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It started when Grace Chastity walked into school with her regular everyday clothes and her hair pinned up with a single clip, letting her hair fall to her shoulders.
Max's jaw clenched when she walked into environmental science and saw her wearing those jeans that hugged her just right in every way. Her curves were captured in every possible way. His eyes flicked up to her top. Her modest and everyday top. Even thought it might seem like nothing, Max loved seeing how it fitted her chest.
Max stared, hard. His eyes were glued to her with every move.
She sat down in her usual spot. In front of him. She was such a goody two shoes, sitting in the front row. He was greatful for once for assigned seating.
As soon as the class rang for 3rd period to start, he was already bothering her. He began to blow on the back of her head, causing her to whip around and tell him off in front of the whole class. He smirked. "I didn't do anything! Are you accusing me when it's just the air conditioning blowing on you. You do sit under a vent."
She huffed, her face turning a light shade of pink.
He liked it when she was angry. He like the way her face would turn into red and how her eyes would send daggers his way.
As class continued, he continued to do the tiniest of hints messing with her. Lightly clicking the toe of his shoe on her chair. Leaning forward to snap the collar of her shirt. She would whip around and whisper to him to stop before she threatened to call him out for his 'unacceptable behavior'. He would chuckle and continue to stare at her rather than listen to the teacher talking about who knows what. It wasn't as interesting as her.
After what seemed like hours, the teacher told the class to begin working on their paper. Max didn't even lift his pencil.
Instead, he watched her as she got her work done. She was a teachers pet, always has been. He wanted to change that. He needed to change that.
As soon as the teacher walked out of the classroom to print papers, everyone was up and walking around to their friends desk.
Max got up and walked in front of Grace, placing his hands on her desk. She looked up at him with her chocolate daggers. Oh how she doesn't know how much that look turns him on.
"I suppose you might need some assistance in a department I'm an expert in," max commented, his eyes flicking up and down her body.
"Since you don't understand common manners, I need no help in any type of department your nasty brain might be thinking of." Grace piped back, her hand beginning to grip her pencil a but harder.
"Oh, but there is always something you need assistance whit. Why don't I help you loosen up," he said with a growl, his face inches away from hers.
Before she could reply, the bell rang for the class to dismiss. She huffed at him, got up, and started to grab her things. He watched her. It didn't matter if she left or not. He knew her schedule, and he knew what route she would take. The most secluded place so she wouldn't have to look at anyone committing a sin against God.
He grabbed his bag, slowly following her from behind. He began following in step with her, only a few feet away from her.
Once they entered the hallway of nothingness, he took his opportunity to pounce.
If anyone was nearby, they would hear a yelp, but nothing more.
He had pinned her to the lockers, smelling her sweet scent. She looked tiny against him.
His eyes grew with want as she glared. She had no idea.
"Max Jägerman, get off of me right now!"
He chuckled and leaned next to her ear, softly speaking. "I'm going to loosen you up, just like I promised."
Her eyes grew wide. She tried to shove him off, but her own body refused. She couldn't deny that being pressed against the lockers by Max Jägerman was a turn on.
She squeezed her thighs together, but still glared at him with her sweet chocolate eyes. She didn't want this to end. She enjoyed smelling him in. The feeling of his rough hands on her waist and his built body pressed into hers was already enough to make her feel high. She really didn't want this to end, but she wasn't about to let him get away with this.
Max squinted his eyes. She was thinking about something, and he was ready for it to happen.
He felt her moving around again, but this time he leaned in and took her ear lobe in his mouth, biting it. He could hear her gasp, and felt her chest rise and fall quickly. He slowly moved his mouth to her jawline, nibbling and kissing her slowly down until he reached her neck. He was in deep and both him and her knew there was no way of them getting out of this until they resolved the issue that was pulsing against Grace's abdomen.
"Just know, im going to murder you after this, Max."
"Say whatever you want Chastity," he said into her neck. "I'm going to fuck you till you scream my fucking name."
Her breath was now shallow. The way the words fell out of him left her dizzy for more.
In the span of one minute, Max's letter was torn off and Grace's sweater was on the floor, her shirt underneath already half way unbuttoned when they heard footsteps coming around the corner.
Grace froze, her adrenaline pumping. She felt Max smirk against her skin as his mouth continued to taste her neck, making her skin prickle underneath his warm breath.
"Max - Max, someone is coming." She turned frigged as the footsteps became louder. "Chastity, calm down. We can take this next door." The last words came out as a growl, letting a squeak come out as a response.
He pulled her into the abandoned classroom, Grace picking up the clothes that they discarded in the hallway before closing the door.
Not even after locking it, he tore open her button up, the buttons scattering across the floor.
"MA-," His lips pressed against her, silencing the words that were about to spill out.
His lips felt rough against her soft ones. He bit into her bottom lip, causing her to open her mouth with a gasp as he slid his tongue in to finally get a sweet taste of Grace Chastity. She tasted like heaven. She was sweet like strawberries. As for him, he tasted like his musk of his body, and a hint of mint from the gum he was chewing before. He filled Grace's head, making her feel light headed as she took him in.
She could feel his hands wander up her body, resting on the back of her bra. She whimpered into this mouth, feeling how his rough hands touched her chest. He took it off with a single motion and reached to grab her perky breast. She whined again, their lips separating for as he took a nipple into his mouth. She opened her mouth, a groan escaping her lips. His tongue swirled around her nipple as he let his other hand wander to the other boob, taking the breast into his hand and squeezing. Her brain felt fuzzy as he broke away from her hard nipples.
