Chapter 11

Dane Carver prowled the empty halls of Westview High, his heavy footsteps echoing off the chipped linoleum like a predator stalking prey. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting stark shadows that stretched his six-foot-three frame even taller, his muscular bulk filling the corridor with an aura of menace. His tight black tee clung to his chiseled pecs and rippling abs, the fabric straining against his steroid-pumped biceps. His fitted jeans hugged his thick thighs, the bulge of his eleven-inch cock impossible to miss, a weapon he wielded with cruel confidence.

At sixteen, Dane was the undisputed king of the school, a star linebacker whose raw power on the field mirrored the dominance he craved in every other part of his life. His dark brown hair was cropped close, his green eyes glinting with a predatory hunger that hadn’t been sated in days.

His balls ached, a throbbing pressure that had built since last night’s frustration. Lacey, his thirty-two-year-old fuckdoll of a mother, was still recovering from her Double-E-cup breast implant surgery, her perfect tits wrapped in bandages, off-limits for another few days. The thought of her dripping pussy, usually so eager for his cock, only made his need worse. He’d browbeaten her into a blowjob, but there was only so much pleasure he could get from a mouth, even one as talented and well-trained to his massive cock as Lacey’s.

Then there was Gina, that thirty-six-year-old trophy wife with her fake D-cups and tight ass, who’d dared to blow him off last night, whining about her husband Charles and some bullshit commitment. Dane had been forced to jerk off alone, his laptop blaring misogynistic porn—sluts gagging on cocks, whimpering as they were pounded into submission. Even after cumming twice, his steroid-fueled libido roared back to life, his latest dose of juice making his veins pulse and his cock throb with unrelenting need. He needed pussy, and he needed it now.

The hallway was quiet, most students tucked away in third-period classes. Dane was supposed to be in Mr. Thompson’s history class, but that spineless prick wouldn’t dare mark him absent. The teacher’s nervous stammers and averted eyes whenever Dane loomed over him ensured that. Dane smirked, his lips curling with arrogant certainty. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted, and no one would stop him. His eyes scanned the corridor, searching for a target to slake his hunger. That’s when he saw her.

She was hurrying down the hall, a petite little thing, barely five feet tall, her slender frame moving with a nervous urgency. Her long, chestnut hair bounced in a high ponytail, catching the light with a glossy sheen that made Dane’s cock twitch. Her heart-shaped face was fucking perfect—big, doe-like brown eyes, a small nose, and full lips that looked made for sucking dick. Her tight white crop top barely contained her perky tits, the outline of her nipples faintly visible, and her denim miniskirt hugged her rounded hips, barely covering her tight little ass. Her smooth, tanned legs ended in white sneakers, her steps quick and anxious, like a deer sensing a wolf.

Dane’s gaze raked over her, his mind already stripping her bare, imagining how her pussy would feel clamped around his cock. She was a freshman, he figured—fourteen, maybe fifteen, new enough to the school that he hadn’t noticed her before. Perfect.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dane called, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a blade. She froze, clutching her backpack strap, her eyes darting up to meet his. Those doe-like eyes widened, a mix of fear and recognition flashing across her face. She knew who he was—everyone did. Dane Carver, the star linebacker, the guy who’d led Westview football to an undefeated record thus far, the guy whose reputation for fucking anything in a skirt was whispered in every locker room and bathroom stall. He stepped closer, towering over her, his broad shoulders blocking the light, casting her in his shadow. “What’s the rush? You look like you’re running from something.”

Her lips parted, her breath hitching as she looked up at him, her cheeks flushing pink. “I-I’m late for class,” she stammered, her voice soft, almost a whisper. “I need to get to English.”

Dane’s smirk widened, his green eyes locking onto hers, pinning her in place. “English, huh? Fuck that. Someone as sexy as you shouldn’t be wasting time in some boring-ass classroom.” His gaze dropped to her tits, the crop top stretching tight across them, her nipples hardening under his stare. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Z-Zoe,” she said, her voice trembling. Zoe. Perfect. A sweet, innocent name for a sweet, innocent piece of ass. Dane stepped closer, invading her space, his body heat radiating against her. She took a half-step back, her backpack bumping against the lockers, but he didn’t let up.

