coming so hard I can barely hold myself upright as the blissful waves rock through me.
When my body stops shuddering, I open my eyes and watch as Reagan keeps one hand stroking my cock while the other collects the cum in some tissues she grabbed off my desk. I just had one helluva orgasm, and no one will be able to tell, except for her.
I would never guess she has a deceitful bone in her body; but if she’s willing to provide me with sexual favors for a better grade, maybe I’m wrong. Will she report me afterwards? Tell the other students? She easily could end my career in just a few words and I didn’t even put up a fight. I let her big, caramel eyes and perfect pouty lips pull me into what’s likely my own demise.
I’m such a fucking nutless idiot when it comes to this woman, and she hasn’t even begun to realize the enormous weight of influence she has over me. Everything I’ve worked for, all the years of classes and research to reach my position and I’m ready to throw it out the window for a crazy ass weakness. No, I can’t just let her take me down without a fight if she does, in fact, have ulterior motives. I have to be smart while I indulge in this…fascination I have with her. What I need is leverage to protect myself from the absolute worst-case scenario.
Stepping back from her reach, I tuck my dick away in my pants, angry that I can’t blindly trust her and that she may not be as sweet and innocent as the girl I’ve obsessed over for so damn long.
The perfect solution to make sure this…deal between us never leaves the room hits me like a bolt of lightning. Before I talk myself out of it, I move back between Reagan’s legs and kiss her so eager and desperately that she’ll let me do anything I want to her body. And there it is. She may very well have a weakness for me too because it only takes seconds for her arms to go around me, pulling me closer while our tongues tangle.
Hands on her waist, I pull her to her feet before reaching for the hem of another one of her long, tempting as sin dresses and raise it up her legs, over her hips. I keep tugging until I’m able to lift the whole thing over her head, leaving her standing in front of my used and battered wooden desk in nothing but a pair of purple lace panties, no bra, looking like a fucking goddess. Jesus, her body is even more beautiful than I imagined.
“You’re stunning,” I tell her while dipping a finger into the front waistband of her panties and jerking them down her legs. “Sit on the desk,” I command, unable to help but wonder just how much she’ll hate me for what I’m about to do. Will she forgive me? If I’m right, she’ll be angry but quickly get over it. But if I’m wrong, and she’s not out to bring me to my knees, she’ll be hurt, upset by me taking advantage of her. If so, she’ll have to trust me just like I’m trying to trust her not to screw me over.
Once Reagan eases her bare bottom back up on the desk, I resume my place between her spread thighs to kiss her. Knowing this may be the only time she ever lets me touch her after what I plan to do, I intend to feel every inch of her skin, starting with filling both of my hands with her perky tits, squeezing them, making her moan into my mouth. I keep kissing her as I trail one hand down her stomach, then both palms up her thighs, spreading them for me wider until they come to the juncture. When I brush my thumb over her clit for the first time she gasps and startles in surprise. I keep rubbing her nub until Reagan breaks our kiss when her head falls back, eyes closed, lips parted. Holding on to my shoulders, she lifts her hips, seeking more contact with my hand. Knowing what she needs, I dip a finger through her wet folds. I have to cover her lips with mine to drown out her cries when I start to penetrate her with the tip. Her tight, silky walls squeeze my index finger, and she’s so aroused that her pleasure gushes out, coating my desk. It’s so fucking
When my body stops shuddering, I open my eyes and watch as Reagan keeps one hand stroking my cock while the other collects the cum in some tissues she grabbed off my desk. I just had one helluva orgasm, and no one will be able to tell, except for her.
I would never guess she has a deceitful bone in her body; but if she’s willing to provide me with sexual favors for a better grade, maybe I’m wrong. Will she report me afterwards? Tell the other students? She easily could end my career in just a few words and I didn’t even put up a fight. I let her big, caramel eyes and perfect pouty lips pull me into what’s likely my own demise.
I’m such a fucking nutless idiot when it comes to this woman, and she hasn’t even begun to realize the enormous weight of influence she has over me. Everything I’ve worked for, all the years of classes and research to reach my position and I’m ready to throw it out the window for a crazy ass weakness. No, I can’t just let her take me down without a fight if she does, in fact, have ulterior motives. I have to be smart while I indulge in this…fascination I have with her. What I need is leverage to protect myself from the absolute worst-case scenario.
Stepping back from her reach, I tuck my dick away in my pants, angry that I can’t blindly trust her and that she may not be as sweet and innocent as the girl I’ve obsessed over for so damn long.
The perfect solution to make sure this…deal between us never leaves the room hits me like a bolt of lightning. Before I talk myself out of it, I move back between Reagan’s legs and kiss her so eager and desperately that she’ll let me do anything I want to her body. And there it is. She may very well have a weakness for me too because it only takes seconds for her arms to go around me, pulling me closer while our tongues tangle.
Hands on her waist, I pull her to her feet before reaching for the hem of another one of her long, tempting as sin dresses and raise it up her legs, over her hips. I keep tugging until I’m able to lift the whole thing over her head, leaving her standing in front of my used and battered wooden desk in nothing but a pair of purple lace panties, no bra, looking like a fucking goddess. Jesus, her body is even more beautiful than I imagined.
“You’re stunning,” I tell her while dipping a finger into the front waistband of her panties and jerking them down her legs. “Sit on the desk,” I command, unable to help but wonder just how much she’ll hate me for what I’m about to do. Will she forgive me? If I’m right, she’ll be angry but quickly get over it. But if I’m wrong, and she’s not out to bring me to my knees, she’ll be hurt, upset by me taking advantage of her. If so, she’ll have to trust me just like I’m trying to trust her not to screw me over.
Once Reagan eases her bare bottom back up on the desk, I resume my place between her spread thighs to kiss her. Knowing this may be the only time she ever lets me touch her after what I plan to do, I intend to feel every inch of her skin, starting with filling both of my hands with her perky tits, squeezing them, making her moan into my mouth. I keep kissing her as I trail one hand down her stomach, then both palms up her thighs, spreading them for me wider until they come to the juncture. When I brush my thumb over her clit for the first time she gasps and startles in surprise. I keep rubbing her nub until Reagan breaks our kiss when her head falls back, eyes closed, lips parted. Holding on to my shoulders, she lifts her hips, seeking more contact with my hand. Knowing what she needs, I dip a finger through her wet folds. I have to cover her lips with mine to drown out her cries when I start to penetrate her with the tip. Her tight, silky walls squeeze my index finger, and she’s so aroused that her pleasure gushes out, coating my desk. It’s so fucking
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