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I followed her home. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she’s about to.

When I marched her out of the restaurant, I allowed her to tug her arm from me as she rushed toward her car. She scrambled to strap herself into the car before she glanced at me one final time and started up the engine.

Little did she know I was only moments behind her. All part of my plan while I use the time to calm down.

I’ve never felt as unhinged as I did at seeing her sitting opposite the chump, who is about to realize he doesn’t get to touch what doesn’t belong to him.

Ever.

I park my bike opposite her house and follow the path around the back, then slip inside her house. It does little to calm the raging storm inside me, and each step up her stairs only aggravates me further.

Does she like him?

Does her pussy get wet for him?

Why the fuck did I wait so long to infiltrate the school? She could have been fucking him there, and I wouldn’t be aware of it. Although I’ve read all the messages between her and Sharna that assured me she had zero interest in the punk, I’m consumed with ravenous jealousy.

I throw open her bedroom door, and her head darts up off the bed as a shell-shocked scream leaves her.

“What the hell, ?”

“Do you like him?”

Her wide eyes make my cock ache to fill her mouth until she gags, forcing her green specks to sparkle as tears fill her vision.

“Answer me!” I bellow.

She shakes her head. “No. No, I swear it.”

I pace the room as my fury rivals the highest level on the Richter scale. My hands ache from being balled into fists, and my heart thunders with the way my blood pumps with savagery as I tug on my hair.

I shouldn’t have given anyone the opportunity to take what’s mine. I should have become a student sooner. “What the fuck do I have to do, huh?” I spin and face her. “What do I have to do to make people realize you’re mine?” I’m not surprised I don’t get an answer when her face is frozen with a stunned expression.

“Do I have to piss on what’s mine like a goddamn dog?” Her mouth falls open, and the need to stuff it has me popping open the buttons of my jeans as an eagerness to follow through with my suggestion rushes up my spine. “Yeah, that’s what I need to do.” I nod as the deranged notion morphs into a powerful force. “I need to piss on what’s mine. Then they’ll all know you belong to me.” I sound unhinged, and that’s just how I feel.

“?” Her eyes bulge, but it’s not with fear. Intrigue, maybe?

My cock is semihard as I pull it from my jeans.

“Holy shit. You-you can’t be serious.” She holds my gaze.

“Deadly.” Then I piss on the bed, and it splashes her bare legs, causing an intense feeling of power to slam into me, especially when she doesn’t move. She remains still, and that gives me the confidence to aim myself higher, covering her white blouse with my piss, and my chest rises with exhilaration. Covering her with me, my warmth, my possession.

Her blouse becomes see-through, and my cock stiffens when her nipples become visible beneath her wet clothes. Holy fuck, she’s fucking beautiful.

My eyes close as I try to banish the way my pleasure is escalating. Never did I think I would be into this, but fuck me, I am.

A low whimper has my eyes snapping open, and arousal zips up my spine on her parted lips. A flush creeps over her face when my piss lands on her cleavage and runs toward her tits. “Fuck,” I heave as I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes closed again. My cock stiffens in my palm, throbbing in the degradation of my action. Her compliance makes it almost impossible to keep the steady stream going. “Fuck, Little Red.”

“Holy shit,” she whispers, as if mesmerized, and I snap my eyes open to stare at her. My piss comes to a stop at the sound of our labored breaths filling the room, and our stares remain locked.

The atmosphere becomes electric, and I remain frozen, unable to comprehend where my deluge of psychosis came from and why she’s still sitting there looking like I hung the moon and stars for her. Before I have a chance to speak, she lunges forward and takes my cock in her small hand. My balls tighten and my heart skips a beat when her tongue flickers over the remnants of my piss mixed with a bead of pre-cum. “Holy fuck, Little Red. Holy fuck.” My eyes roll at the degradation my little red gets off on.

Absolutely perfect.

I clear my throat when she slides me inside her slick mouth. “That’s right. Lick me clean, Little Red. Lick Daddy clean from the chaos.” I practically hum in contentment as she submits to my commands, proving how truly perfect we are for one another.

She’s the gas that lights my fire, and together, we become an inferno of insanity.