Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“You’re so hard, so big.”
I groaned. “You have to stop licking those lush lips. It makes me think about my cock between them.”
She snapped her eyes up to mine. “Maybe that’s what I want,” she whispered the words and her blush deepened.
I cupped the side of her face and dipped my head to kiss her again, moaning low when she curled her fingers around my cock. My dick throbbed with the need for release, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer in my present state.
I pulled away. “I need you.” I gripped her waist and spun her around until her chest pressed against the dresser. She panted and looked over her shoulder with wide eyes.
“Mr. Syler, what are you doing?” she asked, but there was a playfulness in her voice.
I might have felt guilty if not for the fact I knew she wanted it. She could have said no already, changed her mind, yet she hadn’t, and that spoke volumes to me, told me I needed to give this to her.
I pressed my chest against her back and inhale. She smelled so damn good tonight, like vanilla with a hint of lemon. I pushed her hair off her shoulder and whispered against her ear, “You know what I’m doing, baby. You know what I’m going to do to you.” She shivered beneath me, and I closed my eyes, loving that little act of submission.
“Are you going to fuck me with that big cock of yours?”
She might have been a virgin, but she talked like a whore, and that was fucking hot. “You want my big, fat cock inside of you?”
She nodded.
“You want me filling you up with cum, making that spunk slide out of your tight virgin pussy.
“God, yes,” she whispered.
You can tell me to stop at any time.” I leaned even closer.
Hell, could I really do what I am thinking of doing to her? Touching and kissing her were bad enough, but what I really wanted to do seemed like stepping over the line. Like really fucking stepping over a line.
“I don’t want you to stop.” Her words came in fast pants and that finally broke my self-control.
I brought my hand back, and in one swift move, slapped her ass cheek hard enough that she cried out. Good, I wanted to hear her cry out, wanted to hear her beg for it. I was a sick bastard; and I was finally getting what I wanted.
“Your ass makes my mouth water.” I liked to talk dirty, especially having Maddie right here, and although I should be going slowly for her first time, I couldn’t. The anticipation and excitement I’d built up for her was going to make me explode if I went any slower.
I was going to fuck Maddie, my student, and I was going to make sure she never fucking forgot it. I was going to make sure that whenever she sat down, she felt the memory of me pounding my big dick into her.
4
Mr. Syler released me, and I turned around to stare down at his perfect naked body. I have fantasized so many times about how hot he was. My fantasies were nowhere near close to the real thing. Pressing my thighs together, I tried to stop the flow of my pussy juice. That tuned on, I was sure my cream was leaking down my thighs.
“What are you thinking right now?” he asked.
Licking my dry lips, I glanced down at the monster cock between his thighs. I wanted him inside me.
“I’m so wet, Mr. Syler. I want you to put that big dick inside my juicy pussy.” Leaning back against the dresser, I spread my thighs, giving him a shot of my cunt. I teased my fingers through my slit, moving my wetness around. The smallest touch and I was ready to come. Lifting my fingers up to the light, I showed him how wet I was.
Mr. Syler reached out and grabbed my hand firmly. We stared at each other. He stepped closer to me, reached out with his other hand, and sank his fingers into my hair. “You want to see what I want?”
I refused to break eye contact and nodded. He took my hand and sucked my cream soaked fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over them. I gasped and he moaned, sucking each digit with his lips and tongue.
“You taste so fucking good. Get me some more.”
Placing my hand between my thighs, I took more of my cream and offered it up to him.
For the next few moments, he demanded that I give him my pussy cream. He ate it up like a starving man, all the while staring deep into my eyes. Each second drove my arousal higher. He was driving me crazy, and he hadn’t really touched me. His dominance and commanding nature had my pussy clenching with the need to feel his huge shaft all up in me.