Make It to the Altar

by Fiona Cole

  Teeth bit into the sensitive skin below my ass cheek, right next to my opening. The fire burned straight to my clit and I knew he saw the way I clenched on nothing. My pussy begging for more.

  “Such a beautiful cunt.” His finger stoked along my rosette, prodding, causing fear to spike in my chest. Making my pussy clench more. “What I wouldn’t give to fuck your tight asshole. To hear you scream as I make you mine.” He pulled back, dragging his finger to my vagina. “But not today.”

  Those were his final words before he plunged his tongue inside me, and used his fingers to swirl around my clit.

  My hips thrust, grinding on his face, embarrassingly racing for my orgasm. I was so close, I needed to come. I hadn’t come this far for him to leave me now. He rolled my bundle of nerves between his fingers and I bit my palm as I exploded, clenching around his tongue, dripping cum as my whole body tightened.

  He placed gentle kisses everywhere—my lips, my thighs, my clit—before he pulled back. I lay panting on the desk, unable to move, to do anything, but feel the wash of emotions all over me.

  Shame, pleasure, embarrassment. So much shame.

  The rustling of fabric, the clink of a belt buckle, the rasp of zipper pulled me slowly from my feelings and the humiliation mixed with excitement. He was going to fuck me.

  I hated how much I wanted it. How much I wanted to feel him inside me. How much I wanted to come on him again. I needed it.

  The soft tip of his dick stroked up and down my wet cunt and the tip pressed in.

  And a knock came at the door.

  Earn It

  Part Three

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I jerked up off the desk and scrambled back, turning to face him with wide eyes.

  He swallowed hard, but seemed to gather himself. He pushed me down and shoved me under the desk. I crouched in the cramped corner, made smaller when he sat in his chair and pushed it in. He hadn’t even put his dick back in his pants. There I was cramped under my professor’s desk, between his legs, and his long, thick, still hard cock, right in front of my face.

  “Come in,” he called.

  The door opened, but didn’t close again. Hopefully whoever was there didn’t intend to stay long.

  “Hey, man. Do you have those papers done yet?”

  “Yes,” Professor Ryan answered in a graveled voice. “I’ll bring them to the meeting this afternoon.”

  “Man, I can’t believe . . .” I tuned out his words as he rambled on about some football game, my heart pounding harder knowing he wasn’t leaving right away.

  I cringed at admitting to how wet it made me, knowing he was right on the other side of desk. Knowing he could look under to find me on my knees between my professor’s legs, his long cock still protruding from his pants.

  My pussy clenched remembering how it felt just having the tip pushed inside. I wondered what it would feel like when he filled me whole with his length.

  The men continued to talk, and an idea formed in my head. He’d tortured me, made me stay quiet through it all, and embarrassed me every step of the way. Maybe I could get some retribution now.

  I shifted as quietly as I could to push myself closer to where I wanted to be. When I dragged my finger up his length, his legs jerked, hitting the desk, and I had to hold back a laugh.

  “You okay?” the visitor asked.

  “Ye—Yeah.”

  Licking my lips, I smiled and wrapped my hand around his thick cock and brought it to my mouth, rolling my tongue along the back before wrapping my lips around the head and sucking. I flicked my tongue in his slit and teased him.

  He grunted, but covered it with a cough and somehow carried on the conversation. But then I felt a hand slip to the back of my head that began pushing me down, so I was forced to take more of his length in my mouth. He pushed so far, I wanted to gag, but couldn’t make a noise. Focusing on breathing through my nose, I took him past the back of my throat, He pulled me back up and then shoved me down again.

  I wanted to reach my hands between my legs and get off again, which made my whole body flush in both excitement and disappointment at how it betrayed me. For wanting these dirty things when I knew they were wrong.

  I almost gave into my desire when our visitor asked, “You okay? You look a little flushed.”

  “Yeah. I’m just hot right now.”

  “Well, get yourself some water.”

  “As soon—” His words cut off when I sucked him as far as I could go, rolled his balls in the palm of my hand, and pressed a massaging finger against his perineum. “As soon I’m done with these emails, I’ll get right on it.”

  “Okay. I’ll leave so you can get on that.” The shuffling of clothes let me know he was standing. Thank, God. “Hey, are we still on for dinner Friday? I love your wife’s cooking.”

  I ignored the word “wife,” instead focusing on staying in the moment, letting my tongue slick up and down him. “Wife” didn’t matter, it wasn’t the point of this meeting between the professor and me.

  “Yeah. Friday.”

  As soon as the door clicked closed again, Professor Ryan pulled back, his dick coming out of my mouth with a pop. I stared up at him with wide eyes, nervous for what was next. I knew I’d teased him. I knew he was going to fuck me. I wanted to say I didn’t want it, but my body couldn’t lie.

