by Jenna Rose
His muscled chest pressed against mine, and I reached out and ran my fingers across his chiseled abs and strong biceps, getting to know every inch of his perfect body. I felt the taut muscles of his back and his firm butt. Lots of guys don’t understand that we girls like them too, and his was perfect.
“Is this the kind of extra credit you give to all your students?” I teased. I thought he’d just smile at my little joke, but he looked back at me with a sudden seriousness.
“Never,” he said. “All of this is only for you, because I’ve been aching for you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
I licked my lips as he leaned in and kissed me.
It was like we’d made out a hundred times. I kissed him back, felt his tongue against mine and his cock rubbing across my slit.
I guess we were dry enough for him, as leaned down, grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder like it was nothing. I yelped with excitement as he turned, stepped out of the shower and carried me like a caveman into his room.
He tossed me down on the bed, which smelled just like him, and was instantly all over me.
My back arched as his lips found my nipple. His legs surrounded mine, squeezed them together around his cock as he continued thrusting, teasing me with the penetration I was desperate for.
“You were my best student, Emily,” he whispered. “You’re a perfect student, and now I’m going to teach you my most important lesson. Are you ready?”
“Yes!” I gasped, arching my hips up against him.
“The moment I saw you on my steps, I knew it was fate,” he told me. “You were mine, and now I’m going to make you mine.”
“Please…” I whispered.
The anticipation was too much. My pussy was covered in his cum and his cock was still hard, sliding against my hole. It was as close as you could get to the real thing without it actually being the real thing.
He kissed me again and repositioned himself, moved his legs between mine and spread them. I opened up for him as wide as I could go, eager to give myself to him. His mouth moved lower, kissed my neck and moved down to my breast. My chest heaved, my heart rate skyrocketed as I felt my lips begin to part as he pressed the tip of his cock against my hole.
His strong arms wrapped around me and one of his hands took me by the back of the neck and tilted my head down so I was looking at the action.
“Watch, princess,” he said. “Watch as I make you mine.”
And then it happened.
My pussy spread for him and I watched as he slowly slid every inch of his massive dick inside of me.
I’d expected pain, but there wasn’t any. I just felt stretched, and to be honest, I loved it. A groan escaped my lips and I wrapped my arms around his strong waist and pulled his body tight against mine.
I crushed my lips against his and pressed my tongue hungrily into his mouth as he bottomed out inside my pussy, taking my virginity and claiming me as his. My entire body shuddered at the feeling of being so full. His fingers had been incredible, but they were nothing compared to his porn-star penis.
The pleasure was greater than anything I’d ever known or could have imagined. I threw my arms around him and held him close to me, pressed my breasts against his firm chest and felt his back muscles heave as he began to fuck me.
He growled and I felt the rumble in his chest, turning me on even more, and curled my legs around him, trying to get as close to him as possible.
A heat began bubbling up inside me.
Already!?
It was happening. My body was responding to his, crying out as an orgasm rose within me. I don’t know if it was the intense teasing or just how delicious and sexy Mr. Cox was—or maybe a combination of both—but I was already right there, and I wanted him to know.
I pulled my lips from his and pressed my forehead to his so our eyes were locked together. A feeling of empowerment flooded through me as my orgasm grew closer and closer. I wanted him to feel it, to know the kind of pleasure he was bringing me.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked.
“How—how did you know?”
“Your pussy is tightening up on me,” he said. “Grabbing onto me like it doesn’t want to let go.”
“I want you to feel it,” I whispered. “I want you to feel me come on you like you did on me.”
“Give it to me, princess,” he urged me as he slid in and out of me, stretching me with every one of his strokes. “Let me feel that pussy come!”
“Oh. My. God, Dylan!”
I cried out, my breath caught in my lungs as a mind-melting orgasm hit me and caused my entire body to go tense. Everything I knew about the world vanished from my mind, leaving me alone with my pleasure as Dylan impaled me on his massive cock.
My body shook and my pussy clenched down in perfect rhythm with my orgasm. Dylan held his cock all the way inside me and stared into my eyes as I came, burning like hot fire, entrenched in his manliness as he made me his.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he purred as he pressed his body against mine. “I can feel that tight little pussy coming on my cock.”
“Yeah?” I gasped, needing to hear more.
“You’re so tight, princess. You feel so fucking incredible.”
With a final gasp, my entire body relaxed and I slumped down on the bed, my chest heaving, panting from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.
I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, so I did sort of a combination of both as Dylan took me by the hips and twisted me into a spooning position. He cupped my face and pulled my lips to his and I snatched him by his incredible jaw and held him close as I sucked his tongue.
Fucking, WOW!
From this angle, his cock was hitting my G-spot, and the sensation was so intense that if he was fucking me any faster, I don’t think I would have been able to take it. But Dylan knew what he was doing and kept his strokes slow, long and deliberate, keeping me just on the edge of too much and just the right amount.
