by Madison Faye
… I know she’s ready to be truly taken.
I kiss her fiercely as I pull back, sliding my glistening, throbbing cock out from her eager little pussy before I push right back in. She moans, crying out and clinging to me as her legs tighten. I do it again, sliding out and then right back in, burying myself to the hilt as she squeals in pleasure.
“There we go,” I growl, sliding out and back in, making her gasp as she takes every inch of me. I thrust in harder, and she cries out as I bury myself to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck that’s so, so good,” she coos, panting and trembling as she lets her head fall back. I grunt, my hands sliding to her hips and her ass, yanking her against me as I start to thrust harder and move faster. My swollen cock stretches her little cunt around it, her pink lips clinging to me so eagerly as I plunge in and out of her.
My hips crash against her thighs, and her nipples drag over my chest like two little pink points as we rock together faster, and harder. Any semblance of control starts to shatter, and before I know it, I’m lost in it all. I start to move faster and more wantonly, fucking her harder as our bodies writhe together. I know nothing but her and the slick heavenly heat between her thighs. I hear nothing but her soft, sweet moans, urging me on.
I can feel her pussy clinging to me even tighter, rippling up and down my shaft as she moans fall in quick, panted little whimpers and squeals. I bury my face in her neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin there as I rut into her like a beast—like a man possessed. I fuck her hard against my desk, both of us panting and moaning as we crash together again and again.
I let one thumb drift down from her hip over her belly, and then lower, and when I start to roll it over her clit as I fuck her, Ana starts to come undone.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her aching, soft little cries fill the room, along with the vulgar and lewd sound of my big cock plunging into her slick, dripping wet pussy and my heavy, cum-swollen balls slapping her ass.
“Oliver—”
“You wanna come for me, baby girl? That it? You want to learn what it feels like to come all over a man’s cock? Give me that come, baby. Let me feel this sweet little teen pussy come all over my big fat cock.”
She explodes.
It’s sudden, and all-consuming, and when she does, it’s like a bomb going off. Ana cries out into my lips, clinging to me so tightly as her whole body goes rigid and then shudders and trembles in release. She moans wildly, kissing me feverishly as she comes over and over, flooding my cock with her honey as I groan into her neck.
7
Anastasia
I know it’s wrong. I know if someone were to find us like this, they’d ruin his career and put a scarlet letter on my back forever. But I can’t stop, because I just want more, even if he’s already given me so much.
Well, and taken. Like my virginity.
I blush crimson, and there’s this rushing sensation—like adrenaline, or Christmas morning, or a whole bunch of things—teasing its way through me. I’ve just given my virginity to Oliver Bard, and the thrill of that will never stop buzzing through me.
There’s a soreness between my legs, but it’s so good too. It’s so real. It’s like a reminder from him—like Oliver’s marked me as his. That and the hickies and bites on my neck I can feel even if I can’t see them. They’re all toe-curling and pulse-quickening little reminders of what we’ve done.
I blush as I kiss his chest, curled in his arms with my legs spread around his in his chair.
I wish he’d come inside of me.
He didn’t come at all, but I wish he had. And the naughtiness of wishing he’d come in me is this teasing little false burning inside of me. I want to feel him in me, as part of me, even when he’s not. I want to feel him filling me when we come together. I swallow heatedly, kissing his skin and letting my nails rake over his muscled, inked arms. I’m still wet, and when I grind my pussy against his thick, hard cock, I moan softly into his skin.
“Greedy girl,” Oliver purrs, his hand stroking my bare skin.
I blush deeper.
“I can’t help it.”
“Good,” he growls. “Don’t. Because I’m not done with you by a damn mile. Come here.”
I gasp as he stands, easily lifting and cradling me in his arms and holding me close to him as he turns and moves for the door to his office. A lot of the classrooms in the older buildings on campus, like this one, have that—a classroom with a private office attached.