  He dug his hand into my hair and clenched tight, pulling at the strands, and yanked me out from under the desk, turned me, and shoved me face first onto the flat top.

  Bent in half as I was, left me completely open. And he took advantage, roughly shoving in on the first thrust.

  “I was going to tease you, make it nice and slow. But since you want to be a whore, I’ll fuck you like one.”

  On his last word, he rammed into me so hard, my hips crashed against the hard edge of the desk, shaking all the materials on top.

  Smack! Smack, smack, smack.

  I heard the crack of his hand against my ass before I felt it, but I had to clench my teeth to stop from crying out in pain, in pleasure.

  “Fuck your pussy squeezes me so tight when I slap that ripe ass cheek. You fucking like it.”

  “No.”

  “Liar. You like being spanked by your professor as he stuffs you full of his cock.”

  I didn’t get a chance to respond before he grabbed my hair, yanking me up. My back arched until his lips could reach my ear.

  “Does it turn you on to know my handprint is bright red on you? Like a brand.” I could only whimper as I bit down on my lip to hold back the cries. He reached up to roll, pinch, and tug at my nipple. “Such perfect tits for such a dirty girl. Do you like this? Having your professor stare at your breasts, having his hands on your nipples, pulling at them until they’re red and swollen? All for a little extra credit. Such.” Thrust. “A.” Thrust. “Slut.” Thrust.

  And I came. I had to put both hands over my mouth to hold as much noise in as possible, tears leaking down my face as my whole body exploded into a million pieces before pulling back in to only explode again.

  His tongue touched my cheek, licking up the salty tracks before biting down on my ear as he moaned his own release, coming deep inside me.

  When he was done, he let go of me and I fell forward, unable to stand. His softening dick slipped out and with it, a trail of wet cum. My heart hammered with everything it could mean.

  Behind me, he grabbed my discard panties and wiped up his cum dripping down my leg. “I love seeing my seed pouring out of this well used cunt. Now you know it’s mine.” He shoved my panties back into his pocket and stood back to arrange his pants. “Now get dressed.”

  I pulled on my shirt with trembling hands after tugging the cups of my bra back over my breasts. I was too scared of his response to ask for my panties back.

  “You may leave, Miss Belle.”

  “Um,” I started, trying to insert confidence into my tone. “My extra credit?”

  He looked up from the papers on his desk he’d been reading
. “That should get you a few points. We’ll work on more soon.”

  His eyes glinted with excitement, and I hated the way my pussy clenched, remembering what we’d just done and knowing there would be more.

  I was so fucked. Literally.

  I opened my lips to say some sort of denial, I didn’t know what, when the door opened again and the same man from earlier popped his head in.

  “Hey. Jones needs those contracts now.”

  I dropped my head to hide the flush in my cheeks when he spotted me, beyond grateful he hadn’t barged in ten minutes earlier.

  “Oh, hey Ana. Didn’t see you come in. Do you need me to bring anything for dinner Friday night?”

  “No, thank you, Henry. Just your company,” I answered with a polite smile, hoping he didn’t comment on my appearance.

  Kevin coughed next to me and I looked to see him holding back a smile. The asshole was enjoying my discomfort. Fucking sadist.

  “I’ll be there as long as I survive the week. Your husband is such a hard worker. He really rides my ass.”

  We all laughed, but Kevin and I locked eyes. He knew how much I loved when he rode my ass.

  “I can only imagine,” I said, staring at the love of my life.

  Acknowledgments

  First and foremost always goes to my family. My husband and kids are the greatest gifts in my life, and without their support I’d never be able to do this.

  Karla Sorensen, thank you for always being there to listen to me and help me through my process. You help me survive the days with my many rambling messages. I love you.

  To my beta readers, Serena and Julia. You ladies gave me the most helpful feedback and I can feel confident in this book thanks to you.

  Karen Cimms, I don’t know how I got so lucky to find you, but I fall down at your feet in gratitude for how clean you make my books. Best editor ever!

  Linda Russel with Foreword PR, you have to be one of the best blessings I have been given. You’ve helped me more than you could know. Thank you for your support and putting together an amazing release.

  To all the awesome ladies in my reader group. This book would have never happened without your excitement at the idea of it. I wrote this for you. You all make me laugh and always support me. Thank you.

  All the blogger and instagrammers. You guys work tirelessly and make this indie world go ‘round. I am so thankful for all of you every day. I’ve made so many amazing friends and I love you guys!

  To everyone who took the time to read Shame Me Not. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. The fact that you took time to pick up my book out of the millions is the greatest honor. I’d be nothing without you.

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  About Fiona Cole

  Fiona Cole is a military wife and a stay at home mom with degrees in biology and chemistry. As much as she loved science, she decided to postpone her career to stay at home with her two little girls, and immersed herself in the world of books until finally deciding to write her own. Fiona loves hearing from her readers, so be sure to follow her on social media.

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