“Zoe,” he repeated, rolling the name on his tongue like he was tasting her already. “Fuck, you’re hot. That little outfit’s got my cock hard as a rock. You know that, don’t you?” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly growl. “Bet every guy in this school’s jerking off thinking about that tight little body.”

Her eyes widened further, her cheeks burning red now. “I-I really need to go,” she said, her voice shaking as she tried to sidestep him. “Please, I’m gonna get in trouble.”

Dane laughed, a low, cruel sound that sent a shiver through her. “Trouble? Baby, the only trouble you’re in is looking like a fucking wet dream and not doing something about it.” He reached out, his big hand closing around her arm, his grip firm but not painful—yet. “Come on, Zoe. Let’s have a little fun before you go learn about Shakespeare or whatever the fuck.”

She shook her head, her ponytail swaying, but her eyes betrayed her—there was fear, sure, but also a flicker of curiosity, maybe even arousal. Dane knew that look. He’d seen it on dozens of girls, from cheerleaders to nerds, all of them intimidated by his size, his reputation, his cock, but unable to resist the pull of his raw masculinity. He tugged her arm, guiding her toward an empty classroom just a few steps away. “Don’t be shy, baby. You and me, we’re gonna get to know each other real well.”

“No, please,” she whispered, but her feet moved with his, her body betraying her words. Dane pushed open the classroom door, the faint smell of chalk and old books hitting him as he pulled her inside. He locked the door with a click, the sound loud in the quiet room. The blinds were half-drawn, casting slatted shadows across the desks, giving the space a dim, illicit feel. Perfect for what he had in mind.

Zoe stood frozen, her backpack slipping to the floor as Dane turned to face her, his eyes raking over her again. Her crop top rode up slightly, exposing a sliver of her flat, tanned stomach, and her miniskirt hugged her hips so tightly he could see the outline of her panties.

His cock throbbed, straining against his jeans, begging to be unleashed. “Fuck, Zoe, you’re a goddamn tease walking around like that,” he said, stepping closer, his hands flexing with the urge to grab her. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you? Making guys like me wanna bend you over and fuck you senseless.”

She shook her head, her eyes darting to the locked door, then back to him. “I-I didn’t mean to,” she said, her voice barely audible. “I just ... I just want to get to class.”

Dane grinned, his teeth flashing like a wolf’s. “Class can wait, baby. That pussy of yours is calling my name.” He reached down, unbuttoning his jeans with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes never leaving hers. He pulled down the zipper, freeing his massive cock, the thick, eleven-inch shaft springing free, already rock-hard and glistening with precum.

Zoe gasped, her eyes widening to saucers as she stared at it, her lips parting in shock. Dane chuckled, gripping his cock in one hand, stroking it slowly. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Biggest fucking cock you’ve ever seen, I bet.”

Zoe’s knees trembled, her body caught between fear and fascination. “It’s ... it’s so big,” she whispered, her voice quivering. “I-I’ve never...”

“Never what?” Dane taunted, stepping closer, his cockhead brushing against her thigh, leaving a smear of precum on her skin. “Never seen a real man’s cock? Never had one this big stretch that tight little pussy?” He reached out, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re gonna love every fucking inch.”

She whimpered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, but she didn’t pull away. Dane’s hand moved to her shoulder, pushing her down gently but firmly, guiding her to her knees. “Get on your knees, Zoe. Time to show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

“Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking, but she sank to her knees, her skirt riding up to expose more of her thighs. Her eyes were locked on his cock, the massive shaft looming over her like a threat. Dane pressed the swollen head against her lips, smearing precum across them, marking her. “Open up, slut,” he growled. “Suck my cock like the good little whore you are.”

Zoe hesitated, her lips trembling, but then they parted, her tongue darting out tentatively to lick the precum from his tip. Dane groaned, his hand tangling in her ponytail, pulling her closer. “That’s it, baby. Taste it. Fuck, you’re gonna look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

She opened wider, her lips stretching around his thick head, her tongue swirling nervously as she took him in. Her mouth was warm, wet, and so fucking tight, her inexperience obvious but only making Dane harder. He guided her head, pushing deeper, watching her eyes water as his cock hit the back of her throat. “Fuck, yeah, that’s good,” he said, his voice rough with lust. “Suck it, Zoe. Show me how much you want it.”

