I pet her sex. “It’s crazy, I’ve only had you once, but all I can thing about is getting back inside this pussy.” I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in chemistry and what we’re experiencing is enough to blow up the campus lab.”
She reaches between her legs and widens her lips. “It’s yours, Justin. I’m not interested in having any other man’s cock inside me.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I lick a path along her thigh and her hips lift when I lick her sopping wet clit. Fuck, I love how wet she is for me.
“God, I never knew that could feel so good,” she cries out.
I lift my head, her words crashing through me. “Am I the first man to kiss you here?”
“Yes.”
Her innocence both kills me and fills me with happiness. I love that I’m her first, but goddammit, I want to be her last.
Don’t think about that. Just enjoy tonight.
I bury my face between her legs, and lick her clit, and the fleshy nub grows beneath my tongue and I pull it between my teeth and push a finger inside her. Every sane thought I ever had flies from my head when I taste her.
“Oh, Justin,” she murmurs, writhing on the bed. I release the button and zipper on my pants before I do any permanent damage to my throbbing dick.
She rides my finger, and I brush the hot bundle of nerves inside. “You feel so good.” Her hot juices burns my fingers, and I can’t wait to get my cock inside her. Raw desire sears my insides as I eat at her. I push another finger inside to prepare her, but as soon as I do, she comes around my finger. Fuck, it thrills me at how responsive she is to my touch.
“That’s it, sweetness. Come all over me.” I lick her, taste her hot juice, and revel in the flavor of her. Her tremors subside and I crawl up her body and press my mouth to her. She runs her tongue over my bottom lip to taste herself and my cock throbs.
“Taste good?” she nods. “I guess now you see why I crave you.”
“Can I taste you?” she asks.
I brush my thumb over her lip. “I want my cock in here. I really do. I want to push it down your throat, watch you take me deep. But I won’t last, and right now you need me in here…” I push a finger into her wet cunt.
“Yes, I do,” she whimpers.
I shift and grip her hips. My hands bite into her skin, and I flip her over, and shove a pillow under her hips. Her sweet ass is in the air, on display and it aroused the beast in my. I cup her cheeks, squeeze, then give her a slap. She gasps, and I laugh.
“Now only nineteen to go. If I wasn’t so fucking hard and dying to get inside you, I’d give them to you now.” I pull her ass cheeks apart to expose her tight little hole, all pink and wet and crying for my cock. I go back on the bed, and shove my pants down my legs. As I kick them off, I reach into my nightstand, and grabbed a condom.
“Hurry,” she whispers. “I need you.”
“I need you, too,” I say and realize just how true that is. It’s almost frightening, really. I’ve never felt more alive than when I am with her. She stirs feelings inside me that I never new existed.
Need fuels my blood and my entire body shakes as I position myself at her opening. I giver her an inch, nothing more and she wiggles her sweet ass, trying to get me in deeper. When I don’t budge, she gives a sexually frustrated moan.
“More,” she cries out a new kind of desperation in her voice. “Fuck me, Justin.”
“You need my cock, Violet?”
“Yes, I need it. I think I might die if you don’t take me right now.”
“Is this all for me?” I say and squeeze her ass.
“Everything is yours,” she answers, her voice a low strained whisper full of so much need, it stokes the fire inside me.
“Even here,” I ask, and ease a pinky into her tight backside.
“Oh, God.”
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a yes,” she whimpers, surrendering her body to me. It’s not something I take lightly, and plan to take good care of my sweet Violet. “Anything, everything is yours. Whatever you need.”
“I’m going to fuck you here, claim every hole, every inch of you, just not tonight.” With that, I power forward and bury myself inside her hot, tight sheath. She cries out as I finally fill her, my main goal to give her everything and anything she needs. I pull out and plunge back in again. Mine. Her tight muscles squeeze my cock, and I groan, wanting to stay inside her forever. I pump and fuck her, my mind feeling like I’m hurtling through time and space. No way will tonight sate me. I’ll never be able to get enough of her.
She’s so open to me, welcoming my every hard thrust, it nearly pushes me over the edge. While I want to fill her with my cum, I’m not nearly ready for this to be over.
