Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“And this is the equation I would use to define it?” She asks, holding her paper up high.
I work his entire length a few more times before I stop completely. He’s all but squirming as my hand finds the top of his pants. I begin to unbutton them, and he smiles as he lets out a straining exhaling.
“Yes,” he sighs happily, both to me, and as his answer.
“Got it. You’re such a great teacher,” she smiles.
“Right,” he mumbles, barely paying attention, so focused on helping me release him from the confines of his jeans. He shifts in his seat, making it easier for me, as his button comes undone. I clear my throat and slide down the zipper next, watching as he grabs a paper from in front of him, holding it up and pretending to read.
His rigid, swollen penis escapes, standing full mast, throbbing as I wrap my hand around it. I can’t help my sigh, as I finally feel him - all of him. This isn’t watching from a distance, or feeling him through our clothing - no, he’s all here, right here, big and heavy, and in my hand. I wish I could use two, as the one doesn’t even come close to covering him.
He shifts in his seat again, helping me rest his hard length inside the desk so that it doesn’t peek out over the top.
I squeeze him and he rewards me with another throbbing pulse, his fingers digging into the sides of the wooden desk hard. I watch out of the corner of my eye as his briefly close.
I start to move my hand up and down, going slow, not wanting any part above my elbow to move.
He gently shoves his hips up towards me, and I tease him by rubbing my thumb over his tip, surprised by its smoothness. A few drops of wetness drip out and I use it as I glide my hand back down, coating him with it.
I think back to all the times I’ve watched him masturbate, knowing precisely what he likes, so after every few pumps I give him a tight squeeze, gripping hard.
When I look his way again I notice he’s watching me out of the corner of his eye, his hands still clutching the sides of the desk as he grunts ever so softly. He’s trying so hard to be quiet, and to control his breathing. I normally wouldn’t even hear him above the TV next door if I didn’t already know exactly what to listen for, so in tune to his process from seeing him do this so many times.
He’s so rigid he must be close. I’m jerking him hard and fast now, working up a steady rhythm. He shoves hips forward again, his mouth open and tight, begging me to pump faster, but I can’t. It’ll be too obvious.
I still when he has trouble answering a question, but pick right back up once he’s finished, driving my hand up and down quickly. I sink back into my chair and look inside the desk. He’s so swollen, oh yeah, he’s definitely yearning to erupt.
I want to give him exactly what he wants, so since I can’t speed up, I push down hard, sneaking in a few fast pulls. After one last hard tug, he’s there, shooting out between my fingers.
“Oh God!” He grunts loudly, just as the bell rings. I watch the jets of fluid surge out forcefully into the desk each time I tug on him.
Madison and her friend give me a confused look and I shrug, slowing my movement as he continues to empty himself, still gushing between my fingers. He chuckles before finally composing himself.
“Oh God!” He says again purposefully, realizing how random his words were. “Oh God, I can’t believe how quickly that went!” I’m anxious, as I look Madison’s way. Will she buy it?
“Yeah, it did fly by,” she smiles.
I relax as I reach into my bag, finding some tissues and passing them to him under the desk. There’s so much come, I’ll have to get more from his desk once they leave, and as soon as they’re out the door, I get up and grab them, wiping my hands.
I register the sound of his zipper, hearing it close, and when I turn around from throwing my tissues in the garbage, he’s behind me, shutting the door with one hand, and grabbing my waist with the other.
“Hi,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Hi,” I meet his lips as they lightly press against mine. They’re soft and sweet, and I hope this doesn’t count as our one more kiss because it’s far too quick.
“Thank you,” he pulls away, opening the door back up.
“Yeah,” I bite my lip to stop my wide smile.
“You’re pretty proud of yourself right about now, aren’t you?” He jokes, and I can’t help my laugh. “I bet you’re pretty wet too,” he whispers.