Hidden Skeletons 2 (Dark Wagers)

I closed the gap between us, reaching out to touch her cheek gently. She flinched, but only for a second. She couldn’t help herself, could she? Christine leaned back into me.

“I was always your professor. We just didn’t know it at the time.”

With my finger underneath her chin, I tipped up her face to look into her eyes. Desire danced with terror. Bless her. So sweet. I was going to corrupt that sweetness for sure.

“I don’t think…”

I shut down her concerns by crashing my lips to hers. The kiss intensified quickly, the passion gripped hold of her. I yanked her tight to my chest, holding her possessively to me, snaking my tongue between her lips.

Yeah, bartender or professor, I wasn’t letting her go.

“But, Brandon…”

She pressed her hand to my chest, but I wouldn’t free her. She didn’t want to be freed; she wanted this just as much as I did.

“Christine, don’t fight this. It’s pointless.”

The next time I kissed her, she melted into me fully, succumbing to the intensity of the passion between us. I cupped my hand underneath her ass, lifting her and resting her on the messy desk behind her. Fuck my books, they’re just in the way.

“Oh, Brandon…” she moaned, my name sounding like prayer on her lips.

“Good girl,” I murmured back, stroking her hair gently. Might as well be soft with her now, because I wasn’t planning on being gentle in a moment.

My lips fell off hers, over the exposed skin of her throat, down toward her breasts. With both hands I yanked her shirt apart, popping the buttons hard. One flew across the room, clanging against something with a bang.

Her bra was next. With one expert flick of my fingers, I pinged her white lacy bra apart before roughly shoving it upward.

I needed one of my student’s nipples in my mouth—I could not resist her. I tugged and teased, grazing my teeth over her as she twisted and writhed underneath me, begging for mercy, begging for more.

I nipped at her skin, my teeth all over her torso, driving her wild as I edged ever downward. I could almost taste her already. I needed her cum all over my tongue.

“Stand up,” I growled as I hit my knees to the floor. “Bend over that desk.”

Christine didn’t know whether to be horrified or turned on by this. I glared at her until she accepted just what I needed her to do. Follow my commands and everything would be fine.

But Christine wasn’t about to fully succumb to me as yet. She wanted to hold on to just a tiny bit of the power. Good for her.

With her own smile curling up on her lips, she shook her hips and slid her trousers down. Thank God her panties remained intact though. I wanted to yank those down myself. Then, with her hair flipped over her shoulder and her eyes fixed firmly on me, she placed her palms flat on the desk and poked her ass out in my direction.

Oh, holy shit, she was sexy enough to make me lose my damn mind. How the hell was I going to contain myself with her looking like that.

I unbuckled my trousers and gripped hold of my steel rod as I edged closer to her. I stroked myself, pumping my fist as I finally pinched the lacy material of her underwear with my teeth. Her panties were soaking, her core throbbing for me. She needed me.

Once she’d kicked her panties to the side, I dove my tongue deep inside her from behind, her ass pressing right up against my face, massaging every inch of her I could taste. Feeling the sensation of her cum pooling on my tongue fucking set me alight. I couldn’t contain myself. I knew I was driving myself to the edge; but, my God, she was just too much.

I was obsessed.

I was going to have to hold myself together though—I couldn’t crumble just yet.

As soon as Christine began to shudder, the intensity of desire getting far too much for her, I allowed myself to relax into my own pleasure a little more. She buckled and bolted, her hips almost flying away from me as her little gentle moans became screams of pleasure.

The taboo orgasm that finally trembled all the way through her came at just the right moment. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I rose to my feet and exploded. All over the pink flushed skin of her perfect, pert ass.

I needed to dirty her up, to bring her down to my level.

Clearly, Christine wasn’t expecting this. She squealed with delight as I absolutely covered her. The volcano was never ending, it wouldn’t stop erupting. What a way to finish my first class of the day.

“Oh my God.” Christine raked her hand through her now very messy hair. Yep, I’d done it; I’d corrupted her for the day. “That should not have happened. I can’t believe we just did that. You’re my professor now, Brandon, I should be worried.”