Oliver storms through the door to his, kicking it shut behind him as he moves for the desk. I gasp as he sweeps the desk clean, sending papers and files folders and pens scattering across the floor before she sets me down on it and growls as he kisses me hungrily and deeply. He pushes me back across the big wooden desk, and when his big hands find my knees and push my legs up high and wide, I moan as I feel him step between them.
My skirt falls around my waist, and I see the fire in his eyes as his gaze teases over me, down between my legs where his eyes narrow at my pink, dripping wet, no-longer-virgin pussy.
“Mine,” he growls softly, and it’s so tender and yet so possessive at the same time that I whimper as he moves in. He grips the backs of my knees tight, pushing my legs back as he eases his swollen cock against my little pussy. His eyes sweep over me to meet mine, and he holds hat fierce gaze as he slowly pushes into me. I cry out, moaning in pleasure as his big dick fills me up with one powerful stroke, taking the breath from my lungs and sending pleasure rippling through me.
He slides out and then thrusts right back in, hard. I moan wildly as he does it again, a groan of savage lust on his lips as he thrusts deeply into me. Our eyes lock, and the growl rumbles from his lips as he starts to thrust harder, that big, thick cock of his stretching me so good and filling me to the absolute hilt.
And it feels so fucking good.
Him taking control, and just taking me, and rutting into me like this is like flicking a switch. It felt amazing before, out in the classroom where he took my virginity, but this?
This is something else entirely, and I want it all.
I cry out, clawing at his desk and throwing my head back as Professor Bard thrusts into me, fucking me hard a deep.
“Don’t hold back!” I gasp out, whimpering in pleasure as his muscled body thrusts against mine.
He grins wickedly, his blue eyes blazing. “You’re not ready for me to not hold back, little girl,” he groans.
I moan, biting my lip as a ripple of forbidden pleasure teases through me.
“Try me.”
“No,” he growls, his jaw tight and his eyes wild. He’s fucking me hard, but I know he’s not giving me everything. I know he’s holding a little back, and I don’t want him to.
With him, I want it all, and I’m ready to play every card I have to get it. I give him a hard, sassy, bratty look, fire roaring inside of me and blazing through my eyes.
“What are you, a pussy?”
Oliver growls savagely, fire in his eyes.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?” I whimper innocently.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“What, telling you to fuck me like a man?”
That spark blazes in his eyes, and I grin as I see the control fall away from him.
“That what you want, little girl?” he snarls, both of us groaning as he sinks his big cock deep in my tight, dripping wet pussy.
“You want me to fuck you like a man, huh? You wanna know what it feels like to get well and truly fucked like a good little fuckdoll?”
I almost come on the spot, his filthy, crude words lighting a freaking forest fire inside of me as I whimper and nod, feeling his hands tighten on me and his thrusts get even harder.
“You gonna talk to me about it or actually—oh fuck!”
I squeal as Oliver pulls out of me, and without warning, flips me over face down across his desk with my legs hanging off the edge. I can almost touch the floor with my toes, but not quiet, which l
eaves me feeling so open and delightfully helpless and exposed for him. Oliver grunts as he yanks my skirt up over my bare ass. His hand comes down with a sharp smack, spanking my ass as I yelp in pleasure. He does it again, harder, making me squeal and clench my legs together as the pleasure burns hotly through my core.
He growls as he grabs my legs and yanks them apart, sliding between them and lining his fat cock up with my tight little pussy. I tremble as I feel him tease his swollen crown up and down my slit, making me whimper as I feel the barely contained power in his touch.
“This what you want?”
“Ye—oh God!”
Oliver plunges in with one thrust, filling me to the hilt and taking my breath away as I’m suddenly impaled on his big cock. His hands grab my ass tightly as he pulls back, spanking me again as he ruts right back in. He sinks into me again and again, making me squeal in pleasure as he fucks me hard and deep.
“This what you wanted, you bad little girl?” he growls, thrusting into me and making me cry out in pleasure. “You want me to fuck you like a dirty little brat? Like my little fuck toy?”
