by Celia Aaron
Jackson and I followed. We’d tried for days to come up with some plan to turn the tables on her. There was none. She’d thought through the details – the video evidence was enough to put us away for life.
She sat on her bed and lay back before snaking her hand down to her pussy and playing with her clit.
“Now you both know what I like.” She made a high-pitched grunt as she flicked herself. “And I know you’re angry with me about this little arrangement.” Another squeal.
It was all I could do not to fall on her and eat her pussy.
“So, I’m going to let you both do whatever you want. Fuck me as hard as you like. I want it.”
Jackson needed no more urging. He stripped off his uniform, whipping his shirt and his pants to the floor. I pulled my shirt over my head and pushed my jeans down. I was so hard it hurt. Seeing her laid out like this, ready for me and Jackson, was what I’d been waiting for.
“And one more thing.” She sank a finger inside her pussy and drew it out, wet and glistening. “Make it rough, like last time.”
I crawled on top of her and wrenched her wandering hand away from her pussy. I licked her cream from her fingertips before pinning both hands over her head. I kissed her hard, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, bruising her lips.
Jackson was behind me, spreading her legs. She moaned when he buried his face in her pussy. The sound made my cock leak. I let her mouth and wrists go and knee-walked up her body until I could position my shaft between her tits.
“Push your tits together. I’m going to fuck them and come all over your face.”
She did as she was told, making a sweet pocket for me to fuck. I licked my hand and smoothed it over my cock before I slid it in. She pinched her nipples as I started a rhythm, my aching cock so sensitive to the touch of her tender flesh. She held my eyes with her blue gaze as I fucked her tits. Her moans grew louder as Jackson kept working her.
“Pinch them harder,” I told her.
She obliged, twisting her nipples as I watched. When she moaned and came against Jackson’s mouth, the pressure built too quickly in my shaft to stop. I lifted a knee and shot my load into her face, coating her mouth with my hot spend. Her tongue darted out and caught the spray, licking it from her lips. The sounds she made. Jesus. She was the fucking sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“I want in this pussy right now,” Jackson said.
I looked back. He was standing, stroking his cock, watching us.
“Fine, I want to try her ass.”
“Please,” she whined.
Jackson lay down on his back. She eagerly climbed on top of him, positioning her pussy over him before sinking down onto his shaft.
I climbed up behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I reached between us and stroked the flesh around Jackson’s cock before pulling the wetness back up to her tight asshole.
She shivered beneath me and raised up on her hands. Jackson leaned forward and captured her nipple in his mouth. She rocked down onto his cock as I slipped my head inside her. She was so tight, like a fist had me in its grip. I eased further in until her ass had eaten me up. I began working with Jackson, keeping cock in her one way or another as we moved in and out. She sat up and turned her head toward me. I claimed her mouth, tasting myself on her. I reached around and palmed one tit while Jackson sucked the other.
She bounced between us, impaled on either side. She moaned as we moved faster, the three of us in a grinding tangle. I yanked her hair, making her moan into my mouth, and squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed.
The pressure on my shaft was intense as she sucked me in as far as I could go. My balls slapped against her ass with each stroke. Her pussy was so slippery that Jackson made wet noises as he slid in and out. I wished I could taste her right then, but my cock told me to stay right the fuck where I was.
I pulled her head back and sucked her neck, nibbling and biting at the skin over her jugular before moving down to her shoulder. Her moans shot out from her as we moved faster in and out of her lush body.
“Harder!”
I was more than happy to oblige, pulling back and slamming forward as Jackson lifted his hips up and down, ramming her from beneath.
“That’s it,” she said.
With each thrust, my cock pulsed, perilously close to release. I reached down with my free hand stroked her clit, making her buck wildly. The movement of her hips ended it for me, sending my cum squirting inside her ass as I yelled and bit down on her shoulder.
“Oh, I can feel it!” she cried.
I felt her ass begin to tighten, milking my cock. She screamed to the ceiling as Jackson gave three more hard strokes up into her and stiffened, coming into her as she constricted both of us. I gave her a few more pumps, my sight clouding from the sheer pleasure of my release.
She fell forward onto Jackson and I leaned on her back, my cock still lodged in her tight ass.
After a few moments, she said, “When you fuck me like that, it makes it hard for me to let you boys go.”
