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I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” I pulled his now free hand under my skirt. “Can’t we do that?”

With a curse he moved in, bending his head down to touch his forehead to mine, his big finger pushing into me. “You first,” he said roughly.

I let go of him, falling back to brace myself on my hands. My shirt fell open wider, my heavy breasts completely bared to him.

“Are hands enough?” I asked him in a pant. “We can do anything you want.”

He shook his head and cursed. “More than enough. It’s too much. Just hands is a good start. You’re too much. I’m not sure I could handle all of you.” As he spoke, his finger was making steady progress, pushing deeper as I squirmed. He bent down and tongued a nipple, moaned, and started sucking. He was tender at first, but he sucked harder the deeper his invading finger went.

He pulled his head back with a gasp, our eyes locking. “You’re so beautiful,” he told me roughly. “I love the feel of you.”

His finger was moving in and out in shallow motions, making it hard to answer but I managed. “What else? Tell me more nice things,” I panted. “What else do you like about me?”

He laughed, but it was a pained sound. He leaned his face close to mine. “Everything. Your personality, your body, your boldness, the sound of your voice, your face. I like absolutely everything about you, especially the stuff that drives me crazy.”

“Now tell me something less nice,” I said, a plea in the words. I was a bit embarrassed by what I was asking, but I knew from his books and our conversation the night before that he’d get it.

He didn’t hesitate. In fact, he exceeded my expectations, and they’d been high. “I’m going to stamp you into my very own fuck toy. You’re going to become my personal cum pet, you little brat.”

As he spoke, his finger was busy inside me. I cried out roughly.

“Repeat it back,” he said sternly.

It was just perfect. His nice guy persona was taking a break. In its place was someone nearly mean and a bit aloof.

Stern teacher goodness squared.

“I’m your cum pet,” I panted.

“And?” he asked coldly. “Were you even paying attention? Or were you being a bad student again?” His most disappointed professor voice was out to play.

I could have come just listening to that tone from him. “And your fuck toy.”

And?”

I had to think and my brain wasn’t working that fast. “And a little brat.”

He started kissing me, and it got out of control pretty quickly. I found myself sucking on his tongue while his finger pumped in and out.

“Deeper,” I said against his mouth.

He pulled back. “Deeper and it’s going to hurt. You understand?”

I did. He was going to break my hymen. I met his eyes earnestly. “Please please please,” I chanted, our panting breaths mingling together.

He pulled back and bit his lip, looking down at his hand, which had gone still, finger half inside me. “I’m finding it almost impossible not to break it with my dick.”

My eyes flew down to his quivering length, and I whimpered. “Please,” I asked. “I want it so bad.”

“Hands only,” he said as though he was convincing himself.

“Just put it in once,” I tried. “You can take it right back out.”

He looked at me like he was hoping I had a point. “I’ll just stretch you out a bit, then get you off with my fingers. I won’t come in you. Okay?”

My whole body was shaking. I couldn’t even speak I wanted it so bad.

He pushed my legs wider, cursed, and took off my skirt. He pushed his hips between my thighs, his cock bumping against my belly.