His hand slides up my back and teases into my hair, grabbing a fist full of it and yanking as I gasp and then moan in pleasure. He grunts as he thrusts into me, giving me every inch of his big cock as he pulls my hair enough to make my head spin with raw lust. His palm comes down, spanking my ass red and making me squeal as he fucks me again and again, until suddenly, I’m coming.
I cry out, the moans dripping from my lips as his thick cock and his hands on me shove me right over the edge. I moan loudly against the big wooded desk, trembling and whimpering as he fucks me right through my climax, making me come again and again until I’m seeing stars.
His hand tugs at my hair, his other one spanks my ass, and his balls slap my clit with every deep, powerful thrust. And it’s so. Fucking. Good. It feels primal, elemental. It’s raw, pure sex, and it’s everything I wanted with him.
Oliver’s hand lingers on my ass after another spank, and when his thumb slips down between my cheeks to rest against my tight little asshole, I whimper at the forbidden, illicit pleasure that tingles through me.
“Oh God…”
“You want me to fuck your little high school pussy until you come on my big adult cock? You want to be a bad little girl and fucking come on your professor’s cock?”
I cry out, loving every second of it as he thrusts into me, fucking me hard and fast and making me come again just as his filthy words ripple through my senses. The world and everything I’m feeling starts to blur together—heat roaring through me and across my skin as I writhe under him, feeling him utterly claim me.
His thumb teases my ass, his hand tugs at my hair, and when he pumps that big cock so deep inside, it’s the last that I can take. I cry out as the explosive climax washes over me, slamming into me and carrying me away as I just keep moaning for him. I can feel his thick cock swelling even bigger inside of me, and his thrusts get harder, and deeper, until he’s an animal fucking the shit out of me against the desk. I come again, and this time, I feel him groan as he thrusts deep. His cock swells, and suddenly, he’s crashing over that edge with me.
With a roar, Oliver thrusts deep, and when his cock begins to throb and twitch, I follow him over for on last climax. And then, I feel him come. Hot, thick jets of his cum pump deep inside of me, spurting against my womb as he roars and holds me tight, keeping himself deep inside as we both come over and over until we finally come to a stuttering halt.
I’m panting, and trembling, and barely conscious as Oliver slowly slides out of me, and I whimper as I feel some of his hot cum drip out of my freshly fucked pussy. I just lay there, panting, trembling, and trying to process the insanely good sex I’ve just experienced.
“Come here, little one,” he purrs, scooping me gently into his arms and carrying me over to the small couch in his office. He sits with me cradled in his lap, kissing the top of my head as I kiss his chest and snuggle in close.
“Ana, that… if I went too far, I’m—”
“Don’t,” I say quietly, raising my head up to grin lazily at him as I bite my lip. “Don’t apologize,” I whisper.
He grins. “No?”
“Uh-uh,” I moan, kissing him passionately.
“Don’t ever apologize for doing that to me. “
He chuckles. “Good, I won’t.”
“Just don’t stop doing whatever the hell that was to me,” I groan, my whole body so deliciously sore. I turn my head, kissing him softly, before I pull away and swivel my head towards the clock on the wall.
Oh shit.
“It’s almost two in the morning?!” I gasp, almost jumping from his lap.
“I need to sleep!”
I turn to him, seeing the grin on his face as he raises a brow. One hand comes up, stroking my cheek gently with his thick knuckle.
“What?” I whisper, blushing at the intensity of his gaze.
“I don’t live far.”
My blush deepens, and before I know it, I’m melting into him and kissing him slow and deep.
“I—if I don’t check in to the dorm by two, there’ll be trouble.”
His brows arch high. “Two?”
I laugh. “Before this year, it was a ten o’clock curfew. Seniors get two a.m. though if they’ve been on campus. Like, studying or something.”
Oliver whistles, shaking his head and stroking his jaw.
“This place needs to lighten up.”
