Chapter 7

Dane Carver slouched in his desk at the back of Mr. Hensley’s chemistry class, his broad shoulders barely fitting the narrow seat, his muscular thighs straining against his tight jeans. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the lab tables cluttered with beakers and Bunsen burners. Mr. Hensley, a balding forty-something with a nasal drone, scribbled equations on the whiteboard, yammering about covalent bonds or some shit Dane didn’t care about. His mind was elsewhere, locked on the sophomore sitting one row ahead, her petite frame radiating fuck-me vibes that made his eleven-inch cock throb painfully against his zipper.

Her name was Bianca Russo, a fifteen-year-old knockout from the photography club, and Christ, she was a walking wet dream. Her glossy dark brown curls spilled over her shoulders, catching the light like they were begging to be yanked. She had a heart-shaped face with pouty lips painted cherry red, and her hazel eyes, framed by long lashes, flickered with a mix of shyness and hunger whenever she glanced back at him. Her skin was creamy, a faint flush creeping up her neck, betraying her nerves. At five-foot-four, her voluptuous figure was pure sin—full, perky tits that jiggled slightly when she shifted, a tiny waist, and an ass so round it practically screamed to be spanked.

Today, she’d gone all out, wearing a skintight black crop top that bared her flat midriff, her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. Her denim miniskirt hugged her hips, barely covering her thighs, and when she crossed her legs, the waistline rode down in the back Dane caught a flash of lacy pink panty whale-tail that sent a jolt straight to his dick. Her strappy high heels dangled from her feet as she swung them nervously, the motion drawing his eyes to her smooth, tanned legs.

Bianca’s shy smile hit him like a punch. She’d turned in her seat a minute ago, pretending to grab a pencil from her bag, but her eyes locked on his, wide and smitten, before darting away with a blush. That nervous little glance, the way her lips parted slightly, told Dane everything: she was hot for him, probably soaking her panties just thinking about his cock. He shifted, adjusting his raging hard-on, picturing her bent over a lab table, skirt hiked up, those pink panties ripped off while he pounded her tight pussy. Fuck, she’d squeal so pretty, her curls bouncing as he fucked her into oblivion.

Life was fucking golden, Dane thought, smirking to himself. His new cycle of roids was kicking in hard, his biceps bulging bigger than ever, veins popping like roadmaps across his forearms. He’d caught Lisa Satkowski, that hot-as-fuck baby-crazy math teacher, staring at his arms in the hall yesterday, her cheeks pink like she was picturing him pinning her down. The football team was crushing it, four wins in a row, thanks to Dane’s bone-rattling tackles and that one play last week where he’d sent some punk quarterback to the hospital. Coach called him a fucking beast, and the college scouts were circling.

Best of all, he had his mother Lacey—his own personal fuckdoll—at home, her platinum-haired, big-titted body ready to take his cock 24/7. She’d suck him off before breakfast, ride him after dinner, and let him fuck her raw whenever he wanted, her ditzy moans music to his ears. And still, he had an endless supply of high school bitches like Bianca, ripe for the taking, their tight cunts practically begging for his dick.

Dane’s eyes roamed Bianca’s body again, lingering on the curve of her ass as she leaned forward to scribble a note, her skirt riding up just enough to tease him. He imagined grabbing those curls, forcing her to her knees right here in class, her glossy lips stretched around his cock while Mr. Hensley droned on about fucking molecules. She’d gag, tears smearing her mascara, but she’d love it, her pussy dripping as he showed her what a real man could do.

His cock twitched, pre-cum leaking into his boxers, and he bit back a groan. Bianca glanced back again, her smile faltering under his predatory stare, her thighs pressing together like she could feel his eyes fucking her already. Yeah, this little slut wanted it bad, and Dane was gonna give it to her—hard, rough, and exactly how he liked it.

Mr. Hensley turned from the board, pointing at a diagram, and asked some dumbass question about polar bonds. Bianca raised her hand, her voice soft but clear, and Dane didn’t hear a word she said, too busy picturing her bent over his lap, her ass red from his slaps, her whimpers muffled as he fingered her sopping cunt. He adjusted himself again, his cock screaming for release, and shot her a smirk when she glanced back. Her blush deepened, her eyes dropping to her desk, and Dane’s grin widened. Life was good, but it was about to get a whole lot better once he got his hands on this hot piece of ass.

