His tongue was warm and soft against my skin. I squirmed from the pressure mounting between my legs. I wondered if he could feel the heat building against him. My question was answered the minute I felt his dick stiffening and stabbing into me. The friction it created each time it rubbed against me was dizzying.
“Roman, please…” I begged with a trembling voice. My body tensed when I felt warmth trickle from me. Roman’s nostrils flared when he pulled back. It was like he could smell how wet I was. I wondered if he knew I’d never been that wet before.
Ever since I met him, I had explosive orgasms whenever I masturbated. His name was always on my lips when my fingers slid in and out of my pussy.
At that moment I felt exposed, like he knew every dirty thought I had about him while I was alone, on my back with my legs spread.
“Can I touch your pussy, Zuri?” His voice was so rough I could barely breathe. I was high off his intensity. I nodded and he moved me to his desk. The cool wood on my ass cheeks sent a jolt through my body.
Roman dropped to his knees before me and pushed my legs apart like he couldn’t handle one more barrier between him and my pussy. “Fuck, these panties are so sexy and so wet .” He rubbed my tender pussy lips through the fabric of my underwear and I whined.
I couldn’t believe he was touching me…there . Him . I’d fantasized about him and he was finally touching me. My adrenaline shot through the roof. “Are they wet for me, Zuri?” I looked down at him between my thighs and cursed under my breath. He looked so damn sexy right there.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“I’ve been dying to smell you again since our first kiss.” He buried his nose against my panties and inhaled, making me shudder. I touched the top of his head and he let out a low growl. “You know we’re both fucked after this, right?” He asked, looking up at me.
I didn’t care how fucked we were once I looked into his eyes. I wanted everything that was going to come.
I wanted all the anxiety and fear. I wanted to sneak around and narrowly dodge getting caught. Roman was worth it.
“I don’t care,” I told him after calming my heartbeat. He didn’t take his eyes off me as he pulled my panties down. He let them hang from his middle finger while he stared at me.
“These belong to me now.” It wasn’t a question. It was a declaration and I was all for it. I was getting ready to tell him he could have them when I felt his tongue connect with my clit. Every word I’ve ever known vacated my brain. I shuddered against him when he groaned like I was his favorite food.
“Fuck. So goddamn sweet,” he muttered. I didn’t know if he was talking to me or to my pussy but I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t care about anything at that moment. The only things that existed in the universe were me and Roman.
His fingers spread me open and his mouth performed magic tricks on my hot cunt. I bucked my hips, thrusting against his tongue and he pulled me closer to him, lapping up every drop until I couldn’t move.
When he stood, his face was slick with me. My juices glittered on his brown sugar skin. “Come here, you need to taste how sweet you are,” his fist gripped my thick hair as he slid me closer to him.
The moment our tongues connected, I moaned. Was that what I tasted like? It was like raw sugar straight from the cane. Like earth and sweet water.
“Roman, I need to fuck you.” My words were throaty and full of desire. I didn’t even recognize myself.
“Zuri, once I fuck you there’s no going back.” I watched intensely as he stroked his thick dick through his slacks. I didn’t want to ever turn back. Not after this. “You sure you want this?”
“Are you sure?” I asked him, not blinking once. The metal on metal sound of his belt coming undone sent a chill down my spine. It pooled and buzzed deep inside of me. He was sure.
Roman was just as unraveled as I was. I stared at his long cock and tried to remember ever seeing something so thick and beautiful. I wet my lips with my tongue and watched him search his wallet for a condom, then roll it on.
This was happening.
In one yank, he pulled me to the edge of his desk and spun me around so that my ass was in the air. His smooth palm slid round and round on my skin making me hot. “Let me hear you beg for it like a good student, Miss Okolo.” The bite in his voice made all my muscles clench.
“Please fuck me, Mr. Clermont,” I whimpered.
“Beg.” He pulled my hair and I yelped, a zing of fear rippled through me but it was so delicious.
