With that, I stalked right up to her.
“Tell me right now you’re not thinking about how good it would feel to have my dick deep inside your pussy.”
Neither of us touched, but I saw the look in her eye. I could feel her body as if I was already within her.
“We can’t.”
There was a moan to her lips as if she didn’t like her own answer.
Without thinking, I touched her. I cupped her face, and those lips … so fuckable. I just couldn’t do it anymore, and I took the kiss I’d been wanting since I saw her standing there in shorts and a shirt.
She looked so sexy, but now I realized it didn’t matter what she wore. She drove me insane with need.
Moving her back against my desk, I took her lips beneath mine, tasting her, sucking on her lip before plunging my tongue into her mouth. She cupped my arms, and the moment she did, I was lost.
Running my hand down from her face, I held her tit, feeling it nestle against my palm. She let out a little gasp, her head tilting back, and I kissed down to her neck, right next to her pulse.
I should report this to the principal, but I couldn’t feel it was wrong.
I knew it was every kind of wrong, but she was eighteen, consenting, and I just couldn’t stop.
I didn’t want to stop.
No words or pleas left her mouth, and as I spun her around, I worked on the button of her jeans.
“You know if you wore a skirt, this would be so much easier.” I pushed her jeans down and cupped her pussy.
“I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Neither do I, but right now, I can’t stop. Tell me to stop, Mona.”
Chapter Four
Mona
How could I tell him to stop when I was loving everything that he did to me? There was no way I wanted him to stop but instead, to keep on going. He felt so good and made me feel so alive. His hand cupped my pussy, a finger sliding down between my slit, going deep inside me, fucking me.
He brought his finger up and started to tease my clit.
“You know, sneaking out on me wasn’t a lot of fun. I intended to eat this pussy out for breakfast and then fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Oh, baby, we’re doing this. There’s no doubt in my mind that we’re doing this.”
This is dirty.
It’s naughty.
Neither of us should be doing this, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I wanted him to fuck me, to make me feel the same way he did on Friday night.
“Baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He moved me so that my hands were pressed flat to the table, and he angled my ass. I heard him moving around and then felt the hard, bulbous tip of his erection as it grazed against my pussy.
I moaned as he slid the head through my slit, bumping against my clit before moving toward my entrance.
“I want to fuck you so damn bad.” He gripped my hip and then slammed in so deep that I couldn’t help but cry out from the invasion of him.
I was so full, and he didn’t give me a chance to become accustomed to him.
He pulled out, only to slide back inside, hitting a spot within me that made me moan. I couldn’t help it. I wanted him. I needed him, and it was the best feeling I’d ever experienced. I’d never felt anything like this.
The pleasure was out of this world it was so good.
“I’ve been dreaming about this pussy.” He pulled out until only the tip remained and his fingers started to tease through my slit.
I gasped at the sudden hit of pleasure, which was so unexpected, and yet, it felt so good. Everything he was doing to me was amazing.
I was close to the edge.
He knew how to touch me to make me feel on fire with need.
Elijah didn’t let up. He teased me, stroked me, built that beautiful peak up until there was nothing left.
I wanted him so much, and I couldn’t handle it. The pleasure was out of this world. I was on fire with need, burning hotter than ever before.
And as I came, he let me have it. His cock slid in deep, and it felt completely different. The way he was driving me crazy, the feel of him, it was like I was milking his cock for more.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Such a pretty pussy, baby.”
The moment my orgasm started to subside, he was there, driving deep inside me, fucking me harder with every second that passed, and I lapped it up. Gripping the edge of the desk, I cried out as he slapped my ass.
The burning was intense, but it only enhanced my need for him, to feel him come apart.