Half an hour later, the class dragged on like a fucking funeral, Hensley’s nasally voice still blabbering about electron pairs or whatever. Dane’s cock was a steel rod in his jeans, throbbing with every glance at Bianca’s juicy ass, her tight black crop top riding up to tease the curve of her lower back. Those dark curls bounced as she shifted nervously, her shy hazel eyes flicking back to meet his, practically screaming she wanted his dick but was too chickenshit to admit it. He couldn’t take it anymore—sitting there, imagining her pussy clenching around him, was torture. Fuck waiting.

Dane stood, his six-foot-three frame looming over the desks, muscles flexing under his tight tee. He sauntered forward, brushing past Bianca’s desk, his fingers tapping her shoulder hard enough to make her jump. Her head whipped around, those pouty cherry-red lips parting in a gasp, her eyes wide with that delicious mix of fear and want. The sixteen-year-old stud made eye contact and jerked his head toward the door, not bothering to say a word, and strolled out, tossing a lazy, “Gotta hit the john, Mr. Hensley,” over his shoulder. The teacher barely looked up, muttering something about hurrying back.

Outside in the empty hallway, Dane leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, his cock straining like it had a mind of its own. A minute later, Bianca slipped out, her heels clicking softly, her cheeks flushed pink. “Dane, is this safe?” she whispered, her voice trembling as she glanced down the corridor. “What if we get caught? What if someone sees us? I—I don’t want to get in trouble.” Her hands twisted together, her big hazel eyes darting around like a scared little rabbit.

“Shush, babygirl, I got this under control,” Dane growled, grabbing her arm, his grip firm enough to make her squeak. Her skin was warm, soft as fuck, and he could feel her pulse racing under his fingers. He dragged her toward the girls’ bathroom, her heels stumbling to keep up, her nervous babble—”What if a teacher comes? What if someone’s in there?”—grating on his nerves. “I said shut it,” he snapped, his voice low and commanding, shutting her up as he pushed open the bathroom door. Empty. Perfect.

Dane shoved Bianca against the tiled wall, her back hitting it with a soft thud, her curls bouncing. He didn’t give her a second to think, crashing his mouth onto hers, kissing her hungrily, his tongue forcing its way past her lips. She whimpered into his mouth, her hands pressing weakly against his chest, but her moans betrayed her, low and needy, her body arching toward him. “Dane, wait—slow down,” she gasped when he let her breathe, her voice shaky but thick with lust. “I—I like you, but this is so fast...”

He ignored her, his hands roaming her sexy-as-fuck body, greedy for every curve. He shoved her crop top up, baring her full, perky tits, barely contained by a lacy pink bra that matched her panties. His big hands squeezed her breasts hard, thumbs brushing her nipples, already stiff and poking through the lace. Bianca gasped, her head tilting back, her moans louder now, a mix of excitement and nerves. “Fuck, these tits are perfect,” Dane muttered, pinching her nipples, drawing a sharp cry from her glossy lips. His cock twitched, leaking pre-cum, screaming to be buried in her tight pussy.

“Dane, please,” she whimpered, her hands grabbing his wrists, trying ineffectually to push him away, her body trembling under his touch. He smirked, loving how she squirmed, her protests just making him harder. He shoved her denim skirt up to her waist, exposing those lacy pink panties, already damp with her arousal. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric, feeling her heat, her clit swelling under his thumb. Bianca groaned, her hips bucking involuntarily, her nails digging into his arms. “Oh God,” she moaned, her voice breaking, her eyes half-lidded with lust.

Dane ground his thumb harder against her clit, circling it through her soaked panties, watching her gorgeous face twist with pleasure. Her nipples strained against his other hand, hard as fucking diamonds, her tits heaving as she panted. “You want this, don’t you, you little slut?” he growled, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Bianca’s groans grew louder, her body betraying her words, her pussy practically dripping as he worked her clit. She was his, whether she admitted it or not, and Dane was gonna fuck her right here, right now, until she screamed his name.

Dane’s blood roared in his ears, his cock pulsing like a fucking jackhammer as he pinned Bianca Russo against the bathroom wall, her curvy body trembling under his hands. Her lacy pink panties were soaked, clinging to her pussy, and he didn’t bother being gentle, shoving them aside with a rough flick of his fingers. Her tight slit was hot, slick with her juices, and he plunged two thick fingers inside, feeling her walls clamp down like a vice.

