เข้าสู่ระบบChapter Seven—WarningElle's POVI left my house right after Roseanne sent that text about wanting me tonight. The drive felt longer than usual because my body already ached for her. My pussy stayed wet the whole way as I pictured her waiting in bed with her legs open and her tits bare. I parked a block away so her parents would not spot my car in their driveway. The back door stood unlocked just like she said it would be. I stepped inside quiet and found her at the stairs in nothing but a thin nightgown. Her nipples poked through the fabric and her pussy lips showed faintly underneath. I followed her up without making a sound.We locked the bedroom door and she turned to me fast. Her mouth met mine in a deep kiss that made my clit throb harder. I grabbed her tits through the gown and squeezed them while our tongues slid together. She moaned soft into my mouth and I pinched her nipples until they turned rock hard. I pulled the gown over her head and tossed it aside. Her naked body loo
Chapter SixElle's POVThe suspension dragged on like a bad dream I couldn't wake from. Day two at home, and the house felt smaller, walls closing in with Mom's snores echoing from the living room. I cleaned up more bottles that morning, the glass clinking as I dumped them in the bin outside. The air still stank of stale booze, even with windows open wide. Mom stirred once, mumbled something about getting better, but her eyes were glassy, unfocused. I nodded, but didn't believe it. My mind was elsewhere—on Roseanne, on that kiss in the art room, her lips soft against mine, her body arching under my touch yesterday. Fuck, fingering her had been heaven. Her pussy tight around my fingers, wet and hot, clenching as she came. I wanted more. To spread her legs wide, bury my tongue in her folds, taste her cum straight from the source. Make her beg for my strap, thrust deep till she forgot her own name.I paced my room, phone in hand. No texts from her yet. Was she thinking about it too? Regr
Chapter FiveElle's POVI sat in the principal's office, my heart still racing from that kiss. Roseanne's lips on mine, soft and warm, her tongue shy but eager. Fuck, I could still taste her, feel her tits pressed against me, her pussy grinding on my thigh through our clothes. She was wet—I knew it. My panties were soaked just thinking about it, my clit throbbing like it needed her fingers right now. But here I was, stuck in this stuffy room with Jake across from me, his face bruised and bloody from my punches. He glared, holding an ice pack to his nose. Principal Hayes paced behind his desk, his bald head shiny under the lights."You two are in big trouble," he said, slamming a file down. "Fighting in the halls? This school has rules. Elle Thompson, you started it. Witnesses saw you slam him and punch him."I shrugged, leaning back in the chair. My leather jacket creaked. "He deserved it. He's a cheat and a liar."Jake snorted. "She's crazy. Attacked me for no reason."Hayes held up
Chapter Four— kiss and dramaElle's POVThe bell for lunch rang, but I barely heard it over the buzz in my head. Roseanne had vanished after first period, slipping into the crowd like a ghost. I scanned the halls, my heart pounding with a mix of guilt and that dark hunger that never quit. Where the fuck was she? I needed to see her, to touch her arm, feel her skin under my fingers. Maybe slide my hand higher, under her skirt in some empty classroom, press my thigh against her pussy till she gasped. Make her forget whatever bullshit Jake fed her. But she was gone, and it ate at me.I pushed through the throng of kids heading to the cafeteria, eyes darting to every corner. Lockers slammed, laughter echoed, but no sign of her messy hair or those swollen eyes. My mind raced with dirty thoughts—picturing her alone somewhere, crying, her tits heaving with each sob. I'd find her, wipe those tears with my tongue, suck on her neck till I left marks. Claim her as mine, fuck her slow against a d
Chapter Three— guiltElle's POVMy phone buzzed late Sunday night as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The room still smelled like stale booze from downstairs, even with the door shut. I grabbed it quick, heart racing. It was Jake. "It's done. Broke up with her over text. Told her I needed space or some bullshit. Happy now, psycho?"I smirked in the dark, my thumb hovering over the reply. Fucker thought he could call me names after I had his balls in a vice? But I kept it cool. "Good. Delete those pics she sent you. All of them."He typed back fast. "Already did. You think I'm stupid? Don't want that shit coming back on me."Liar. But it didn't matter. I had my own copies saved—snapped quick when Roseanne wasn't looking. Tucked away in my cloud drive, password protected. For future purposes. Maybe to remind myself of how perfect her tits looked, pink nipples hard from the cool air. Or to jack off to when the craving hit hard, imagining my tongue flicking over them, making her squi
Chapter Two— Jake Elle's POVI woke up early Sunday morning, the sun just peeking through the curtains in Roseanne's room. My body was still buzzing from last night, from lying so close to her, feeling her heat under the covers. She was still asleep, curled on her side, her tee shirt ridden up to show the curve of her hip and the edge of her panties. Fuck, she looked so innocent, so fuckable. Her tits rose and fell with each soft breath, nipples pressing against the thin fabric like they were begging for my mouth. I wanted to slide my hand between her thighs, wake her up with my fingers deep inside her, making her moan my name before she even opened her eyes. Dark thoughts swirled—pinning her down, owning her pussy, making her forget every guy she'd ever let touch her.But I held back. It was too soon. I slipped out of bed quiet, my feet cold on the hardwood floor. The house was silent, her parents still away. I pulled on my clothes from yesterday, the scent of her on my skin like a







