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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Twisted Intentions

  By Danielle James

  ©2017 Danielle James. All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, place, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Dedication

  First I’d like to thank my mother because without her, I’d never have such a strong love for books or writing. She truly helped mold me into the woman I’ve become and I wish she were here to see it all come to fruition.

  Next, I’d like to obsessively thank my husband, Edward for always reading everything I write no matter what. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you so much for staying up late, reading and talking to me about all my crazy characters. Thank you for not batting an eye when you see me go into my writer’s trance, and above all else, thank you for not committing me for talking back to my characters. You mean the world to me.

  To my amazing cousin Carla, thank you for reading my books without question or judgment. Thank you for always being supportive and willing to listen. I appreciate and love you more than you know.

  To my crazy but awesome friend, Sabrina, thank you for being the very first person besides Edward to read my books. You helped push me to finally publish all the craziness in my head. That means so much to me, thank you for everything.

  Last but certainly not least, thank you to my friend Robin for reading along and being amazingly supportive and positive. You absolutely rock!

  Thank you to everyone who purchases and reads any of my books, I love you all.

  Chapter One

  Camilla

  I laid flat on his huge mahogany desk with my thighs parted and his mouth anxiously slurping on my throbbing clit. I moaned out, rolling my eyes back into my skull until colors bled together. I could feel every drop of wetness as it slid from my pussy, down his chin and between my ass cheeks. Would it make the ink on his important papers bleed a tie-dye pattern all over the page? I giggled at the thought.

  Mr. Lomax could feel my vibrations and my rounded hips fucking his face more vigorously than before. I was about to cum. That’s when he gave it to me. With the power of a Dyson vacuum, he inhaled my clit and thrust three long, thick fingers inside my slippery hole. I shrieked out, lust laced the very air I exhaled.

  I shuddered for what seemed like forever. Mr. Lomax could always make me cum hard. I flashed a wild grin his way; I loved looking at my pussy juice glistening on his brown sugar skin. When he started for his bathroom he chuckled at my expression. I halted him. “Don’t wipe it off, I want to see me soaking into your skin.” I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth.

  A throaty groan wafted from his mouth. He wanted to fuck me right there, I could feel his hard dick pressing into my abdomen. I wanted him to fuck me…finally. I mean, the head was good, fuck it…the head was amazing; but I pulsated with a hunger that only his dick could satiate.

  I let my hand slide down the front of his slacks so I could feel him straining, bulging through. His cock was fighting to get inside of me. The mere thought of him fucking made me slick between my thighs. I started to suck on his bottom lip; soft moans escaped me, as I tasted myself on him.

  No wonder he loved eating me out I tasted amazing.

  “Camilla, you know we can’t,” but he didn’t push me away.

  Any other time he would have pushed me away, grabbed my arm, or retreated to the bathroom like a pussy.

  This evening though, he stood in front of me allowing me to grope his hard on through his pants. My nipples pushed against the cotton of my shirt, threatening to pop the buttons.

  “I want your dick,” I slipped my tongue in his mouth and he didn’t move away. I yanked at his zipper, which was incredibly hard to get down since his cock was bulging against it. I felt his warm hand grab my ass cheek; his hands were so smooth and experienced. I whimpered as I finally freed his dick. It jumped out like a fucking jack-in-the-box. I marveled at its girth and it’s length.

  Goddamn, Mr. Lomax.

  I always knew he was hung but this was my first time seeing it for myself. He only ever ate my pussy; he never fucked me and never let me suck his dick. Well, all that shit was about to change. Before he could find some stupid ass reason why we had to stop, I dropped to my knees and wrapped my hungry lips around the head of his dick.

  It twitched at the sensation of my hot mouth. I slipped him in the back of my throat, which caused him to groan and grip the base of my ponytail. His dick was so big I didn’t know if I’d be able to deep-throat it…but I’m no fucking quitter.

  My head bobbed up and down on his long cock until he started to tense and swell in my mouth. He was ready to cum. I needed to taste his him so badly. I wanted him to splash it in the back of my throat, and he did.

  I wondered how long it had been since he came. It didn’t matter right then though. I drank every bit of his salty, sweet cum until he whined for me to stop because the head of his dick was so sensitive. Beads of sweat rested on his creased forehead and he panted like he’d run up a flight of stairs.

  I smirked.

  I knew after that blowjob that he couldn’t resist fucking me and I was right.

  An animalistic look flickered in his usually reserved eyes. Then I felt his mouth sucking on my neck while his tongue swirled around on my hot skin. I was squirming with anticipation. He forced my legs open so he could slip his fingers in and out of me as he pleased.

  I was so wet that the sound of his fingers inside of me mimicked someone lapping water from a creek. He slid his hard dick up and down my pussy lips to tease me. I wiggled my hips against him and tossed my head back.

  “Fuck me…” I almost begged in a half whine half groan. He chuckled in response. Right when my brows furrowed in annoyance, he pushed into my tight pussy. I squealed and gripped his dick with my walls.