“Please, Mr. Clermont. I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Paint me a picture and use those pretty words.” Anticipation made sweat form on my skin and Roman’s hands slid down my sides beneath my dress smearing the dots of perspiration.
“Roman, I want you deep in my pussy. Make me wetter than I’ve ever been…crash into me. Fuck me speechless.” He thrust deep into me and I cried out, searching for something to grab for leverage.
“Those pretty words are getting your fucked, Zuri.”
“It feels so good,” I moaned, shutting my eyes letting his strokes crush me beneath the pressure.
“You feel so good. Your pussy is so tight…goddammit.” His fingers dug into my hips and he pulled me hard and urgently against him. His heavy hand slapped my ass making me yelp.
“Roman, I—I think I’m coming!” I shouted as a foreign feeling snaked around my body, holding it captive. He kept thrusting into me, he was relentless and I’d never felt so tortured and satiated at the same time.
“Cum for me, Zuri. Let me see how wet your pretty pussy gets.” I couldn’t hold on to the orgasm raging inside of me so I let go. I fell into the sky and let the feeling explode inside. It rained down on me and I couldn’t stop shaking.
“Oh my god,” I panted.
“Good Zuri. You are so fucking perfect.” Roman’s thrusts slowed and I felt heat throbbing between my walls. I wanted to feel his cum inside of me so badly but I knew better. So did he. “Fuck,” he cursed, pumping into me once more.
“Please don’t tell me we can’t do that anymore,” I said, touching the side of his face. I could already see regret blanketing his features. “Roman,” I swallowed, looking at him intently.
“I don’t know how to make this make sense, Zuri but…after that I don’t think I could function without being inside of you again.”
I let air rush from my lungs. “Me either. I won’t say a word,” I promised him. I pulled him down to my lips and we shared a kiss. “Can I come to class early tomorrow morning?” I stared into his eyes and realized that I’d just made a grave mistake.
Fucking Roman would ruin so much but I couldn’t pull away from him. Not after the way he handled me. The way he made me shake and tremble was too good to leave alone.
“Yeah, come early. Bring two pair of panties because I’m going to destroy the first pair.” I watched him ball up the used condom in several tissues before he stuffed it in his pocket. “Zuri, this has to be our secret, okay?” He touched my chin and I nodded quickly. Our secret would never leave my lips.
Before I left, Roman yanked me against his body and kissed me slow and deep. I didn’t want him to let go. I thought I might float away if he did.
“Hey, put my number in your phone,” he told me before I left. “Put me under your best friend’s name until we can figure out how to communicate.”
“Okay.” I pulled out my phone and put his number under Krissy’s name. Roman’s number had an emoji kiss beside it though. “Tomorrow,” I told him.
“Tomorrow.” He winked at me and my heart nearly popped. I couldn’t have walked out of Aspen Grove. I was floating. That was the only explanation. Muscle memory was responsible for getting me home. I didn’t remember driving there at all.
I fell backward on my bed and stared at the ceiling while Whitney Houston played through my earbuds. I didn’t know what the feeling taking over me was but I didn’t want it to leave. It was addictive.
Roman was addictive.
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br /> I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to stay up late talking to him. I wanted to feel him inside of me every moment my eyes were open.
When the feelings of desire grew too thick, I rolled over and grabbed my blue book. My fingers were itching to write. The words poured from my soul onto the paper and I filled up page after page about Roman Clermont. I fell asleep writing about him and even in my dreams, I wrote…
Roman
I’d never been more excited for work. Last night with Zuri was insanely hot even though I knew better. I fucked a student on my desk. I fucked her like my life depended on it. I should have felt a shred of regret or remorse but I didn’t.
The only regret I felt was when I pulled out. Even then, the regret was that I couldn’t fuck her without a condom the way I wanted to. Zuri was like a drug and I knew after last night I’d never give her up. I was stupid and I didn’t even care. She was my muse.