Her fingers curl in my sheets, her long hair falling across my pillow. As I take her in, watch my cock slide in and out of her, my heart squeezes. I don’t ever want another woman in this bed. Only her. At the moment, I don’t give two fucks about the moral code of conduct. What we’re doing feels too right to be wrong.
“Justin…” she pants, and I feel her muscles swelling, closing around me. “I…I…oh, God.” Her body lets go, her hot juice coating my shaft. “Take off your condom,” she cries out and I still.
“Violet.”
“I don’t want the barrier, I want your cum inside me, every last drop.”
I pull out, rip off the condom and slide back in. Sweet Fuck. I’ve never felt anything quite like it before. “Un-fucking-believable,” I say and seat myself high. I revel in the feel of skin on skin, my cock throbbing as her heat scorches me.
“Yes,” she said. “Fuck me like this.”
I pound into her, and lift her hips to get in deeper.
She gasps. “I’m coming…again.”
She doesn’t have to tell me, I already know. I pound her into the bed, my breath coming in short gasps. My body lets go, and I stay high inside her as I fill her with my seed.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “I feel you.”
I deplete myself, and keep my cock in her so none of my cum spills out. Falling over her back, I pepper her skin with open-mouthed kisses, unable to get enough of her.
“If I had it my way, I’d handcuff you to this bed and keep you here forever,” I whisper against her skin
“I wish we could have it your way,” she whispers. I breathe in the sweet scent of her skin, and lick her neck when I reach it. Fuck, I’ve never experienced such need with any woman. She quivers beneath me.
“What kind of spell do you have me under, Violet?” I ask.
“Are you calling me a witch?”
I laugh against her neck. “A beautiful witch that I can’t keep my hands off.”
“No one has ever called me beautiful before.”
I go still at the vulnerability in her tone. “Then you’ve been with the wrong people.”
I pull out of her and turn her over. Her eyes meet mine and my heart swells with the things I feel for her. Okay, so maybe love at first sight really is a thing. I press my lips to hers, and she wraps her arms around me.
I hold her for a long time, then brush her hair back. “I’ll be right back.” I make a quick trip to the bathroom, warm a cloth and bring it back. I settle myself between her legs, and press the cloth to her sex.
“That feels so good.”
I smile and she returns it. My heart nearly stops at the sweet way she’s looking at me. My God, I’m fucking crazy about her.
“Are you on the pill?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Then why did you—”
She touches my face. “We can’t ever do this again, and I wanted your seed inside me when I went home tonight. Don’t worry though, I’ll go to the drugstore and get a morning after pill.” She glances at the clock. “I should get going. I have a lot of homework for my first day.”
I stand and reach for my clothes. “Okay.” I start to dress, and she stops me.
“You don’t have to.
I can grab a bus.”
Like hell. “And I can drive you.”
“You’re kind of bossy, you know.”
I wink at her, even though my heart is hammering. I hate that we can never do this again. “That’s one of the nicer things people have called me.”
She stands and I groan at the gorgeous sight of her. “Cover up until I get your clothes or we’ll never get out of here.”
She sits on the bed, and pulls a sheet up to cover herself and I hurry to find her clothes, I open the dryer but they’re still wet. Shit. I never turned the dryer on. I’d been too preoccupied to think straight.
I grab the wet clothes and go back to the bedroom. “I’m sorry, I forgot to put the dryer on.”
“That’s okay. I can still wear them.”
“No, just wear mine home. I won’t miss them.”
I’ll only miss you.
She picks my sweatpants and T-shirt up off the floor and pulls them on. We walk quietly to the front door, and darkness falls over us as I lead her to my car. I drive through town, both of us lost in thought, quiet as we make the journey to her place. I finally pull into her dark driveway, and clench when I see the rundown place where she’s living.
“This isn’t a great neighborhood,” I says.
“I’ll be fine.” She reaches for the door handle, but I put my hand over hers to stop her from getting out. “Justin, I’ve been taking care of myself for a very long time.”