She was a scheming bitch for doing what she did, but keeping enemies close was a tenet in my line of work. I didn’t want to let her out of my bed, and definitely not out of my sight.
“You could stay,” I said and kissed her back.
“What, with you?”
“With both of us.” Jackson said. “You can stay at Alexi’s compound. As you know, I’m there quite a bit.”
“So, you want me to stay in Alexi’s compound and be your fuck bunny?” There was a smile in her voice.
“Fuck yes,” Jackson and I said in unison.
She moved her hips slightly, bringing my dick back to life in her ass. “I’d still keep my money.”
“Fine.”
“And the video, for insurance.”
“Keep whatever you want. Just don’t stop fucking us,” I said and thrust into her.
“Mmmm, you drive a hard bargain, fellas.” She reached back and dug her nails into my ass, spurring me into her.
“Stay,” Jackson said and claimed her lips as he began moving beneath us.
I rode her harder, making the skin on skin sounds return to the small bedroom.
“If you two promise to fuck me like this whenever I want, and I get to keep the money, then we have an agreement.”
“Done.” I said. “Now come for me and let’s seal the deal.”
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Forced by the Professor
Forced Series, Book 2
She was late. Again. I ground my teeth and continued the lecture.
“Mr. Drake, tell me what level of scrutiny applies to fundamental rights?”
The student popped his mousy brown mop up from behind his laptop. “Um, I think—”
“You aren’t here to think Mr. Drake. You’re here to learn. You’re failing miserably at both, in any case.” I made a show of striking through his name on my list of class participation grades.
Humiliating a student did nothing to take the edge off, to stifle my need to punish her. I forced myself to keep discussing constitutional law instead of looking at the wooden door leading to the hall. Where was she?
“Strict scrutiny, Mr. Drake. The highest form of scrutiny is applied when the government seeks to make any law that would infringe on fundamental rights—”
The door swung open. She strolled in, seemingly oblivious to the fact she was forty-five minutes late to a fifty minute class. Her blonde hair was pulled half up, the rest allowed to flow down her back. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew they were green. Her tits were large and plump, peeking over the top of her white tank top. I bet her nipples were a dark pink. Her pussy even pinker.
She climbed the risers to her seat. Her far too short black skirt swayed when she moved, and her heels made her ass jut out perfectly. I wanted to bury my face in it and lick until she screamed.
She had neither books nor a lap
top in her arms.
All forty students in the room focused on her. The men gaped as did some of the women. I gripped the podium until my knuckles turned white. She was mine. All mine. All the gawkers – male and female – needed to know they had no chance with her.
I wanted to work violence on each one of them that dared to look at her. Instead, I stayed put behind the podium out of necessity, my cock having leapt to attention with the first inkling that she was near.
The tables formed a horseshoe in the room, eight rows of them, each higher than the last. She was in the middle, where the rows were extra far apart. I could see her tits, her face. I could also see her skirt, her legs, her hooker heels.
“You’re late, Ms. Finnegan.” I gave her a hard look.
She needed discipline. I would be the one to give it to her. She tempted me day in, day out. Showing up to class late. Playing on her cell phone while I lectured. Never turning in homework. And then she wore the most provocative clothing, just to get to me.
Her cocktease was about to come to an end. I was going to take her, one way or another. I wanted my hands around her throat, constricting her as I rammed my cock so deep into her that my balls slapped against her ass with every stroke. But before I even got to that, I planned on giving her the lashes she deserved. Every single one.
“Sorry, professor.” She smiled innocently, her red lips spreading to reveal her even, white teeth. “Car trouble.”
“Well, Ms. Finnegan, can you tell me what level of scrutiny applies when a government makes a law affecting the right to vote?”
She looked down at her empty desk before slyly looking back up at me. “I seem to have forgotten my book and my notes, professor.”
I scrubbed a shaking hand down my face. Fuck, I wanted to discipline her right then and there in front of everyone. “Ms. Finnegan, you are aware of the rules of my classroom, are you not?”
She smiled again, but didn’t speak. Infuriating.
“You are aware that you are expected to—”
She casually let her legs fall open slightly beneath the table. She wasn’t wearing any panties. In the shadow between her milky thighs, I got a glimpse of blonde curls and sweet, sweet pink. I stifled a groan.
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