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Dirty

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I sighed, readjusting in the uncomfortable school chairs we were in. This was practically torture, making us watch these nerds talk about drunk driving and shit. It was beyond boring.

Danny was resting his head on my shoulder, probably trying to catch some zzzs after not sleeping at all last night. After a few minutes, Danny began to place small kisses to my neck, “What are you doing?” I whispered in response. He lifted his head, “Wanna get outta here?” He asked me. “Yeah.” I simply replied. “Okay, Imma leave, you count to ten, then come.” He instructed. I then watched as he swiftly rose out of his chair a walked out and into the hallway. After ten seconds, I followed.

He was leaning on the wall when I turned the corner. “Come on.” He said, gesturing for me to follow him with his head. I did. I followed him to the old Spanish room. I say old because it’s uninhabited now, Mrs. Diaz died or something. At least, that’s what I heard. I followed Danny into the room and watched as he shut the door behind me, locking it with his nimble fingers. I looked up at him as he approached me. When he was inches away from me, he grabbed my hand, forcefully groping himself with my hand. He let out a sharp breath in doing so.

“I need you, baby.” He said in that dark, husky voice he knows I can’t resist. I removed my hand from his grasp, bringing my hands to his neck. “You have me.” I said. He smiled with that psychotic smile of his, that smile I get drunk on. Danny brought his hands to my waist, backing me up til my butt hit the teacher’s desk. He lowered his hands to the backs of my thighs, lifting me up onto the desk. He then pushed my legs apart to stand between them.

Danny’s hands roamed over my legs as he smothered my lips with his. His tongue fighting for dominance. I teased the hem of my shirt before pulling it off, leaving me in my dark purple bra. Danny looked down at me, letting out a shaky breath as his eyes rolled back into his head for just a second. He then pulled off his t-shirt and undershirt both in one swift motion, leaving little to my imagination, letting my eyes roam his beautiful, and might I say sexy, body.

Danny continued his assault on my body, lips roaming down my neck, collarbones, and breasts. He pulled the cup of my bra down to envelope my nipple in his mouth. My head rolled back, and Danny did a little multitasking. While leaving his mark on my body, his hands reached under my skirt, grabbing ahold of my panties and yanking them down my legs and off my body entirely. I leaned back on my arms and watched as he fumbled with his belt trying to rid himself of his jeans as soon as possible. He ripped his belt off, unbuttoned, and unzipped his raggedy jeans before pushing his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one motion.

That was a pretty sight to see. Danny and all his glory, standing right in front on me. “You’re so dirty,” He said, in that cursed voice of his, “it’s hot.” He added, his hands coming to grasp my thighs, yanking me to the edge of the desk. He brought a hand down to where I longed for his touch. “Danny,” I breathlessly said as he teased me. “What baby?” He asked with a devilish grin plastered on his face. “Please,” I begged. “Please what?” He was always like this, “Touch me.” I begged him, and he finally did what I asked. He slipped a finger inside of me, and I let out a moan from the back of my throat. He wasted no time, his pace fastening as he pumped a finger in and out, and then two. I could feel the cold of his rings against me.

Without warning, he yanked his fingers out, leaving me no time to whine before he thrusted himself inside of me. I was a moaning mess as he had no mercy for me and he slammed his cock into me. He gripped my thighs as he fucked me, I leant back onto the desk, not being able to hold myself up any longer. I was a mess, jelly in his grasp. And his guttural moans certainly did nothing but aid him, and me. “Yeah you like that don’t you?” He said, I knew he was close. “You’re such a dirty girl, whose dirty girl are you huh?” He prodded for an answer. “Yours, I’m your dirty girl Danny.” I moaned out. He chuckled, thrusting harder until I reached my orgasm.

After a moment, his thrusts became sloppy, and he quickly pulled out of me and stroked himself til his seed shot all over me. It was a beautiful sight, Danny’s head hung back, eyes rolling, mouth agape. It was euphoric.

After we calmed down a bit, he slipped on his pants then grabbed some paper towels and began to clean me up. “I hate when you do that at school.” I said to him, referring to the mess he left on me. “If you hated it you wouldn’t let me do it, baby.” He smiled.