlor,” he spits and I repeat yes, over and over while he slams his cock deeper and deeper.
    Oh, shit. What have I gotten myself into?

 
    Two
     
    I can barely move in the morning. There are bruises and a giant mark from where Lucas bit me the previous night. Not to mention the incredible ache between my legs, both from him plowing me for hours and also from the emptiness now that he’s not inside of me. I didn’t bring him home with me, but only because I knew I would never leave him for work. And I really want to be at work today.
    I do not, however, want to deal with my classes today. I am sore and tired and crazy fucking horny and they are needy and stupid. I give all my classes a silent reading assignment and sit at my desk, checking email. Midmorning, my phone buzzes. Lucas. His text gets me wet. Can’t wait to taste that pussy from under your desk. Already seeing red.
    By the time lunch comes around, I am a mess. I go to the teachers’ lounge, where Cara and Brett are already sitting. They’re complaining about their classes, which is nothing new, but Cara brings up Tim Pollen and my ears perk up.
    “I heard he’s running some kind of underground fight club. For money. Someone told me he’s still dealing, but apparently fighting pays better.”
    Brett shrugs. “Always knew that kid would be a delinquent.”
    “I guess he’s recruiting from our kids, though, which is why I figure we should care.”
    “Anyone in particular?”
    Cara leans closer and I sit down next to them, listening to the conversation, my body on edge. “Well, I heard he’s been doing some hardcore recruiting of Kade McNamara, which isn’t surprising.” Kade McNamara was on the football team and weighed about 350 pounds. There was no way the kid didn’t take steroids, but no one seemed to want to call him on it. “And I heard Lucas Guerrero has been rising in the tournament ranks.”
    “That kid was destined to fuck up bad. After his sister, I am not surprised.” Lucas’s sister, Alea, had been taken into child custody when she was a sophomore, after she was found hooking at a nearby motel. The girl was stunning, and I guess the fact that she was fifteen was more of a perk than a deterrent. Lucas had slipped after that, during his junior year, although he had still managed to graduate on time. I think that was when the drugs started, too.
    “He’s fighting?” I ask, trying to sound casual. I can still feel him between my legs, taste him on me. I don’t want to picture him getting beaten on by Kade McNamara and his neckless roid rage.
    “Sounds like it. From what Gwen Abe llon says, he’s like the star.”
    Brett just shakes his head and changes the subject to the upcoming exams, but I can’t stop thinking about Lucas. An underground fight club? For money? I know he always had issues with rage, but I still can’t picture it. Although when I remember how rough he was with me, I suppose it’s possible. It was just different given how much I wanted him.
    I have a prep period after