She started to pulse against my fingers and my dick grew even harder. That’s right, baby. Come for me. And then she broke. Her whole body shook as I took her over the edge with just my fucking fingers. I was about to change her whole world.
She moaned as I removed my fingers. I was greedy for that sound. I wanted it again and again. My thumb drummed against her clit as I leaned toward her.
"I know how to please, Penny," I said and licked her juices off my fingers. So fucking sweet. She looked like she was about to beg me for my cock. But I was going to give it to her on my terms. I walked around the desk, trailing my fingers along her naked torso, over her perky breasts. I lifted her arms above her head.
I needed her lips around my cock. I’d wanted it ever since meeting her in that coffee shop. She’d been teasing me. Tempting me. Torturing me. It was time for her to deliver what she’d been promising.
"But you asked me to punish you." I pulled on her hands and her back slid across my desk. Her head dropped off the edge so that she was looking at me upside down. Her slender neck was just begging me to fill it with my cock.
I let my boxers fall to the ground and brought my erection to her lips. She opened up her mouth, inviting me in. Her eagerness to do exactly what I wanted just made me harder.
Her tongue swirled across my tip, licking up my pre-cum like she was dying of thirst. Jesus. She licked the underside of my cock slowly and swirled her tongue as she explored. Slow. Torturously slow. It was like she thought she was the one in control. Still teasing me when she was the one naked on my desk? I don’t think so. I let my fingers sink into her hair and thrust into her mouth. I groaned when she tightened her lips.
I thought her tongue was a Godsend. But her lips? They tightened even more as her mouth rode my cock. Her lips were magic. I gripped her hair harder as I thrust in and out of her mouth faster. She was going to make me blow my load down her throat, but I couldn’t stop. Not yet. I just needed a distraction so that all the sensation wasn’t focused on her perfect mouth.
I leaned over and squeezed one of her perky breasts. I needed to taste her again or I was going to go crazy. I climbed up on the desk, leaned over her, and sucked on her clit. Her moaning with my cock in her mouth was an even more satisfying sound than just her aroused moan. I landed a few strokes of my tongue against her wetness that had her shivering beneath me.
I was the one that needed the distraction so I wouldn’t cum, but her greedy pussy had her forgetting that she was giving me head. I moved my hips, taking back the control, fucking her mouth. She took all of it. Every inch.
When I thought she couldn’t be any sexier, she grabbed my ass, pulling my cock farther down her throat. Shit. I was going to cum without even fucking her.
I landed one more stroke on her delicious cunt before pulling my cock out of her mouth. I needed to fuck her right this second. I climbed off the desk and spun her around so that her ass was on the edge of my desk again. My eyes gravitated back to her perfect face. Her cheeks were more flushed than when she was embarrassed in class. Her chest rose and fell as her eyes raked over my abs. I’d never seen her sexier. God, I was going to explode inside of her. And she was going to milk my cock with her delicious pussy and beg me to never stop.
I grabbed a condom out of my wallet before I lost all sense. She was everything I thought she’d be and more. Responsive. Greedy.
"Professor Hunter," she panted.
Perfection. "I've wanted you ever since you fell into my arms at that coffee shop." I slid the condom in place, grabbed her hips, and quickly thrust myself inside of her. So fucking tight.
She moaned. Maybe she wanted roses and a kiss on the cheek. But this wasn’t going to be slow and loving. I needed to fuck her out of my system. So I was fast and rough. I was in complete control of her body and she didn’t protest at all. She wanted it dirty and raw. Kinky as hell. She was a fucking miracle.
I dug my fingers into her hips and her back arched. I fucked her faster. Deeper. Harder. God, I was afraid I’d never be able to stop. Her face flushed even more. I’d never be able to look at her again without thinking her blush was due to fucking instead of embarrassment. She closed her eyes and I found my gaze wandering to the freckles under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose. I stared at the way her red hair splayed across my desk. The way her tits bounced with each thrust. For a second it felt like I was dreaming. Real life never felt this good. This perfect.
She clenched around my cock and I knew she was close. But I wasn’t ready for it to be over. Not now. Not ever.
"Please," she begged.
No. I couldn’t give her what she wanted. I couldn’t let this end. It was a one-time thing and I was still desperate for more. "I asked you to be quiet.”
I pulled out of her and flipped her so that her stomach was pressed against my desk and her perfect ass was in the air. I trailed my fingers up over her ass and then pulled her skirt down. It pooled on the floor at her feet. The view of her had been perfect before. But now? It was like a schoolgirl porno brought to life, and hell if it didn’t turn me on even more. This had never been a fantasy of mine. But now it was the only thing I ever wanted to see.
I cupped her ass in my hands as I admired the way her hips dipped into her skinny waist. I’d never seen a sexier scene. I wanted to sink into my desk chair and just stare at her. See how long I could get her to lie there with her ass jutting in the air and her naked breasts pressed against my desk. But I was starving. Starving for her.
I pushed her legs apart, grabbed her hips tightly, and thrust inside of her again.
She gasped from the entrance.
And for just a moment I didn’t feel like fucking her. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to make her feel better than she ever had before. I moved my hips slower, sliding in and out of her wetness. My fingertips traced the back of her thighs. She deserved more than what I could give her. So much fucking more.
"Professor Hunter," she moaned.
Fucking hell, Penny. It was like she was begging to be fucked. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She tensed around my cock and I groaned. I was trying to give her what I thought she needed. Didn’t she see that? Slow. Loving. I slid my free hand along the arch of her back, admiring the dimples right above her ass cheeks.
She pushed back against the desk, taking my cock deep inside her once again. Fuck.
I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. They fit perfectly in my hands. Their weight just right. I ran my thumbs along her nipples. Let me worship you.
She arched her back so that she was no longer pressed against the desk. She reached one arm back and ran her fingers through my hair again, digging her fingertips into my scalp. Her hips swayed, riding my cock even though I wasn’t moving.
I couldn’t be gentle with her. Not when she so clearly loved when I was rough. She was begging for me to fuck her senseless. It’s what I wanted too. I kissed her raised arm gently, trying to savor each moment. One day she’d want someone sweet and kind. But right now she was naked in my office. She may have been a good girl. But she wanted to be bad. And I could give her bad all day. It was all I knew.
I pushed her back onto the desk. "Stay still," I said. I’d give her what she wanted. I held her down and spanked her hard. You like that? Is that what you want, you dirty girl?
I slapped her other ass cheek harder. I’d claim every inch of her body. I’d fuck her until she couldn’t walk. I thrust back into her harder than before. Her hips dug into the edge of the desk. My fingernails dug into her flawless skin, marking her. Ride my dick. She loved the sensation of pain and pleasure. Come, you little slut. I spanked her again and I felt her clench around me.