He spanked me and I cried out and buried my face in the pillows as he twisted me even more and mounted me. It wasn’t quite doggy-style, as my hips weren’t aimed up at him—it was something much more primal.
He lay on top of me, pinning me against the bed and brought his mouth to my ear.
“You like that, princess?”
“I—I can’t even…”
His cock went in and out, in and out again, caressing my G-spot with its thick swollen tip. I could still feel his slick cum against my pussy lips and felt more alive than I’d ever been.
I lost myself in his embrace, his arms, his stroke, his scent, his powerful presence. My entire body was shaking, melting like hot butter or warm honey against his hard rod.
The lingering effects of my orgasm still had me reeling, my head spinning and my breath coming in short quick pants as he started to speed up. He didn’t want to hold back—not anymore. He wanted to fuck me, and I wanted it too.
“Fuck me harder, Dylan,” I whispered. “Take me however you want me.”
I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to be perfect, take his cock however he wanted and show him that I was his. I wanted to learn everything he had to teach me and be good for him.
“Harder?” he growled. “You sure you understand what that means, princess?”
“Do whatever you want with me!” I cried out. “I’m fucking yours!”
“Mmmm,” he grunted. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Chapter Eleven
Emily
I know I was supposed to be the witch tonight, but Dylan had completely bewitched me.
The shock of what Dylan did next is almost too much to explain. He lifted himself up, grabbed me hard by my hips and pulled me up into full doggy-style. Now he could see everything. There was no hiding anymore, and I loved that.
He withdrew almost all the way, and for a second I thought he was going to take his cock out of me, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. It took my breath away when he
slammed his cock back inside me. From this angle, he was so deep I thought he was going to split me in half.
“Oh. My. God,” I stammered. “Dy—Lan!”
“That’s right, baby,” he groaned. “Take it all. You look so fucking sexy like this.”
His words sent me spinning, but it wasn’t just the physical sensations flowing through my body that had me in another world; it was the fact that I was feeling something I’d never felt before.
Intimacy.
I was close to him. I was open and I felt protected. I’d given myself over to him and had never felt more right about anything. He’d claimed me, made me his, and it wasn’t just how good he was making my body feel that had me melting for him.
Something more serious was going on, calling me back to those last days of school when I sat in the classroom looking at him, knowing he was looking at me no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
Was it those feelings that had me running away from him tonight when Margie brought me to his door? Maybe I was just lying to her, and myself, when I told her it was wrong because he was older…because I had once been his student.
Maybe I had been afraid where things might go if I went there…
A surge of worry rushed through me like a splash of cold water as I fully realized what I was feeling.
I can’t be the only one…I thought. All the girls love him.
“Hey,” he said as he leaned down and brought his lips to my ear. “Where are you?”
“What?” I replied.
Can he read minds?
“You were here with me, and then you weren’t. What’s going on?”
“I—I’m just thinking too much,” I groaned.
“Thinking bad things?”
“I wouldn’t say bad…I just—”
“Don’t worry, Emily,” he said firmly. “There’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“I just—I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve done this.”
“So, that’s what you think of me?” he teased. “I’m just that hot guy teacher who gets with all his students after they graduate and show up at his house wearing sexy witch costumes?”
I laughed nervously. “Well, no—”
“Listen to me, Emily,” he said firmly. “I’ve never done this with anyone else before. Stop worrying and come back to me. Can you do that?”
How does he know exactly what to say? I thought. He was still inside me but had stopped moving while he spoke, and I glanced back over my shoulder at his gorgeous face and looked into his eyes and knew he would never lie to me.
“Okay.”
I pushed back on him, took him deeper inside me and reached back and grabbed him by the waist.
“Give it to me, Tiger.”
Dylan’s face lit up and he grinned as he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down and gave me every inch of his dick. I cried out as he bottomed out inside me and let out a deep sigh as I completely and utterly gave myself over to him.
His strokes were long and hard and each one shook me to my very core. He was starting to sweat, and I could smell him even more as his powerful hands held my side and controlled me, made me move the way he wanted me to.
“That’s right, princess,” he purred. “Take all of it.”
“Do I take it well, Mr. Cox?” I asked. I don’t know what came over me, but the words just slid out of my mouth without warning. I mean—only four months ago and this man had been my teacher, and now I was bent over on all fours on his bed getting fucked senseless.
How hot was that?
“You take it so well, Miss Powell,” he replied. I could hear the smile in his voice but my eyes were snapped shut and my face was mashed into the pillow.
Then, just as I thought things couldn’t get any better, I felt his thumb press against my other hole. I hadn’t been expecting it, and the sensation caused me to shudder. My first reaction was to pull away, but his grip was strong and I realized that the longer he held it there, the more I started to like it.
And why shouldn’t I give all of myself over to him? I was his now—maybe I always had been.
