I obey, and that’s all I want. To be
filled with his cock and to obey his every order. They meld together in a potent cocktail of lust.
“And breathe for me, baby. It will feel so much better if you don’t fight me. And you use your safe words if you need to, of course,” Ethan says, sweeping some of my hair back and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Yes,” I say, my breathing ragged. “Use me so good, Ethan. I fucking need it,” I moan.
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He presses the head of his cock to my ass, and Ethan starts to thrust in. I push out against him, I keep breathing, and I follow his every order. Ethan fucks into my ass so deep and I feel fuller than I ever have in my life. He doesn’t pump yet and I get used to the sensation of him stretching and filling me up so completely. I need him so deep inside of me and I’m crying out with so many moans. He’s not even pumping me and I’m going to cum, I swear, my legs are shaking desperately.
“Still good for me, Emmaline?” Ethan asks. I can hear the restraint in his voice. With Ethan fucking his cock so deep into me, I know that it's taking everything not to start thrusting so hard.
And that’s exactly what I want.
“I-I’m going to cum, please fuck me, please,” I whimper.
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little angel,” Ethan says, and I feel his fingers slide into my pussy. “Now that you’re stuffed so full, I’m going to fuck your ass and your pussy. I want you to cum so hard you can’t walk back to your dorm, Emmaline. Don’t hold back.”
I want that…but we’re also in his office. Fuck, if ever there was a way to not get caught, it would be when you’re getting double penetrated by your professor.
But umm his cock is so deep up my ass it could be his arm up to my elbow, and his thick fingers are stuffed in my pussy.
Fuck it.
Strike that…
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“Yes, princess,” Ethan says. His fingers pump furiously into me, and his cock strokes long and hard deep into my ass. He takes long strokes to fuck into my ass but he never fully exits me, and Ethan keeps his fingers deep in me despite how hard and fast he’s pumping, so I’m full to the brim from him fucking me.
I’m mewling out with the full force of my lust surging through me but I swallow every scream the best that I can. I breathe in staccato second after second because of how furiously Ethan is stuffing my pussy and my ass. I need to be able to stay quiet but feel absolutely everything with maximum intensity. I want to not just for the pleasure, but because Ethan told me to do it. I crave being obedient to him.
He keeps fucking me until I hear him grunting, hard, and I know that he’s close to cumming. I’m shattering at the forceful, total claiming and just how totally he’s fucking me and I’m desperate to have all of him.
There’s just one hole left that he hasn’t fucked.
“Cum in my mouth, please,” I beg, shouting it out but hoping it wasn’t too loud. It probably wasn’t because the force of how hard he’s fucking me makes it difficult to make more than what almost amounts to wheezing. I must sound ridiculous, but I don’t give a shit, I just want Ethan to never stop fucking me.
And to cum in my mouth because I want him to own me so completely.
“Yes, ma’am,” Ethan says. His hands grip my shoulders hard and I can tell that he’s holding back the orgasm that’s threatening to explode on me now.
He pulls his cock out slowly, and I gasp loudly at how empty I feel. His fingers slide out of me slowly after, and he turns me around. I love the way he manhandles me, just like what I want, need, and crave. Ethan knows my body better than I do, and his touch does more for my pleasure than my own hands ever could.
Except, perhaps, when my hands are on him. I grip his hips and I jam his cock deep in my mouth, slamming him deep in my throat. I am aching to taste him, and I pump my face up and down on his cock. I look up at him and see the shock and the arousal all over his face. I guess he didn’t expect me to be so intense, but, hey, I want to be Ethan's girlfriend, and what kind of girlfriend would I be if I asked him to cum in my mouth, made him pull out right when he needed to, and then didn’t swallow up that thick, juicy cock as soon as possible? Not a very good one for fucking, that’s what kind. I mean, that would be just inconsiderate. He takes such good care of me, I need to do the same for him.
“Princess, unnhh, damn, yes,” Ethan groans, and I see him bite his lip and I let his head roll back. His hands reach out and gather my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and he pushes my head back and forth with my own movements. He fucks my mouth and I swallow the length of him down my throat. I feel my whole airway blocked and I'm just breathing him in, swallowing the cum that rockets down my throat. I try to swallow, not gag, but it's a little messy. I can hear the wet sound of him fucking into my mouth and the almost gurgling sound of me swallowing every damn drop I can of his cum. There’s so much that I feel it dripping down my chin.
Ethan looks back at me and that look of pleasure overtaking his gorgeous face sets me off, and I’m cumming, hard. I shudder and tremble but I keep sucking Ethan's cock until every last drop is poured down my throat.
I look into his eyes and suck him hard, licking him clean. Then I pull his cock out of my mouth and lean back on my elbows.
Ethan dips down and brings his mouth to my trembling pussy, and the instant his tongue touches me, I’m set off like a fireworks show. His hand presses against my abdomen to increase the pressure, and therefore the pleasure. I’m quaking beneath him. His other hand cradles my head so I’m not flat against the floor of his office, which is nice because I could get a boo-boo and that’s no good. I worked hard to be sex sore and walk funny, but no one needs to smack their head on a hard floor.
When I’m done coming, Ethan kisses my pussy like he does my mouth, and then scoops me into his arms. We kiss deeply, tasting the sweaty, salty, spicy musk our cum, our lust, our fucking…our love.
“Fuck, we need to get dressed,” I say when I break the kiss. I’m caught up in the smell of the moment, but I could turn right back into a pumpkin or something drastic that could ruin my fairy tale right now.
I get up from his lap and bring him his clothes, and then put on my own.