“Please don’t take offence to what I’m saying. I think it’s beautiful that you’re saving yourself. I—”
“I’m not intentionally saving myself. I just… the opportunity hasn’t come up yet.”
He shakes his head slowly as he drags his gaze over my breasts. “I see the way the boys in class look at you. You have plenty of opportunity.”
Now I know this must be my imagination because there aren’t any boys looking at me in class.
I shake my head and hold my gaze on the massive giant before me. “Trust me, I’m not saving myself. I’m perfectly content to quell your urges.”
His cock jumps as he stares down at me, his voice thick and desperate as he says, “Don’t say things like that, little girl. This beast inside of me is wild tonight.”
I wet my lips and glance down at his enormous cock, suddenly desperate to know what it would feel like sliding against my tongue.
“Don’t you dare,” he growls and guides me back on the bed. “If anyone is tasting anything tonight, it’s me. I’ve been desperate to know what you taste like for months.”
“Months?”
“Months. I’ve spent months watching you. The way you move, the way you think, the way your breasts bounce when you resituate in your chair.” He grunts under his breath as he lies beside me on the bed. “Are you still interested in taking orders?”
I hum in agreement, my pussy soaking wet as I squeeze my thighs together. He’s so big, so strong, so masculine lying here next to me. It’s magnetic, impossible to ignore.
“Straddle my face while you rub that pretty clit,” he groans, “but under no circumstance do I want you to put your hips down. Understood? I can’t touch you. It’s fucked up. I just… I need to breathe you in while I jerk myself off.”
Why are my thighs aching to do as I’m told? Am I really this simple? This desperate? This needy?
Yes! Clearly, I am!
I climb up onto his face like a pro and slide my finger into place over my slippery, swollen clit.
“Good girl,” he groans, already jerking his cock. “Rub that pussy for me. Drip your come all over my face.”
Oh God! This might be hotter than actual touch!
All I feel is the warm heat from his breath, the flex of his shoulders as he strokes his cock, and the soft bristle of his beard against my thighs and the lips of my slit as they tickle and poke.
“Jesus Christ, you smell good,” he growls. “The sound of that soaking, little cherry is killing me.” The vibration from his voice reverberates as his beard tickles new places.
I’m not going to last long. How sad is that? How very, very sad.
I shouldn’t look at his face. I can’t look at his face. Whatever masculine things he’s doing with it will make me want to drop my hips straight onto his beard… but I look anyway.
His nostrils are flaring, his upper lip is twitching, and his jaw tightens.
“God damn, little girl. Make that creamy, little pussy come.”
I nod and move my hips back and forth without thought, accidentally hitting the tip of his nose against my clit as I grind.
“Fuck,” he growls low in his throat, dragging out the word the second I touch him. “You’re teasing me again.”
I pant as my toes curl inward. “It was an accident. I’m so sorry, professor.”
“Oh, little girl.” His voice becomes rougher as he jerks his cock faster and says, “You want to ride my face, don’t you?”
My hips tilt back and forth as I rub my swollen clit and pinch my hard nipple. “Yes, I—”
He grips my left hip and presses me onto his face, quick and hard, warm and soft.
Oh God!
