Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I grunt as her fingers wrap as far around my shaft as they can, and when she gives me a slow, teasing, exploratory stroke up and down, I moan in pleasure, my muscles tightening. She looks up into my eyes, and I melt. She’s so fucking pretty on her knees, hand on my cock, tits out, plaid skirt bunched up around her waist, pretty pink lips wide open and ready, and her hair in those teasing little pigtails. It’s so fucking wrong, but damn if my cock doesn’t get even harder with her looking at me like that.
She leans forward, opens her mouth, holds my gaze, and slowly sinks her lips down over my swollen crown.
…And I groan.
The pleasure hisses from my lips, my balls drawing up and my jaw clenching as Anastasia wraps her lips right around my shaft. I can feel her tongue exploring me—licking and teasing and tasting my throbbing cock as she starts to suck. She moans so eagerly, bobbing her lips up and down the first few inches of my cock wetly.
And it. Is. Heaven.
It’s clearly her first time, but fuck is she into it. She moans so eagerly, stroking me as she bobs her mouth up and down. She moans wetly around my head, squirming and squeezing her thighs together as she slurps on my big dick. Her soft little lips drag up and down, her tongue swirling in circles over the head, and I want to come so fucking bad.
But not yet. Not before I really make her mine.
My balls swell with cum, and I can feel myself start to lose control—I want to hold her by the hair and fuck that sweet little mouth until I come all over her tongue. But somehow, I hold back. Somehow, I manage to stay in control, and I somehow discover the wherewithal to pull her away from my cock.
She’s gasping and panting, her lips swollen and her eyes wild as I pull my glistening cock from her pouty, wet mouth. I groan, wrapping a hand around my cock and pulling it away from her as I fight to stay in control.
“Was that… was that okay?”
“Fuck, Anastasia,” I groan, gritting my teeth. “Baby girl, that was too good.”
She grins, blushing. “And what if I wasn’t done with you?”
And before I can say another word, she’s dropped her mouth lower, to my heavy, cum-filled balls. I hiss in pleasure as she sucks gently on them, kissing my swollen balls and letting her tongue dart out to tease across them.
“Just like that, Ms. Penworth,” I groan, watching the eager, hungry, impish grin on her lips as she teasingly tongues my balls. I grunt, pleasure blazing through me before I pull her up and into my arms. I kiss her fiercely and hungrily as my hands grab her tight little ass and lift her up onto the edge of my desk again. My muscled thighs spread hers wide, moving between them and making her moan as I drag my swollen head up and down her slippery, glistening pink pussy lips.
…Fuck me, I could come just from this, without even sliding into her.
I slowly fist my cock as I push it through her folds, sliding it higher to let the thick crown brush over her clit. Anastasia moans, and I’m so fucking close to just pushing in and sliding my cock to the hilt in her eager little virgin pussy, before I hold myself back a moment, blinking back into reality.
“Anastasia,” I say quietly. Her eyes dart to mine, her gaze wild.
“We can go somewhere,” I purr. “Somewhere nicer than a classroom for this.”
But Anastasia just shakes head, biting her lip as she holds my gaze.
“No,” she says quietly. “Nowhere else.”
She leans in, kissing me eagerly as I shove her blouse and bra down her arms.
“I want you, Professor Bard,” she moans softly. “And I want you here, please.”
“You want me to fuck you here?” I growl. “You want my fat cock to stretch open your little cunt for the first time, and fuck you like a bad girl right here across your professor’s desk?”
Anastasia whimpers, and I grunt as I tease my thick head over her clit, feeling her smooth legs wrap around my waist.
“I’m too old for you,” I growl.
“No, you’re not.”
“And you’re far too young for me.”
“Am I?” she whispers. “Then why haven’t you stopped?”
I groan, bruising my lips to hers.
“Because I’m weak with you, Anastasia,” I groan. “Because I can’t fucking stop with you.”
I push my hips forward, letting my swollen head nudge over her clit, feeling her soft, slippery lips kissing the underside of my rock-hard cock. I keep teasing her clit, again and again, my cock leaking sticky white precum all over her as I move faster over her clit. I kiss her hard and deep, swallowing her moans until suddenly, I feel her tense against me and then shudder as the small orgasm tingles through her.