by Alex Wolf
He crawled up behind her, and she didn’t move an inch. He wasn’t even sure if she was breathing.
“What do we have here, Miss Monroe?” He leaned over, his mouth inches from her pussy, and exhaled warm breath over it.
He watched the goosebumps pebble across her ass and up the back of her arms. All he had to do was breathe on her and he could make her shiver.
“My pussy, sir. As requested.”
He lifted himself up and sat on his knees behind her, taking in every square inch of her body. His hand hovered millimeters from her pussy, and he could feel the heat radiating from it. He lightly grazed her slit with one finger and she shuddered at his touch.
Teasing her was almost as good as fucking her would be.
“What makes you think I should shove my cock into this?” He gripped her pussy, plunging his thumb inside, and massaged her clit hard with his fingers.
Her eyes closed, and she gulped, trying to remain still for him.
“Please, I want it,” she whispered on a moan.
He pulled his hand from her and quickly smacked her on the ass.
Crack!
The sound echoed off the walls.
He leaned down near her ear while he gripped her ass in the palm of his hand. “Beg for it.”
He reached beneath her and grabbed one of her breasts, then tweaked her nipple. He rolled it back and forth between his thumb and index finger.
“P-please, Jesus. Please fuck me, professor.”
“Is that what you really want?”
“God, yes, please.”
He shoved two fingers deep inside her, and she gasped. “Making sure it’s hot and wet before I stretch this cunt with my cock. Understand?”
She nodded and bit down on her lip. He smacked her ass again, simply because he could, and because he wanted to watch his pink handprint bounce against him in a few moments.
He gripped her by the hair, pulled his boxer briefs down, and yanked her head back, then lined up his cock with her entrance. He teased the head of his thick prick around her pussy and groaned.
“I can’t wait to watch this cock disappear in this little pussy.” He inched inside her, all the while staring down at it. “Fucking hell, that’s nice.”
He pulled back out, then eased it in again, just to watch it over and over.
“Stop teasing me. Fuck.”
He slapped his cock up against her clit and rubbed it back and forth. “You’re like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you? Can’t get this cock soon enough.”
“God, you’re so filthy.”
His hand tightened in her hair, and he yanked her head up to his mouth. “You’ll know filthy when I fuck you so hard you feel it next week.”
He smashed her head down into one of his pillows and rammed to the hilt.
She sucked in a huge gulp of air, and then belted out a moan. “Holy fuck.”
Euphoria flooded his body. He couldn’t remember ever having such a rush come over his senses, and his whole body tingled. A warmth washed over him, like opium or heroin. He’d just tapped into his drug of choice, and now he only wanted more and more.
He gripped her by both her hips and started a punishing pace. She was so petite, and her slick cunt clenched around him with each thrust.
“Oh my God, Grant. You feel so good. Right there. Fuck.”
He leaned over her back and clamped a hand over her mouth. “You talk too much when you should be sitting there getting fucked like a good little whore.”
She bit down on one of his fingers, hard enough to draw a fleck of blood. Grant loved the pain. He loved every second of what he was doing, this little game they played. She was his, to do whatever he wanted with, and my God, would she do anything.
It was insane, her showing up at his house, unannounced. Crawling to him on the floor. Who was this woman, and where had she been all his life?
He was dangerously close to blowing his load already, but he couldn’t stop. They were freight trains heading right at one another. He reached underneath them and stroked her clit with his fingers.
“Want to come on my dick, you little slut?”
She nodded, furiously.
“Yeah, you do. Tell me you love this cock in your pussy.”
“I love it. Fuck.” She paused and tried to catch her breath.
With each word, he shoved into her harder, trying to fuck any thoughts right out of her mind.
“I love your cock in my pussy.”
He sped up everything—the pace, how hard he was pounding into her, his fingers on her clit.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Fuck.” She drew out the syllable.
He dug his fingers into her hip with his free hand, hard enough to remind her she hadn’t answered his question.
“It’s your p-p-pussy.”
Smacking sounds of wet colliding thighs and hips rang out through the room, and he’d begun fucking her so hard that her words vibrated like she was being shaken.
“Goddamn right it is. Now come on my cock.”
She clamped down on him immediately, and he rode out wave after wave of her orgasm, buried as deep inside of her as he could push. Her hands shot out to her sides, and the sheets bunched up in her fingers as she clawed at them.
He crashed his chest down into her lower back, completely flattening her on the bed. He kept his cock buried balls deep and her legs pressed together. It was so fucking snug and tight he thought he might pass out.
Grant started to fuck her harder than he’d ever fucked anyone in his life. His whole mind went blank, and all he could hear were moans and screams that sounded in a tunnel a mile away. He was so focused on how tight and wet her hot cunt was wrapped around his cock the whole world faded.
Every ounce of tension in his body funneled down through his balls and rose up his shaft. Fuzzy stars danced in his vision, and he thought he might pass out he was so overwhelmed.
