Novels by Kennee

KARLEE He didn’t give me time to adjust. Once he was fully inside me he started thrusting in hard, deep strokes that drove me into the brick wall with every impact. The air left my lungs in broken, muffled sounds against his hand. My cheek scraped harder against the rough surface. My tits were crushed against the cold brick. Every time he bottomed out I felt it all the way up in my stomach. “Fuck, you’re still tight,” he growled against my ear. His voice was low and rough and close. “Taking it like you were made for this.” I shook my head again, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. I tried to say no, tried to tell him to stop, but his palm stayed sealed over my mouth and the words came out as desperate, wet noises. My hands pushed uselessly against the wall. My heels kept slipping on the damp concrete. The position left me completely powerless — legs forced open by his thigh and my own panties still stretched around my thighs, dress shoved up around my waist, ass pushed out

KARLEE I shouldn’t have taken the alley. That thought came the second I stepped off the main street and into the narrow gap between the buildings. The club was still thumping behind me, bass leaking out onto the sidewalk, but the alley swallowed the noise fast. One flickering yellow light hummed halfway down. The rest was shadow. Damp brick walls rose close on both sides. The ground was wet and uneven. It smelled like old beer, piss, and trash left too long. My friends had all gotten into Ubers. I lived four blocks away. The alley was a straight shot. I’d walked it before. I’d also lain in bed more times than I could count imagining something exactly like this — being followed, grabbed, pinned against these same bricks while strangers walked past only metres away. The fantasy always made me come hard and then feel filthy afterward. I never told anyone about it. Tonight the drinks had made me brave. Or stupid. My heels clicked too loudly on the concrete. I pulled my thin jack

♥ ZOE ♥ I didn’t go straight home. I sat in my car in the nearly empty parking lot for a long time with my hands on the steering wheel, legs still trembling. Every time I shifted in the seat I felt the dull ache between my thighs and the slow leak of Mr. Reid’s cum that my panties weren’t fully stopping. My ass still burned from the spanking. My nipples were sore where he had pinched them. I could still taste him on my tongue. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror. My lipstick was gone. My hair was a mess. My cheeks were flushed. I looked like I had just been thoroughly fucked in a classroom. Because I had. I drove home in silence, went straight to the shower, and stood under the hot water until my skin turned pink. Even after I washed him off me, my body still felt marked. When I finally got into bed I lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying every second — the way he had ordered me to count the spanks, the way his tongue had felt, the way he had filled me and then made m

♥ ZOE ♥ My legs barely worked. I stood up on shaky heels, skirt still bunched around my waist, and felt Mr. Reid’s cum slide down the inside of my thighs. The classroom air felt cold against the wet mess between my legs. My ass was still throbbing from the spanking. My pussy felt stretched and used. Mr. Reid watched me the entire time, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed like he hadn’t just fucked me senseless. “I said clean yourself up,” he repeated, voice calm again. I looked around. There were no tissues on his desk. No paper towels. Just the whiteboard, the desks, and us. He followed my gaze and gave a small, dark smile. “Not with tissue. Get on your knees.” My stomach flipped. “What?” “You heard me. On your knees. Clean my cock with your mouth. Then you can deal with the rest.” I stared at him. My face burned, but my body still felt hot and restless. Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees on the classroom floor. The hard tile bit into my skin. His cock was stil

♥ ZOE ♥ I was still bent over the desk, skirt bunched around my waist, panties stretched around my thighs, ass burning from the spanking. My legs were shaking. Mr. Reid’s fingers had left me aching and empty on purpose. I heard him move behind me. Then his hands gripped my hips and turned me around so I was sitting on the edge of the desk facing him. He pushed my knees apart and stepped between them. My panties were still tangled around my thighs, keeping my legs from opening all the way. He solved that by yanking them the rest of the way off and tossing them aside. I was completely bare from the waist down in the middle of his classroom. Mr. Reid looked down at my pussy like he was deciding what to do with it. His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them. He dragged two fingers through my wetness again, slow and deliberate, then lifted them so I could see how shiny they were. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” he said. I swallowed hard. “I… I couldn’t help it.” “I know.” He pre

♥ ZOE ♥ My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. I stood up slowly. My legs felt unsteady. Mr. Reid pointed at his desk again, eyes locked on mine. “Hands flat on the desk. Feet apart. Now.” I turned and placed my palms on the cool surface of his desk. The position made my skirt ride up the back of my thighs. I felt exposed even though I was still fully dressed. Behind me I heard him move closer. The soft sound of his shoes on the classroom floor made my stomach tighten. He stopped right behind me. I could feel the heat of his body even though he wasn’t touching me yet. “You’ve been asking for this all week,” he said, voice low and controlled. “Talking back. Testing me. Looking at me like you wanted me to do something about it.” I swallowed. “I didn’t—” His hand came down on my ass. The first spank was sharp and sudden. The sound cracked through the quiet classroom. I gasped, body jerking forward against the desk. Heat bloomed across my right chee