I grin. “You should mention your teaching methods at the next faculty meeting. I mean, I feel lightened up after fucking my teacher.”
He grins, his eyes sparking with fire as he shakes his head at me. “You’re a brat.”
“I know.”
I kiss him, sinking into him and snuggling close as he holds me. This time, it’s him that looks at the clock.
“Come on, I’ll walk you back.”
“Is that—”
“A good idea?” He chuckles, shaking his head before he drags his eyes to mine. “Probably not, but I don’t care, and I’m going to anyways.” He leans in, kissing me slow and softly, like this Hollywood kiss that I feel in my damn toes.
8
Anastasia
“Where the fuck were you?”
I wince, my hands pausing as they unbutton my blouse at the sound of Kempton’s voice. There’s a bitchy tone to my roommate’s voice, but in fairness it is 2:15 in the morning.
…And yet, I’m wide, freaking, awake.
I’m buzzing, actually, with the lingering sensations, and touches, and kisses from Oliver still rippling through my body and tingling across my skin. He’s just walked me back across campus to my dorm, and it feels like I’ve been walking on air. We kept a distance, obviously, as it wouldn’t have exactly gone over well if anyone had crossed paths with us to see the high school senior with her legs wrapped around her government professor’s waist and her tongue down his throat.
But, even still, we walked side-by-side, with knuckles touching, which was just enough to send shivers down my spine the entire walk back to my dorm. It was just enough touch to leave me aching for more, even with how many times he made me come tonight.
As it was, we ended up tumbling into the shadows of a pine tree around the corner from the front entrance to my dorm—me with my back against the wall of the building, moaning into Oliver’s mouth as he kissed me fiercely. I ended up being five minutes late to check-in, but with a professor there to sign me in and assure the front desk guard that I was helping him with office hours, I sailed on through.
…I’m not sure the guard would have shrugged so casually if he knew I wasn’t wearing panties under my uniform. Or that the scarf around my neck was there to hide very incriminating bruises. Or that it was the cum of the very professor who’d just signed me in that was dripping lewdly down my thigh as I desperately clasped my legs together.
“See you in class, Ms. Penworth,” Oliver had growled lowly, his eyes saying everything his lip
s and his hands couldn’t now that we were standing in my dorm entryway.
“See you in class,” I’d whispered back, heat blooming through me.
And then, he was gone, leaving me aching for more of his touch, and giddy with everything that’d happened.
“Ana,” Kempton hisses, grumbling as she twists under the sheets of her bed. “Where the fuck were you?”
Kempton is… prissy. I’m not going to lie, we’re all rich kids here at Winchester Academy. We’re all a little spoiled. But Kempton is the embodiment of it. Daughter of a billionaire CEO with his eye on a US Senate seat, heiress to her mother’s family’s oil fortune—you get the idea. She’s not a bad person, and we might not be best friends, but we’re appropriately friendly for being roommates. Plus, we’re on the varsity cheer squad together. But she can be, well, cold. Maybe a little bitchy.
“Detention.”
I hear her pause in her rustlings, and I take the moment to finish taking my shirt and bra off, slipping on a t-shirt before I drop my skirt and tug on some sleep shorts. I know I should shower—I mean, I can literally feel Professor Bard’s cum dripping down my thigh and already making a mess of my shorts.
But a dark, pulsing, wicked thought burns through my head, and I bite my lip as the grin spreads across my face in the darkness.
…Except, I don’t want to shower him off of me. Not yet. I want to keep him there, on my skin and in my pussy. I want the scent of him and the feel of him with me when I fall asleep.
“Wait, Professor Bard’s midnight detention? How the fuck did you pull that?” Kempton mutters.
“It was this dumb thing,” I say off-handedly as I step into our ensuite bathroom to brush my teeth. “He said I was out of line, and boom, detention.”
…I neglect to mention that I was very out of line, and purposefully so. I also neglect to mention leaving my lingerie in his drawer.