  “Shit, Camilla…” he stopped thrusting for a second, I’m sure it was to control the violent nut he was getting ready to bust. I studied his face for a second; he was lost inside of me. The thought tickled me to no end. I sucked on his dick with my slippery walls and he shoved deeper into me, forcing a moan from my parted lips.

  “Is this what you wanted?” It was more of a growl than a normal question. It turned me the fuck on. I rocked my hips around in circles on him while he pumped that big dick in and out of me. Fucking me into oblivion while I clawed at his broad ba
ck.

  “Yes!” I whimpered as he continued to assault my pussy. It wasn’t long before his dick throbbed, swelled and erupted inside my pussy. In turn I covered him with my slick and creamy cum.

  We left a huge wet spot on his desk.

  Important papers were streaked tie-dye blue and white and I heard him curse at the mess we’d made. He must’ve come back to his senses after he filled me with himself. I watched him rush around his office frantically with sweat dampening his button down shirt.

  I should have been scrambling to gather my clothes and wash up in his bathroom but instead I watched him. Watched him float back to his reality. It was like crashing after a high. No high could’ve been as sweet as my pussy though.

  “Get your off your ass and clean yourself up Camilla,” he barked orders at me. Yup, he was back to normal. Pouting, I cleaned myself up in his office bathroom. The awful blue lighting made me cringe but I still looked hot as hell when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

  I fixed my disheveled ponytail as my mind flashed back to Mr. Lomax’s fingers threaded between my hair just moments ago. My pussy ached a bit at the thought. “Hurry up, Camilla. It’s time for you to go,” His voice broke me out of my trance.

  “Already?” My voice was syrupy and so was my smile. He ignored both and glanced at the clock. “Relax Mr. Lomax…I’m leaving before anyone gets here.” Before I was completely out of the door, he grabbed a handful of my ass and grunted possessively. I smirked and bit my lip, lustful thoughts traipsing through my head

  My day was boring as usual I had homeroom, science, calculus, and biblical philosophy blah fucking blah. I sent a quick text to my best friend, Laurel who was sitting at the front of the class being extra studious.

  Me: Hey slut face.

  Laurel: Bitch…lol

  Me: Let’s go get Taco Bell for lunch.

  Laurel: We’ll get caught!

  Me: OMG…we won’t. You know I’m cool with the principal.

  Laurel: True…

  Laurel: Okay, meet me at my locker after class.

  Me: You’re only up front because Mr. Sanders is subbing today ;)

  I could tell by her lack of response that she was blushing. As soon at Mr. Sanders comes back into the classroom, Laurel slid her phone in her blazer pocket.

  It was easy to see why she was so hooked on him he was fine as hell. He was always smiling too, with those perfect teeth and the dimples…Jesus, the dimples. My nipples grew hard looking at him. I swallowed a lump and remembered that my girl had a little crush on him. If she didn’t though…

  I let my mind wander until class let out.

  Laurel and I sauntered back into school an hour after lunch, laughing and trying to sneak into our art class. Normally our art teacher Mrs. Reynolds is cool, but she wasn’t there today. I cursed under my breath when I saw who we had instead. It was the bitchy sub that complained about every-fucking-thing.

  The last time she subbed for Mrs. Reynolds she complained everything. According to her the room was too hot, the class was drawing too loudly, and the sun dared to shine through the windows. Her thin lips drew together when she saw Laurel and I.

  “Girls,” her nasal voice grated on my nerves, “go straight to the principal’s office. If he gives you a pass, which I’m sure he won’t, then I’ll let you back in,” her clipped tones annoyed me.

  “We’re so sorry, ma’am we lost track of time at lunch,” Laurel poured it on thick. Her southern accent oozed with good girl, squeaky clean-ness. I wanted to gag. Then again, I’m the bitchy one between us.

  Ms. Thin Lips grunted at Laurel’s sufficient groveling then turned her gaze to me. Bitch wasn’t getting a single, solitary apology out of my ass. I stood, arms folded, eyebrow raised in a clear challenge. Laurel shot me an exacerbated look that made me giggle a little. It’s what got my ass hauled off to the principal’s office too. Even though I was cool with him, I hated going to the principal’s office.

  What teenager doesn’t?

  Before I walked in I chewed on my bottom lip as I scanned the main office to see if he was nearby. Every student at Trinity Prep knew that when the principal’s door was closed, he was out of the office. He prided himself on his open door policy, so if it was open, then you could walk right in. Closed meant sit your ass in the main office until he arrived.

  I walked in and closed the door behind me.

  I let my eyes skim his office; pictures of him lined his walls and desk. There were pictures of him graduating from Howard’s School of Divinity, of him standing with his family, and photos him giving a powerful sermon at church. It was all so…prestigious. I rolled my eyes and plopped down in his seat. It swallowed my 17-year-old frame up. I felt like Goldilocks sitting in Papa Bear’s chair.