I stared at my desk and replayed the way she moaned for me when I had her bent over. I replayed the way her pussy tasted on my tongue and how wet her panties were. I ran a hand over my face and tried to push the thoughts of her in the back of my mind. My dick was starting to get hard and she wasn’t even in front of me yet.
Zuri, Zuri …
I straightened the papers on my desk and laid out my lesson plan for the day. The sun hadn’t even cracked the sky yet. Nobody else was at the school and that’s how I wanted it.
A soft knock on the closed classroom door made me look up. My heart quickened in my chest as I stood to let her in. Her dark curls were brushed into a ponytail that was impossibly thick. She looked like a queen.
My dick stood upon seeing her.
She closed and locked the door then dropped her book bag on the floor. We rushed to each other and my hands slid along her curves like they were at home. “I thought about you all night,” she confessed quietly against my mouth.
“Me too, Zuri.” I lifted her uniform skirt and lowered to my knees to kiss her thighs.
“God, Roman…” she moaned as my tongue traced the outline of her thick pussy. Once she was seated on my desk and her legs were open, I could see her white panties were nearly transparent.
I kissed her lips through the scrap of fabric and she arched her back. I tugged on her underwear and she whined. That whine was too much for me. It was so sweet. I could feast on that sound alone.
“Take them off,” I ordered. I watched her pull them down and my tongue became glued to the roof of my mouth. Zuri’s body was beautiful. The way she got wet for me was beautiful. Everything she did was like art.
“Roman, can you…” She swallowed nervously and looked at me.
“Can I what?” I wanted to hear her ask. I took two steps toward her and slid my finger up and down her wet slit while she became a mess of moans. “Tell me what you want from me.” I leaned down and spoke into her ear before licking and biting her soft lobe. I moved to her neck and my sweet little Zuri dripped all over my hand.
“Taste me,” she begged.
“You want my tongue in your pussy again?” I asked, peppering her with soft kisses along her throat.
“Yes…”
“Say it then. You have to use dirty words too. Everything out of your mouth can’t be pretty. What I’m about to do to you isn’t going to be pretty.” I bit her neck and she gripped my shoulders, digging in with her nails.
“I want your tongue in my pussy.”
“Very good, Miss Okolo,” I flashed a wolfish grin at her and she bit her bottom lip, watching as I spread her legs and feasted on her cunt. I’d never tasted anyone so pure and sweet before. I explored every crevice of her tight pussy until the juices rolled down her thighs and over the perfect curve of her ass. She soaked my lips and chin. She ran down my Adam’s apple and I still wasn’t quenched.
“You have to be quiet, princess.” I bit each of her dark chocolate thighs leaving behind beautiful plum colored bruises.
“It’s so hard,” she told me. I loved the way she pulled me down to her mouth when she needed a kiss. I rolled on a condom while she sucked her flavor from my lips.
“You know what else is hard?” I asked right before I pushed inside of her. Her moan was answer enough. I pulled her fluffy ponytail and hammered into her until she made one continuous noise.
“Can I put my hand around your throat, Zuri? Do you trust me not to hurt you?” I asked as I looked into her beautiful eyes. She nodded quickly and I slowed down my pace so I could choke her. With each stroke, I squeezed tighter and Zuri’s pussy clamped down around my dick like a vice grip.
“Shit, Zuri.” I knew I wouldn’t last long if she kept doing that.
“Roman,” she moaned with her eyes closed.
“Open those pretty eyes, princess. I wanna watch you cum.” I used her dainty neck for leverage then I pushed even deeper inside of her, rocking the desk and sending papers scattering to the floor. Every inch I fed Zuri pushed me closer to the edge.
“I’m coming, Roman,” she locked her legs around me and I sank into her warmth. I had to give in at that moment. There was nothing else to do. Zuri locked onto me and I lost it. I came so hard I had to shut my eyes because the intensity was too much.
I caught my breath for a moment and looked down at her. She was in a daze. I must have been in one too because I was stuck staring at her, imagining how she’d look sitting naked in my art room while I sketched her. She was stunning.