Their mouths clashed together. Her hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. He complied, his hands already flying to her hips, then to her jeans. He grunted and pushed her against a desk. The sound of him made Grace's core pool with heat. She didn't care if this was how she lost it, she was with Max Jägerman.
Max's hands flew to the button on her jeans, as Grace broke the heated making out between them.
"You better not break this button, or so help me God, I will break you."
Max's body was lit up with her words. He wanted to, just to feel and see how she would make him beg, but he wanted to be in charge. He slowed down, swiftly, but gently pulling her jeans off in one motion. She let out a sigh of relief and soon began taking his clothes off desperately, trying to get to more skin.
Soon enough, they were both in their underwear. He lifted her up and placed her on the desk, leaning down to her wet core. He looked up at her, watching her face. "What are you waiting for?" She looked down at him, wanting to just have him already take her underwear off. "Let me hear you say it. I want you to tell me what it is you are," he said, his mouth starting to move up onto her thighs. She huffed, looking into his eyes with lust. "I am a dirty girl."
He didn't waste any time taking off her underwear and pulling her thighs apart, showing him her slick folds. She felt shy, exposed to him like that. She began to close her legs again, but Max held them back, growling at her. "You're so fucking wet," he said, rubbing his thumb on her clit. She let out a whimper, holding the sides of the desk as Max continued to rub her as he leaned down. She felt his hot breath hit her, and she whined. "Max, oh my gosh." She felt like she was on fire. Her skin was blazing as he lowered his lips to her fold. He lightly flicked his tongue, causing her to jump and whine again. He continued to lightly ghost his tongue on her wet core as he left his thumb rubbing her clit. "Pleasee, Max," she let out. "Pleas what? Tell me what you want, dirty girl." She let out a whimper, her lips trembling. "Please, I want you to-," she couldn't finish the sentence as Max licked up her folds. Grace's gasp stopped her before she could finish. "I don't think I heard you sweet Chastity, what were you saying." She breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling. "Oh, just fuck me already," she said.
Max was caught off guard from the obscenity that came out of her mouth. He let out a breath before he began to push a finger into her pulsing hole.
She yelped from the feeling of his thick finger entering her, pushing against her tight walls. She whined again, with more whimpers falling out of her mouth. "You're so fucking tight." He continued to thrust into her wet core, as she continued to clench around his finger. "Oh my God."
Max watched as his finger dipped in and out of her. He couldn't even think that he could be aroused any more.
He wasted no time in putting another finger into her. She screamed with ecstasy. She couldn't believe that Max Jägerman was finger fucking her.
Max put his tongue on her clit, licking her up as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. She moaned, and God was her moan heavenly to Max. She sounded like music to his ears. He took that response to work faste.
Grace writhed under his touch and tongue. She was hot all over, her thighs covered with slick juice as Max continued to make her moan.
Grace's hands flew to Max's hair, gripping hard and pushing his face deeper into her. She needed more, more of him. "Oh fuck, Max," she moaned into the absent space.
Max stood up, taking his fingers out, leaving Grace whining for him to fill her up again.
"Oh, you Dirty Girl. I'll give you what you want."
Max went for his letterman, grabbing the condom he saved for this moment. This moment of fucking Grace Chastity.
He ripped open the condom and put it on before putting the head of his cock into her gaping hole. She was waiting eagerly to fill her up.
Max leaned down, his mouth right next to her ear. "Let me ease into you, I don't you to lose control yet."
He pushed himself into her, his head now in her heat, with his full length following right after.
Grace let out a whimper, as Max let out a groan. "Take it easy, I won't start pounding yet." Max kissed her throat then moved to her jawline. "I want you to move."
Max didn't waste time. He gradually pulled himself out before slowing pushing himself back in. Grace whined, slightly moving her hips against Max's core. "Fuck, Grace." Grace wrapped her legs around Max's waist, pulling him deep into her. His cock surruonded her tight heat. He moaned, pushing himself as far as he could go into Grace. He finally gave in and started roughly shoving himself in and out of her. He never wanted to stop. He could feel Grace's slick gush around his cock. He could hear Grace moaning his name. God, he loved hearing he name fall out of her mouth.
The empty classroom was filled with sounds of skin contacting skin. Max's hands gripping Grace's hips, continuing to pound into her.
"Max, please. I'm going to burst."
Once the words left her mouth, Max became a wild animal. He pulled her lower body up against him, and placed his hand on her breast, squeezing as he kept pushing himself into her.
She was starting to tighten around him, and he knew he was near the end.
He latched his mouth onto her chest, littering her with bites as she screamed his name.
She could feel everything rush straight to her core and her legs became weak. Her brain was not on earth anymore. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a feeling of pressure came from her core and around Max's dick. She was enjoying the pleasure of the high. Her head was felt light as she saw nothing, but only dark spots as she came.
Max watched, and God, was she beautiful. When he had felt her release around his cock, he was done for. His own cum had pumped out. He pumped out his high, feeling Grace loosen around him.
He pulled out taking the condom and throwing it into the trash. He watched her come to her senses and look at him with tired eyes and panting coming from her mouth.
"It seems like you were the one who lost control, not me."
Max chuckled, leaning into Grace's ear.
"Your loose enough for me."
Grace looked at Max. "Sneak into my house tonight. You're Dirty Girl will teach you to watch your mouth."
"I like the sound of that."