Trapped With My Teacher

I lean back just far enough to grin, mischief sparking in my eyes. “You want me, Professor Lakewood?” I arch my hips, press his cock closer toward the entrance of my pussy.

White-hot desire flares in his gaze. “Fuck yes, Corina.”

“Then take me, Professor.” I spread my legs, keep one wrapped around his waist.

He takes advantage of that and grabs me with both hands. Flips us over until I’m pinned beneath him on the couch, and his body weight sinks against me, a heavy, welcome pressure that only increases my desire. I wrap both legs around his waist now, and arch up against him. We both moan aloud as he slides his cock along my slit, back to front, slowly, and then back again, coating himself in my juices. I am so wet I can’t stand it. I groan and reach down to wrap my fist around his cock, stroking him.

He smirks and catches my mouth in another kiss, this one hard and fast. He nips my lower lip as we break apart. “Hungry for me, Corina?”

“Always,” I whisper.

That smirk widens. He positions the tip of his cock at my entrance, toys with me, little tiny thrusts against my pussy that aren’t enough to thrust inside. Not yet. “You want this? You want my hard cock?”

“Fuck yes, Tony. I want you to fuck me. I’m yours.”

“That’s right.” He locks eyes with me, and I cannot get enough of the hunger in them, the fire as he slowly leans down and presses his cock inside me, an inch at a time, stretching my walls wider. “You’re mine, Corina. And I’m yours. We belong like this.” When he’s fully inside me, he pauses a moment, letting me adjust to his size, and I squeeze my pussy, savoring the feeling of having his cock buried in me, filling me in a way I’ve never felt filled before.

Feeling like I belong. Feeling satisfied. Right. “Tony…”

“Corina.” He stills for a moment, completely inside me. He brushes a hair back from my forehead. I reach up to cup his cheek. “I’m falling for you,” he breathes.

I lean up, close the distance between us. With our lips an inch apart, I whisper, “I’m falling for you too…” His lips press into mine, soft and sweet. When he pulls back, it’s slow, so slow, and he thrusts back in to meet me again, both of us gasping with pleasure.

This time, we don’t go hard and fast. Not yet. We take our time. Savor it, feel every inch of each other. My hands roam across his back, his chest, his washboard abs, along his biceps. His hands trail across my breasts, circle and tease my nipples, before he runs them down my sides to my waist, my hips, my thighs. “You are so fucking glorious,” he murmurs between kisses. “I could study your body for hours…”

He draws one hand in between us to stroke my clit gently, toying with me until I’m moaning into his mouth, and then he fucks me a little faster, harder. My hips buck, and he grins down at me. “Come for me, Corina. Please…”

My head falls back against the couch as I near my climax. He keeps stroking, keeps fucking me in that steady, slow rhythm, even as his finger moves faster, circles my clit, teases and toys with me. He increases the pressure, and a faint cry escapes me, my pussy clenching around his cock at the same time.

“I love the way you come,” he says, eyes locked on mine, savoring the moment.

I’m still twisting beneath him, so close now my whole body is trembling on the brink of release.

“You look so fucking gorgeous when you lose control.”

I lock eyes with him. Let myself fall, over the edge, into the orgasm. He strokes me harder, thrusts into me again and again, adds his thumb along my clit, and suddenly, my whole body shakes. I cry out, breathless, as I come. Fire fills my whole body—I don’t even remember being cold anymore, not with him heating me like this. My pussy clenches hard around him, spasms, and that sets him off. He grabs my hips with both hands, thrusts into me faster, faster.

I’m still sensitive from the orgasm. When he grabs my hips and pulls my ass and thighs up off the couch around his waist, angles himself down into me so that the head of his cock strokes along my G-spot with each thrust, I start gasping again, nearing the edge once more.

He’s lost in his own pleasure now, a wild animal with lust in his eyes as he gazes at me, thrusting into me over and over.

I look down to savor the sight of his thick cock pounding into me, wet with my juices. His abs contract as he pumps against me, and I reach up to grab his shoulders, pull his face down toward mine just as he nears his own climax. The feeling of the swollen head of his cock is too much for me. I cry out with my second orgasm, and my pussy clenches hard around him. He comes then, with a guttural growl, and clutches me tight against him.