Darcy removed her lingerie and got on all fours, sticking her ass in the air, putting her pussy on full view. She had the clearest webcam known to man, and Jordan could see her wetness glinting off her pussy lips. His grip on his cock tightened as he remembered the tangy, rich taste of her as she’d come in his mouth.
He stroked himself as she flipped over onto her back and slid her hand between her legs. Fuck—he knew that pussy. Every inch of it. He knew what it tasted like and felt like wrapped around his cock. He knew what it felt like as she came, how tightly it hugged him as she rode him.
He briefly closed his eyes. The memory was better than watching. If he thought hard enough, he could feel the very real sensations of her body on his and his hands in her hair and his lips across her skin. When he opened his eyes and focused on the screen, Darcy had a vibrator out…and inside her.
His hand moved up and down quicker as she thrust the vibrator in and out of her pussy. He could focus on nothing other than the way her moans filled the air and her hips gyrated with each movement she made.
Watching her—it paled in comparison to the real thing. That didn’t stop his balls from tightening and his jaw from clenching as his orgasm reached its peak and his hot come spilled out of the head of his cock, coating his fingers. He worked his cock until his pleasure petered out and all that was left was the warmth settled in his body.
Then, like she knew, Darcy cried out, her orgasm reaching its peak.
That pissed him off.
The only man who was allowed to see her scream in pleasure was him. The only man allowed to see her reach the heights of desire was him. The only fucking man allowed to delight in her body as she came uncontrollably was him.
He stood and shucked his pants off, tucking his cock into his underpants. He slammed his laptop screen down and ran upstairs, his white button-down shirt from work still hugging his torso. The bathroom was his destination, and as he turned the shower on, he ripped his shirt off with such force that three of the buttons came pinging off. They bounced across the floor, and one only stopped when he threw the shirt down on top of it.
He didn’t care.
He was too angry to care.
He was angry and possessive and downright incensed. He could feel it in the pounding of his heart and the rich, deafening rush of his blood through his body.
He stepped into the shower and closed his eyes. The water hit the back of his neck and trailed over his body, washing away any trace of his orgasm.
He had no idea what game she was playing, but he knew one thing: If Darcy wanted him to watch her be fucked, then watch her be fucked he would.
Dear Professor, it’s over to you… Xoxo, Darcy.
I felt equal parts dirty and equal parts proud.
I loved the rush I’d had last night from being back on camera. Loved knowing he was watching me and getting riled because he was one of ten men who were.
I knew I would pay for it today.
I didn’t give a single fuck.
In fact, the e-mail was already in my inbox, waiting for me to open it. I was afraid of its contents, but last night, I’d grown a pair of balls overnight. I was ready to face this day and today’s history lesson with the vigilance of a well-fucked vagina.
To:
[email protected]
From:
[email protected]
Subject: (no subject)
Your ass better be in my motherfucking office at two p.m., sweet thing. Make sure you’re wearing something comfortable, because with the mood I’m in, you’re gonna find your tight ass red fucking raw for your antics last night.
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No “Darcy.” No “J.” Just the message.
I smiled. Good. That’s what I wanted. I wanted him so damn angry that he couldn’t think straight, because anger was a weak emotion, one that could be easily manipulated. I planned to manipulate his anger right into the kind of situation where he would be easy to break with my newly discovered information.
At least, that was my plan. First, I had to get through ninety minutes of his class. Ninety long minutes of sitting across a room from him, knowing what would be coming my way, knowing that there’d be nothing short of steam coming out of his fucking ears the whole time.
Two p.m. The end of our class.
I was so ready. I was so, so ready for anything he had to give me. I’d take it all, because soon, he’d be getting it all right back.
I wore my best dress like I was going to church or a funeral.
I supposed, in a way, I was. I was going to worship his body then kill him with his own idiocy.
Rest in peace, asshole.
He was already in the classroom when I got there. I had known he would be—I was late for a reason, after all. His eyes snapped to me the second I pushed the door open. Had I been a weaker woman, I would have wilted beneath the intensity of the stare he tossed my way.