He increased the pressure with his thumb and I felt myself open for him. My breath caught and my mouth hung open as he slid inside of me. The feeling was like gasoline being poured on a fire. I lit up and let out a long moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked. He already knew the answer.
“I—” I stammered, finding my voice again. “Yes!”
“I know, princess. I know. And now I want you to come on my cock again.”
Just hearing him say that made me suddenly aware of just how close I was to coming. He was so powerful, so dominant and overwhelming, and I had been so wrapped up in what he was doing to me, that I hadn’t even realized that I was that close, and all it took was one really deep stroke to send me over the edge.
“I’m coming, Dylan!” I cried out.
My dripping little cunt clenched down on his fat dick and I screamed into the pillow as he fingered my ass and drove every single one of his inches into me. My orgasm paralyzed me. All I could do was lie there with my face down and my ass up as my body tensed and twitched in pure bliss.
And then something even more incredible happened.
Dylan’s cock flexed and I felt a hot jet of cum spray into my hole.
“Oh!” I cried out as his warm juice splashed inside of me with tremendous force. Dylan groaned. His hands gripped my hips so tight that it hurt, but that only turned me on even more.
Jet after jet of cum shot out of him and into me. I couldn’t believe it. He’d already come once and now he was doing it again? And it was a monster load. You didn’t have to have had tons of sex to know that.
Dylan let out a final, long groan and then slumped down on top of me, his strong, sweaty chest heaving against my back as the last of his cum poured out of him.
“Holy shit…” he panted.
“I didn’t know you were going to come!” I told him.
“I didn’t know I was either,” he chuckled. “But when I felt your pussy clench down on me…I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.”
I felt some of his warm nectar dripping out of me and smiled.
“That’s so unbelievably hot,” I whispered.
“You’re mine now.”
His words filled me with warmth and pride. I had driven this gorgeous man crazy, just like he’d done to me. I was the reason he’d lost control and come inside me—
“Oh, no…” I said softly as the realization hit me. “Dylan, I’m not on birth control.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured,” he said. I turned and rolled onto my side, making sure he stayed inside me. I looked at him, but I didn’t see a single bit of worry on his face.
“You’re—you’re okay with that?”
“I told you that you were mine, didn’t I?” he asked. “Now it’s official.”
Chapter Twelve
Dr. Cox
“Now it’s official,” I said to her, my smile never wavering. I was beyond sensitive inside her and couldn’t move—not that I wanted to. I wanted to stay right there with her forever.
She’s mine now.
“What’s official?” she asked, knowing damn well what I meant.
“Us, Emily. You and me. I’m not your teacher anymore.”
“But I thought you said you still had a lot to teach me?” she said slyly.
“Oh, I’ve just gotten started with that,” I replied.
I’d made her come but I wasn’t satisfied yet, and I wouldn’t be until I’d blown her mind time and time again. All that time when she’d sat in my classroom, so close yet completely off limits, had been an unbearable crescendo leading up to the climax we’d just shared together.
I was completely under her spell and I wasn’t sure she even knew it yet.
“I—I kind of want to say thank you,” she giggled.
“Thank me?” I laughed. “For what?”
“For giving me the
most incredible first time a girl could ever ask for.”
“It’s what you deserve, princess,” I told her as I caressed her delicate body. She twisted to face me and I slid out of her. We both gasped.
“There’s so much in me,” she laughed as she reached down between her legs. “You’re…quite a man.”
Dylan grinned, making me melt again.
“I—I don’t want to leave,” she said. “But my parents…”
“I know, princess,” I told her. “It’s okay. Want to shower one more time before you go so we can clean off?”
I got up and held my hand out to her. She slowly took it, a cheeky, suspicious look on her face.
“Mr. Cox,” she mewed. “Are you sure you just want to clean off?”
I grinned. She was really opening up now. That shyness she’d been overwhelmed with earlier on was vanishing quickly with every second. I pulled her to her feet, grabbed her by the ass and pulled her against me.
“I had this buddy once,” I told her. “And he wouldn’t fuck his girlfriend in the shower, because as he said, ‘the shower is for getting clean, not dirty.’ I do not agree.”
Before she could reply, I lifted her into my arms and carried her back into the shower and turned the water on. She reached for the soap, but I jokingly slapped her hand away.
“No, princess. Let me.”
I reached for the loofah, coated it in body wash and gave it a squeeze to get the suds going. Then I began to wash her.
Her body was unreal. If she wasn’t pursuing a degree in math, she could have been a model—or even still model on the side if she wanted.
She kept smiling at me as I started at her neck, moved across her shoulders and down her perfect breasts. She stepped closer to me, pressed her slick body against mine as I wrapped my arms around her and washed her back.
“I could do this every morning,” I told her.
“And I would let you,” she whispered. “But only if you let me do it too.”
She opened her hand for the loofah and I gave it to her. With her beautiful eyes on me, she added more soap and began to return the favor.