“How long before other teachers start coming in?” She asked me, her cheeks were flushed from the orgasm that took over her body.
“Another hour,” I told her. The way her uniform skirt inched up her thighs made me want to fuck her again already.
“Can we do it again?” Her eyes were wild and I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of that look. I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of her skirt and pulled her against me.
“Looks like my princess has an appetite.”
“I like when you call me princess,” her nose crinkled a bit and I skimmed my index finger down the bridge of it.
“You looked like you wanted to kill me when I said it the first week of school.”
“Because you were being a pretentious asshole.”
“Zuri, watch your mouth.”
“Or else what?” She cocked her head to the side and smirked.
“Or else I’m going to put something in it to shut you up.”
“Do it, Mr. Clermont.” She dragged each syllable of my name out and I couldn’t help staring at her full lips.
“You like being controlled, don’t you?”
“Only when you do it.” She slid off my desk and stood chest to chest with me. “So do it.” Her bossy mouth was driving me insane. I gripped her face in my hand and bit her bottom lip. “Ouch,” Zuri pouted.
“Aw, did that hurt, princess?”
“Yes, but I still liked it.”
“Get on your knees, Miss Okolo.”
“Like this?” She was gorgeous kneeling in front of me. Her brown eyes shone as she waited for my cock. It was already rigid and throbbing for her.
“Just like that. Open your mouth and show me that pink tongue. I want to paint it. Will you swallow every drop?”
“Yes, Mr. Clermont. I want every drop. I want to taste you.” I grabbed her ponytail and thrust into her mouth. Her tongue was like velvet and her mouth was so warm. When I hit the back of her throat, she gagged and I pulled out so I could see that look of desperation on her face.
It was perfect.
Her lips were shiny from spit. I rubbed the head of my cock along them like the lip gloss she loved so much. I fucked her mouth while guiding her head up and down on my dick then I pulled away again leaving a string of saliva from my cock to her pretty little pout.
“More,” she begged. I gave her what she asked for, pushing and pulling in and out of her mouth until I came in hot spurts. I was already down her throat so there was nothing left for Zuri to do but swallow. I let out a string of curse words when I felt h
er throat contract around me.
I blinked to clear the stars from my eyes and staggered back a few paces. “You taste so good,” she giggled and stood up, wiping the corners of her mouth.
“Saying shit like that will get you bent over this desk again.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she smoothed her pleated skirt out and I shook my head. Zuri was going to be so much trouble. Everything out of her mouth dripped with sex.
“We have about thirty minutes before teachers start coming in here.” I touched her hair and stared at her. “We need to behave.”
“I don’t like behaving. Not now that I’ve tasted you and fucked you,” she slid her fingers down my chest.
“Better safe than sorry, Zuri. As much as I’d love to fuck you again. Stay after school.” I brushed my lips against her ear and she sagged against me.
“Detention?” She asked, looking up at me.
“Extra credit. I don’t want you to get in trouble. You’re too cute to keep getting detention.” I straightened my shirt and looked to the floor at all the papers scattered everywhere.
“We made a mess,” Zuri noted.
“We did. I need to clean it up before school starts.”
“I’ll help you,” she said. She wasn’t helping much by bending over without panties on though. How was I supposed to concentrate with her sitting in my class all morning?
“Did you bring your permission slip, Miss Okolo?” I asked once the papers were stacked neatly on my desk and we’d washed up in the class bathroom.
“I did, Mr. Clermont.” She said my name with the cutest smirk.
“Good girl,” I patted her behind and tried my best not to pin her to the wall.
“I should have brought breakfast, I’m starving.” She rubbed her stomach and I frowned.
“You didn’t eat?”
“All I could think about was you. I kinda forgot I needed food,” she laughed.
“Sit.” I pointed to my chair and she sat behind my desk. “While I’m gone, look over some of the A drawings so you can see what they did.” She may have been an amazing lover but she was still barely getting by in my class with a C average so far. I wanted more for her.
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