With a low rumble from his stomach, he leans down between my legs and drags his strong tongue up my tender, soaked flesh, sending a golden shiver through my body. I snatch the edges of the table and hang on as he stands up, takes a breath, and presses the tip of his manhood against my entrance.
“You know you’re my favorite student?” He smirks. His question spurs me, igniting my passion to a whole new level. A sinful smile creeps across my lips, and I nod up at him.
“Am I? I’m better than all those other girls?” I’m itching for him to take me. Just feeling his tip there, poised to penetrate me, has me salivating.
“It’s not even a competition,” he replies, nearly causing my heart to burst.
“Even when I’m late to class?” I tease. “Or when I don’t do my homework?”
With just the right amount of roughness, Chris snatches me by the chin and brings his eyes to mine. “Don’t do your homework ever again, Miss Williams. That way I can continue to punish you.”
His words are perfection.Heis perfection. I never knew I had this in me. But Chris has awoken a side of me that just keeps on growing.
His brow tightens. His eyes narrow. I take a deep breath, readying myself for what’s to come. For what I’m desperate to receive.
And then he pushes.
When the stretch comes, I can’t do anything but smile. There’s always a hint of pain, but it’s nothing compared to the bliss. My body gives way to his girth, like I’m his little doll for him to use as he pleases.
My eyes roll back, and my jaw drops as he slides inside. I count the inches as he gives them to me, all the way up to nine. I still remember a few days ago when I took him all the way down my throat. I was desperate to know, so I just grabbed a ruler off his desk and measured.
“No way…”I remember saying. All Chris did was smile.
A deep breath relaxes me as he bottoms out. I feel his balls against my butt and wrap my legs around his strong waist, pulling him in. This may be taboo, and we may be breaking so many rules right now, but I want him close.
I want to smell him, feel his heartbeat and his chest swell as he breathes. Every day that I’m with him, I feel more and more like a part of him. Like the two of us will never be parted.
And I don’t even have to say anything. Chris understands. He gets the message and leans in, scooping me into his arms, kissing me up my neck with tender little love bites, all the way until he finds my lips.
His mouth is so much bigger than mine and captures me totally. It’s so dreamy just how small I am compared to him, wrapped in his embrace as he penetrates me.
Our hips move in sync, our rhythms matching perfectly, like two identical waves crashing against the beach. My consciousness starts to wander, and I feel myself slipping away, lost inhim. The way he holds me, owns me, how he teaches me to be everything he wants.
Already, I can feel the pressure rising inside me. My cheeks flush, and my nerve endings start to sizzle like sparklers. Chris’s lips twist into a smile against mine. “That’s it, Miss Williams. Take my cock just like I taught you.”
I nod feverishly. “Do I take it well, Daddy?”
The power in his strokes increases, shaking the table beneath me. “You know you do, little girl. That pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
Oh, God. So hot!My mind expands like twinkling stars ready to go supernova.
“Yes!” I moan, my back arching, my body tensing. The old table creaks as he thrusts. His drug-like scent overwhelms the smell of old books, and a beam of light spills in from the window, shining down on him like a spotlight.
“Then come for me,” he demands, his voice a sexy order that breaks me. I fight back my moan, just like I’m supposed to while here at school, lean in, and gently wrap my teeth around the thick muscles at the base of his neck like a cat that’s lost its mind. He groans, grabs my hair, and twists, adding an extra physical sensation that heightens my release.
My legs grip around him like a vise as I grind myself deeper onto his unyielding shaft. Chris grunts, almost painfully, like he’s fighting against something. His hips jerk but then abruptly lever hard, burying his full length inside me.
My eyes go wide as I realize what’s about to happen.
“Gracie, I can’t. I’m gonna come—"
It takes all my willpower to stay quiet when I feel something I’ve never felt before—a hot, sticky mess that sprays deep within my folds.
His flesh twitches, flexes hard, and I realize what’s happening.
He’s coming inside me!
Up until this moment, Chris has been very careful about using the ‘pullout method.’ He said he couldn’t get me pregnant. That it would complicate things. Maybe even ruin them. He said it was nearly impossible to hold back, though.
