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She flicked me an uneasy smile before quickly striding to an open seat. I watched her under the guise of a supportive teacher who wanted to ensure the new student was comfortable. But in truth, my cursory gaze hid a dark hunger that yawned awake with each move Lucy Thomas made.

The shake of her hair as she moved. The curve of her ass as it filled out her light blue jeans. The way her simple white t-shirt grazed her back. The plain gold necklace hanging off her neck with the initial G.

Wait, who the fuck was G?

Was that a slang word that teenagers use these days?

Did it stand for good? It fucking better. My good girl. That's who she was.

If it was some fucker's name, then it was gone. Ripped the fuck off and incinerated. Replaced with a goddamn choker necklace with my initials on it.

RD.

"No!" I snapped out before I could think better of it.

Lucy turned in fright at the sound, and I berated myself again for sounding like an ass. But she was about to sit next to Billy Turnpike. Granted, Billy had a mouth full of metal and the unfortunate appearance of adolescent breakouts, but I didn't give a shit. It wasn't coming near my girl if he had a penis.

"Isobel." The blonde perked up at her name being called upon. I pointed to the spare seat beside Billy. "Move beside Billy. Lucy," her name puffed out like a reverent prayer. "You can move into Isobel's seat."

Isobel's mouth dropped open in shock before her face colored in anger. With an annoyed huff, she jerkily gathered her books before screeching her chair out roughly and storming off to the back of the room.

I didn't care about her attitude. All I cared about was Lucy as she offered Isobel an apologetic glance before climbing into the seat Isobel just vacated.

I stared intently at my girl as she dropped her backpack under her feet before neatly placing her pens on the desk. I could see her side-eyeing Sarah, who was openly glaring at her, obviously blaming her for my haste in her friend's desk change.

I realized that I shouldn't have singled out my girl like that. The last thing I wanted was for her to be circled by mean girl vultures. But something told me that she could hold her own. And she'd need to with what I had planned for our future.

A throat cleared, reminding me that I had a class to teach. A few pupils eyed me curiously, unused to seeing me so flustered.

I stared at my textbook while thinking of my eighty-year-old neighbor until my erection slowly started to deflate. Once I felt like I had myself under control, I glanced up and was again ensnared by a pair of blue eyes.

As slow as my erection was to fade, it snapped back just as fast with a quick stroke of Lucy's eyes.

This was going to be the fastest yet longest lesson of my life.

In fact, the whole day dragged. When the bell rang for the next period, I was leaking like a goddamn fiend. Outwardly I was cool, calm and taught my lesson without a hitch. But inwardly, I was getting off to each bite her little white teeth made on her pen as she concentrated on my teaching. The curve of her long fingers as she made notes in her book. The way she had gathered her hair to one side of her shoulder, her hand occasionally touching it playfully in thought.

And then, every so often, her head would lift and sucker punch me in the gut with her piercing stare. Her cheeks would blush when she noticed my eyes never left her vicinity.

It was obvious. I was being too obvious. But I couldn't seem to stop myself.

My fingers itched to stroke her face. To kiss her mouth. To run my lips in worship over every inch of her body. Bury my face in her pink gash. Lick her asshole. Fuck her mouth. Pound her tight, wet pussy until she was brimming with my come.

By the end of the school day, I was dying. The last time I saw her was when she strolled out of my class, and I lost sight of her among the crowd of students milling about.

I couldn't chase after her. I had another class to teach. In fact, I had no free periods today.

It wasn't a surprise since the beginning of the school year was always jam-packed. I liked keeping busy, but now I cursed that my job hindered me from seeing Lucy.

I couldn't even leave once school was over, either. I coached the soccer team, and we had practice today.

After I changed into my athletic gear, I exited my classroom in a foul mood. Only to stop in my tracks when I spied the object of my obsession standing at the far end of the hallway. She had yet to spot me. She was too busy playing around on her phone.

My heart leaped in joy, and I walked towards her without thinking. I was unsure what to say; I just knew I needed to speak to her and hear her sweet voice again. Preferably calling my name out as she came around my cock.

But before I reached her, the door she was standing by opened, and a man I had never seen before exited and turned to lock the classroom.

Lucy straightened and smiled at the middle-aged man as he bent to hug her. Red-hot jealousy churned through my gut as I watched him place his arm around my girl's shoulders. Together, they exited the hallway.