“Fuck, babygirl, your pussy’s so tight,” he growled, pumping his fingers deep, her wetness coating his knuckles. “Gonna stretch this little cunt wide open with my cock.” Bianca whimpered, her hazel eyes wide with fear and lust, her cherry-red lips trembling. “Please, Dane, be gentle,” she begged, her voice a soft, desperate plea, but her hips bucked against his hand, betraying how bad she wanted it.

He ignored her, his roid-fueled hunger raging, his other hand mauling her perky tits, squeezing them hard through her lacy bra. The steroids were like fire in his veins, his muscles bulging, his sex drive a goddamn beast that wouldn’t quit. Her nipples were stiff, poking against his palm, and he pinched one, drawing a sharp gasp from her gorgeous mouth.

“Gentle’s for pussies,” he snarled, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her moan like a slut. Her voluptuous body arched, her dark curls bouncing, her flushed cheeks making her look like a porn star begging to be fucked. But Dane wanted her mouth first, wanted those glossy lips wrapped around his cock, choking on his size.

He yanked his fingers out, her juices dripping down his hand, and shoved her to her knees, her heels scraping the tiles. Bianca hit the floor with a soft thud, her skirt still bunched around her waist, her tits jiggling as she looked up at him, eyes wide with shock. Dane unzipped his jeans, his eleven-inch cock springing free, rock-hard and thick, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He waved it in front of the fifteen-year-old girl’s face, smirking at her gasp, her hazel eyes locked on his massive shaft like it was a fucking monster. “It’s too big, Dane,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her hands hovering like she didn’t know what to do. “I—I can’t...”

“You’ll get used to it, babygirl,” Dane said, his smirk widening, his voice dripping with cocky assurance. He grabbed her head, his big hands tangling in her glossy curls, and pressed his swollen cockhead against her lips, smearing pre-cum across their cherry-red shine. Bianca’s eyes flicked up to meet his, nervous but smitten, her breath hot against his skin.

Slowly, her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, her tongue tentative, swirling around the tip. She moaned softly, a needy little sound that made his cock twitch, her warmth enveloping him as she sucked gently, her inexperience obvious but so fucking hot.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” Dane growled, his hands tightening in her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed slowly, her lips stretching around his girth. Her mouth was a wet, hot heaven, her tongue flicking nervously, trying to please him. He watched her, loving the sight of her pouty lips wrapped around his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her hazel eyes watering slightly as she struggled with his size.

“Suck it harder, you little slut,” he said, his voice low and rough, pushing his hips forward to slide deeper. Bianca whimpered, her moans vibrating against his shaft, her hands gripping his thighs for balance. She was trying so hard, her tongue swirling, her lips sliding up and down, saliva dripping down her chin as she worked him.

Dane’s head tilted back, a growl rumbling in his chest as Bianca’s mouth moved faster, her confidence growing under his guidance. “Use your tongue more, babygirl,” he ordered, pulling her hair to angle her face, forcing her to take another inch. She gagged softly, her throat tightening, but kept going, her moans louder now, needy and desperate. Her curls bounced with every bob, her tits jiggling in that lacy bra, her nipples still hard as fuck.

He could see her thighs pressing together, her pussy probably dripping as she sucked him, turned on by his dominance. “Good girl,” he grunted, his cock throbbing in her mouth, her sloppy, eager sucking driving him wild. She looked up at him again, her eyes pleading for approval, and Dane smirked, knowing he was gonna teach this gorgeous fifteen-year-old bitch exactly how to worship his massive cock.

Dane’s cock throbbed like a fucking beast, Bianca Russo’s hot, wet mouth working him so good he almost blew his load right there. But he wasn’t about to cum yet—not when her tight teenage pussy was begging to be stretched out before the bell rang. He yanked her head back by her glossy dark curls, pulling her lips off his eleven-inch shaft with a wet pop, her cherry-red lipstick smeared, saliva dripping down her chin.

“Get up, bitch,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, his roid-pumped muscles flexing as he towered over her. Bianca scrambled to her feet, meek as a fucking lamb, her hazel eyes wide with that perfect mix of fear and want, her perky tits jiggling in her lacy pink bra, her denim skirt still bunched around her waist.

Dane didn’t give her a second to think, grabbing her hips and manhandling her until she faced the tiled bathroom wall, her hands bracing against it. She looked over her shoulder at him, her heart-shaped face flushed, her full lips bitten nervously, those big hazel eyes screaming she was both terrified and dying for his cock. “Dane, please, be gentle,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her curls bouncing as she shifted nervously.