She whimpered around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as she tried to please him. Her lips stretched wide, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her tongue working clumsily but eagerly.

Dane’s hand tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm, forcing her to take more. “Look at me, slut,” he ordered, and her big brown eyes flicked up, meeting his, filled with fear and a glimmer of something else—arousal, maybe, or just the desperate need to please him. “Fuck, you’re a natural. Those lips were made for sucking cock.”

Zoe’s cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening as she struggled to take him deeper. Her gag reflex kicked in, her throat convulsing around his shaft, but Dane didn’t let up, pushing her head down until her nose brushed his pubic hair. “That’s it, choke on it,” he taunted, his hips rocking slightly, fucking her mouth. “You love this, don’t you? Little freshman slut, gagging on my big dick.”

She moaned, the sound muffled by his cock, her saliva dripping down her chin as she worked him. Dane’s balls tightened, the pressure building as her warm mouth sucked and slurped, her tongue teasing the underside of his shaft. He could feel her trembling, her fear and arousal mixing into something that drove him wild. “Fuck, you’re good at this,” he growled, his hand guiding her faster now, his cock sliding in and out of her throat. “Gonna make you my personal cocksucker, Zoe. Bet you’re wet as fuck right now, aren’t you?”

She whimpered again, her eyes squeezing shut as she focused on pleasing him, her lips stretched to their limit. Dane’s breathing grew ragged, his cock throbbing as he neared the edge. “Fuck, here it comes, slut,” he warned, his grip tightening. “Swallow every fucking drop.” With a guttural groan, he came, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum down her throat. Zoe gagged, her eyes watering, but she swallowed, her throat working to take it all, some dribbling down her chin as she struggled to keep up.

Dane pulled out, his cock still hard, glistening with her saliva and his cum. He wiped it across her lips, smearing her face with his seed. “Fuck, you look good like that,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “My cum all over that pretty face.”

Zoe coughed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her eyes wide and teary. “I-I need to go,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “P-please let me go.”

But Dane wasn’t done. His cock was still rock-hard, his need far from sated. He grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet with ease, her petite frame no match for his strength. “Not yet, baby,” he said, spinning her around and bending her over the nearest desk. She gasped, her hands bracing against the wood as he yanked her miniskirt up, exposing her white lace panties, already soaked through with her arousal. “Fuck, look at that,” he said, his fingers brushing the wet fabric, making her flinch. “Your pussy’s dripping for me. You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“No, please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling, but her body betrayed her, her hips twitching as his fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric. Dane ripped her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles, exposing her tight, glistening pussy. He groaned, his cock throbbing at the sight of her pink folds, already wet and ready for him.

“Fuck, that’s a perfect little cunt,” he said, gripping her hips and positioning himself behind her. He rubbed his cockhead against her entrance, teasing her, watching her squirm. “You want this, don’t you? Want my big cock stretching you out?”

Zoe shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks now, but her pussy clenched as he pressed against her. “Please, it’s too big,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I-I can’t...”

“You can, and you will,” Dane growled, pushing forward, his thick cockhead forcing her open. She shrieked, her body tensing as he stretched her, her tight pussy struggling to take his massive size. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, inching deeper, her walls gripping him like a vice. “This cunt’s made for my cock.”

Zoe moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled her, her fingers digging into the desk. Dane didn’t hold back, thrusting hard, his hips slamming against her ass as he buried himself balls-deep. “Fuck, yeah,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Take it, slut. Take every fucking inch.”

She cried out, her body rocking with each brutal thrust, her pussy dripping wet despite her tears. Dane’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded her, the desk creaking under their weight. “You love this, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice low and cruel. “Little freshman whore, getting fucked by the king of this school. Your pussy’s so fucking wet for me.”

Zoe’s moans grew louder, her body betraying her as pleasure overtook her fear. Her pussy clenched around him, her juices coating his cock as he fucked her harder, faster. “That’s it, slut,” he said, slapping her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. “Scream for me. Let everyone know what a good little whore you are.”