Manson’s name was carved into her skin. It gave me a shiver of pleasure to see the way my man had already claimed her, and I brushed my fingers over the cuts, before hurriedly tugging down my boxers.

“Is this what you used to think about?” she said breathlessly. I bet she was trying to sound taunting, but her words came out as desperate. “When you sat behind me in biology, was this why you were constantly staring at me?”

“Damn right, it was.” I sunk into her, her pussy deliciously wet and warm as she clung around me. Part of the reason I failed that class — besides the fact that I didn’t care — was that I couldn’t stop staring at the back of her head, fantasizing about her, imagining that stuck-up look on her face crumbling into the expression she had now.

Full of longing, pained with need, looking at me like I was the only way she could get what she so desperately wanted.

I pounded into her, the desk squeaking on the old floor as I used her hard. “I thought about this so many times, Jess.” I ground out the words as she throbbed around me. “I wanted to bend you over in front of the whole damn class.” She groaned as I lowered my voice and said, “I knew it would only take a few strokes and you’d be begging me for more.”

Her mouth hung open as she cried my name. I pressed down on her lower back, arching her into me. Her thighs shook, squeezing so damn tight around me, every hard thrust brought a moan from her.

She cried out again as she came, clenching so hard my vision sparked. I scratched my nails down her spine, curling over her like a beast as I came inside her.

“This is what you’ve fucking done to me,” I growled right in her ear as I pressed as deep as I could get. I wanted every drop of my cum in her. I wanted her to feel the heat of it for the rest of the night. “I’m not good at letting go of things I want, and you…I have wanted you for so goddamn long.”

I went still at last, both of us out of breath. My heart was pounding so hard I was surprised it didn’t burst. I pulled her up and against me before I weakly sunk down against the wall, taking her with me. She sat on my lap, my cock still inside her, her legs twitching as she rested against my chest.

“You won,” I finally said, once I had enough air in my lungs. “You won, you little brat. Happy?”

I swear the way she wiggled was another victory dance. “Yeah. I’m happy, Lucas.”