  “Miss Scott,” his voice shook me and I leapt from his chair with an apologetic smile. He glared at me and then sighed heavily sitting partially on the edge of his mahogany desk. He reached past me to close his door completely like I’d forgotten to do, which was why he snuck up on me like that. “Why are you in my office, Miss Scott?” His eyes probed at me.

  “I was late getting back from lunch,” I confessed, glancing at my shiny black shoes. He knew my innocent act was just that; an act which was why he sighed again, this time moving behind his desk to sit. He locked eyes with me and lowered his voice,

  “What do you want, Miss Scott?”

  “Jesus Christ, Mr. Lomax. I told you why I was in here,” I walked beside his desk and drew the blinds before settling in his lap. His dick hardened immediately. His actions didn’t match his erection though. He pushed me until I was standing again. I noticed that his desk was neat and tidy, a far cry from what it was earlier this morning. I folded my arms across my chest in a huff.

  “I need a pass to get back into art class,” I told him. The sting of his rejection rolled over me. He scribbled down a note on official Trinity Prep paper and slapped it in my palm.

  “Stop abusing what we have going on here…”

  “Abusing it? I’m not,” my gaze hardened but the anger I felt only served to turn me on and make my head pound.

  I hated that I was always so easily manipulated by my emotions. Whenever I got angry or panicked pressure built painfully in my head and my pussy, making me so damn horny. It had been like that ever since I was younger and my only way of getting release was through an orgasm, or pain.

  I felt my nipples rising to the surface of my bra and I ached for him to bite them and suck on them. I stopped listening to him moments ago and now I was watching his mouth. Fantasizing about sitting my pussy on top of it and riding his tongue into the sunset.

  My heart started racing and I felt like I would explode if I didn’t have an orgasm. When I got like that there was no reasoning with me. I had to get that release or I’d pass the fuck out. I felt like a slave to my own sexual urges. It was bittersweet torture.

  In an attempt to shut him the fuck up, I pushed past his gold-plated Brian M. Lomax nameplate and climbed on his desk to kiss him. He melted into it and fiendishly I searched for his dick to free it once again.

  “Fuck me Brian…” my lips pressed against his ear so he could hear my ragged breathing. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he swallowed and I sucked on that warm spot on his throat. Almost like a damn vampire feeding on its prey.

  I gazed into his chestnut eyes and tried to convey my desperation. He muttered curse words under his breath as he clicked the lock on his office door. My stomach clenched deliciously knowing what was coming next. Mr. Lomax bent me over his desk and entered me in one fell swoop.

  Shit he felt good.

  My knuckles turned white from how hard I gripped the edge of his desk.

  “I shouldn’t be fucking you like this, Camilla but got damn…” his voice trails off and I pick it back up,

  “…But this is the best pussy you’ve ever had,” I demanded no asking.

  “Fuck yes,” he grunted slamming into me until we both exploded and I got
my release. It felt like sweet utopia once it finally flooded over me. I could finally be normal again.

  I couldn’t scream out loud like I wanted to so I bit my bottom lip hard. The metallic taste of my own blood bloomed in my mouth but it didn’t repulse me it heightened my orgasm. Once I gained control of myself, I could see things clearly. I sucked in a deep breath, tugging at the hem of my uniform skirt. Mr. Lomax looked guilty as hell. I rubbed his shoulder and tried in vain to calm him down.

  “Take your pass and go, Camilla,” he sighed. I was absolutely sure he thought I’d be the death of him and he might have been right. At least it would be fun though.

  Chapter Two

  Laurel

  I wish I had the confidence Camilla had. Shoot I wish I had the boobs and ass Camilla had too. I was tracing the outline of her full lips as she babbled on about how she charmed Mr. Lomax out of a pass to get back into class.

  It sure enough shocked the hell out of our art sub when Camilla sauntered back in and slapped the pass on her desk. Every eye in the room jerked in her direction and she drank it in. I shook my head at it all. I had no idea how she could always be so charming with the principal, but yet it never worked for me. I could smile and bat my thick lashes. I could turn up the Texas twang and use all my yes sirs and no sirs, but if I was gonna get in trouble I did.

  “Laurel, are you gonna stay after school or are you driving home?” Camilla’s voice brought me back to the real world. The world where anytime Mr. Sanders subbed I found an excuse to stay late. I felt my cheeks heat at the mention of his name and I nodded in response.

  Camilla grinned quirking an eyebrow up at me. I could feel the warmth of embarrassment flushing down my neck and I knew my light skin was betraying me. Camilla’s emerald eyes twinkled as she teased me relentlessly.

  “Shut up Camilla. I have some questions to ask him,” I said nonchalantly. We both knew better though. I wanted to look at him and listen to him talk to me about anything. I knew deep in my heart that lust was a sin but I couldn’t help myself when I looked at Mr. Sanders.