His cock finally kicked, and he released. Every neuron fired through his lower back and ripped up his spine, and hot waves of come jetted into the depths of Kristen’s pussy.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing himself farther into her, as deep as he could go, until the pressure was unbearable. Multiple waves rolled through his body as he groaned and shuddered on top of her.
After a few moments, the haziness cleared in his brain, and the world focused in front of his eyes. He’d been like a caveman, nothing more than an animal. Primal instincts had taken over.
Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, and both of their bodies were coated in a fine, shimmering sheen of perspiration.
“Holy shit.” He leaned back and slipped out of her pussy.
For a moment, he could only sit there and stare at her body. He watched his hot load trickle out of her and down the inside of her thigh.
He couldn’t help but smile and feel a great satisfaction. He’d marked what was his.
Chapter Sixteen
What’d been a few fun encounters had turned into three times a week. Every time they ran into each other they fucked. No matter where they were. She was impossible to resist. He loved how willing she was to submit to him, and he loved her defiance. At times it was in his car, sometimes at his house. After they’d nearly been caught, he knew school wasn’t safe, but he couldn’t help it. It was the rush. It did something for him.
In addition to the mind-blowing sex, Grant was on his phone with Kristen all the time. They texted constantly. Whenever she wasn’t in class and he was free, they were messaging back and forth, asking how the other one was doing and whether they were having a good day. He smiled constantly. For the first time in years, Grant felt he had a genuine connection to someone and like she truly cared about him.
He’d make her submit in the bedroom, but he couldn’t help but feel he was the one without power. Grant had submitted to her on a personal level. What he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. She owned him as much as he owned her.
It didn’t chang
e the fact that he felt like a monster at night. And every time he found himself alone in his bed, he thought of every reason possible why he should end the whole thing.
His feelings would be strong, his resolution firm—until he saw her again.
There was a loud knock on his door. He jumped from his chair and walked over. Kristen hadn’t texted him to say she was coming over, and he rarely had any other visitors, with the exception of Hank a while back.
It was her. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you text first?”
She stood below the threshold, a long coat covering her body. She walked into the house with a wry smile and grabbed the front of her jacket. When she opened it up, she wore nothing but lacy lingerie.
“I know it’s cliché, but I’ve always wanted to do it.” She made a huge show of batting her eyelashes at him. “What do you think, professor?”
He shook his head slowly, staring down at her body and the lace hugging her curves.
“Fucking perfect.” He yanked her against his instantly hard cock.
She gripped him in her palm, and he groaned. “I need this inside me. Now.”
His lips smashed into hers, and his tongue licked and sucked, claiming anything it wanted. He slid his hand down the front of her flat, toned stomach to her panties.
She moaned as he lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around him and pulling her close. His hand gripped her ass, and his fingers dug in.
“Take me to your bedroom, sir.”
Crack!
He smacked her on the ass, and her eyes rolled back, then darted back to his.
Within seconds, he had her bent over his bed while he stood behind her. He shoved her up onto the bed and climbed up. They were both on their knees, his hands on her hips.
He yanked her panties down over her ass, like a child ripping open a Christmas present. His finger roamed down to the top of her stockings, and he slipped a finger in. He pulled on the elastic and let it pop her on the thigh.
She let out a moan of approval.
He rose up, leaned back, and stared at her perfect ass. “Sit still, and keep your ass where I can see it.”
He stood from the bed and walked over to a drawer.
Kristen’s hand slid up beneath her stomach, and her fingers swirled around her clit. “Hurry, I need you.”
“Keep your hand off my pussy.”
“What if I don’t? Will you punish me?” She slipped two fingers in and pushed herself back and forth on them.
“I warned you.” He snagged two pairs of handcuffs from the drawer and walked over with them hidden behind his back. Her eyes were closed when he got to her, and he stood with his cock a few inches from her face.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Her eyes popped open when she realized he was next to her, and she lunged out with her mouth open.
Fuck, this woman!
Anytime his cock was near, she tried to devour it.
He gripped her forcefully by the arm, halting her inches from his dick. She stared, and then her tongue came out and licked his head. He quickly shoved her away but still kept his grip on her arm. His hand slid to her wrist, and he set a pair of the cuffs in front of her face, then slapped the other onto her.
“Holy fuck.” She gasped.
He quickly cuffed her to the post on the bed. “Should’ve behaved.”
Her other hand quickly went to her pussy, and she stared at him in defiance.
He shook his head at her. “My little troublemaker.” He gripped her by the cheeks and forced her mouth into the O he loved to fuck so much.
“I’m pretending my fingers are your cock.” Her words came out jumbled as he gripped her mouth harder.
“How’s that working out for you?”
She shook her head. “They don’t even come close.”
He leaned down next to her ear. “They never will.”
Grant yanked her other hand away from her pussy and pinned it hard against the bed. He cuffed her to the other post, until she was bent over, ass in the air, just the way he liked her.
Her head was cocked back, watching him as he walked away.
“Keep that cunt in the air where I can see it.”
She arched her back, completely naked other than the stockings that clung to her thighs. He paused for a moment and stared at her shaved, pink pussy and her tight ass that sat right above.
He reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.
Kristen’s eyes widened. “What’s that?”
Grant stalked back over toward the bed with a devilish smirk plastered to his face. “You’ve been naughty. Arriving at my house unannounced. Tempting me.” He climbed up behind her where she couldn’t see him. “With this tight little ass and hot cunt.” He dropped the bottle of lube behind her on the bed and ran his hand over her rear and down to her pussy. He massaged her gently, her wetness already coating his hand.
He slid two fingers around her clit, and her whole body relaxed. Her ass pushed back against his palm, practically begging for him to feel it.
He slid two fingers inside, back and forth, and she squeezed around them.
She was already close, just the way he liked her. He slipped them out and ran them all along her puckered asshole. He’d yet to play with her ass and felt today was the perfect day to do it.
Her legs tightened, and her back went stiff. He’d gotten close to it in the past, and she’d yet to be able to relax.
Using her wetness, he smeared it around the rim of her asshole, applying just enough pressure for her to think he might shove his fingers into her at any moment.
He knew it wouldn’t work. He’d never shove two fingers into her ass dry. It’d be far too painful, and he didn’t want to ruin the experience for her. But this was psychological. She had to worry he might do it.
“Wh-what are you doing?” She tensed up even more.
“What do you think I’m doing? Smearing your pussy all over your asshole so I can lick it out.”
“Holy fu—” Her words ended on a gasp.
He leaned back and spread her wide with his hands. “Fuck me, will you look at that right there?” He removed his pants, his cock harder than it’d ever been at the sight of Kristen’s asshole shimmering in the light from the window.
He fisted his cock and moved up as though he might fuck her from behind. The head teased beneath her, coating itself in her pussy. He thrust back and forth across her slick folds, lubing his cock more and more as she moaned against the headboard.
She was so wet it dripped down her inner thighs, all the way to her stockings. He grabbed each leg, shoved them together around his cock, and fucked between her thighs and her hot cunt. Then he spread her ass once more and slid his cock up between her ass cheeks.
“Oh my God, you are a dirty boy.” The cuffs clanged against the bed posts, as if she’d tried to yank her hands back to him.
“A fine meal requires preparation.”
He lowered himself down to her ass and could already smell her essence everywhere. He dipped his tongue lightly and teased the tip of it around the ridges.
Her legs shuddered, and the headboard shook against the wall when she jolted at the possible intrusion. Her ass shifted forward, away from his face.
His jaw tensed, and his strong hands gripped around her thighs. “Don’t fucking move again.” A smile curled up on his lips, and he repeated what he’d just done. Her legs stiffened against his fingertips once more, but not as much this time.
She was adjusting to the feeling of his tongue against her ass, and it wouldn’t be long now before he was able to take what he wanted.
A few minutes later, she was moaning out her pleasure as his tongue plunged against her tight hole, and his fingers fucked her tight cunt right underneath.
“I’m. So. Fucking. Close.”
“Not yet.”
She gasped her frustration.
He leaned back and grabbed the bottle of lube, then squeezed a generous amount to coat his thumb
, all the while he kept his index and middle finger deep inside.
“Do you want to come on my fingers?”
Her body shook as if she were nodding furiously, and he loved how much he owned every inch of it.
His fingers plowed into her, and she bucked her hips back up against him. He teased his thumb around the rim, then gently pressed it into her ass.
“Holy. Fuck.”
He pressed his thumb in farther, until it was fully submerged. She continued to shove her ass back onto his fingers, even with his thumb now drilling into her too.
“Come.”
Her back arched, and both of her holes squeezed around his fingers.
“Oh my God. Grant—” She seized up and convulsed.
Her thighs shuddered, and her whole body trembled. The rattling sounds of the cuffs on the wood spread through the room, and the whole bed shook.
“Oh, fuck me, that looks nice right there.” He shoved his fingers in even harder, applying as much pressure as possible as she rode out her orgasm on his hand.
A few moments later, she relaxed. Her chest collapsed into the bed, and her cheek pressed against the mattress while she panted, completely spent.
He slid two fingers out of her pussy but left his thumb inside of her. Then he squeezed the bottle of lube onto his fingers and replaced his thumb with them.
“Oh my God, that feels amazing.”
“Just stay relaxed.”
“Not a fucking problem.” She lay there underneath him, completely in bliss, as he lubed the depths of her ass and stretched her farther.
He moved up to position himself and shoved his cock into her pussy. Her back arched as he fucked into her, and her hands tightened around the headboard.
Grant’s head angled up to the ceiling, and he groaned, the way he always did when he was inside of Kristen. Euphoria ripped through his veins, and he focused on every sensation of how she felt—how hot and wet she was for him, the tiny sensations when she’d clench and squeeze. When he was inside of her, he never wanted to be anywhere else.
But today was different. He stared down and watched his cock piston in and out of her, while his fingers probed her ass.
His cock was definitely slick from her cunt. He wasn’t taking any chances, though. He grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed it onto him as he pushed in and out of her.