I figured as much, but fuck, man, I want to be the one taking care of her. She deserves so much more than this shitty apartment on the wrong side of town. Her gaze flickers to mine then she turns so I can’t see her face.
I can tell she’s embarrassed and trying to mask it, and I don’t want to make this any worse for her. “Let me walk you in.”
“I—”
“Let me walk you in,” I say in a deeper tone so she understands it’s not a question.
“Fine.”
She grabs her key from her bag and wiggles it in the lock. The lock clicks and I push it open. Violet turns the lights on and I steal a glance around her sparse apartment.
“I haven’t really had a chance to make it homey yet,” she says.
“Did you bring things from home?”
She looks down, and I touch her chin and raise it until our eyes meet. “Don’t be shy or embarrassed with me, Violet. Please.”
“I didn’t really have much to bring. This came furnished, barely, but it has everything I need.”
“What time are your classes tomorrow?”
“I have a lab in the afternoon.”
“You’ll be home in the morning?”
“Yes, why?”
“No reason.” I drop a soft kiss onto her mouth. “G’night, Violet. Make sure you get your reading done for Wednesday’s class. You wouldn’t want the teacher to keep you after school and give him the opportunity to bend you over his desk and administer those twenty spankings he still owes you.”
6
Violet
I’m in bed reading over my notes when the door rings. It’s only ten in the morning, who the heck could be at my door? No one knows I live here, other than Justin, and I can’t imagine he’d be the one calling.
Still dressed in his big sweatpants and T-shirt, I hurry from my bed and rush to the door. I think there is some small part of me hoping it’s him, even though I know we can’t be together. I open the door and a big burly man with a clipboard is standing there.
“Miss Sampson?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He turns. “Bring it on in, boys.”
I look past his shoulder to see a big delivery truck. “I didn’t order anything.”
Two men haul a sofa off the truck and start carrying it in, and that’s when reality hits.
Justin.
Oh, my God. I can’t let him buy me furniture. I hate that he felt he needed to. I stand back as they carry it through the door. “Where to?” one of the men ask.
“Ah, right there.” I point to a spot in the small living area. They drop the sofa, and head outdoors. I’m about to shut the door when they haul a mattress off and bring it in. Good God, how many things did he order?
I go inside and scurry around to make room for things and by the time the men leave, I have a beautifully furnished apartment. Hands on my hips, I glance around. No one has ever bought me such nice things before. I can’t accept them, but have no idea how to send them back. I need to talk to Justin about this, need to make it clear we’re through. No way will I do anything to jeopardize the man’s career. His father is the dean. How bad would this be for all of us?
I take a quick shower and look into my closet, but then decide it’s best to wear the big baggy clothes he sent me home in. If I look a mess and baggy, it will help Justin. I don’t want to wear anything to tempt him, and in these clothes he’s less likely to want to touch me, I think.
I pull my hair back, and tie it in a ponytail, then hurry to the bus stop. An hour later, I’m standing outside Justin’s office on campus, my hand poised to knock. I take a deep breath, and rap on the door, not even sure if he’s inside.
“Come in,” I hear him say and a flutter goes through me at the sound.
I open the door and when our gazes meet and I see the instant heat in his my entire body flushes.
“Violet,” he says quietly, his voice so low and controlled it instantly turns me on. “Please, shut the door behind you.” I hold the knob, too afraid of being alone with him. Too afraid of my needs and what I might do. “Now,” he says.
The command in his voice has me moving. I shut the door and he gestures for the chair across from him. I sit, and he stares at me for a moment. “Everything okay?”
“No, not really.”
Genuine worry darkens his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“I am, but I have a brand new furnished apartment.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“You shouldn’t have done that. I don’t need that much.”
“I wanted you to have it, Violet.”
“I can’t let you—”
“You can and you will.” He stands, crosses the room and a shiver races down my spine when he sets the lock.
“Now stand up, and bend over my desk.”
Oh. My God.
“Justin—”
“It’s not a suggestion, Violet.” He steps behind my and his closeness messes with my brain. “You can’t come here, looking so fucking sexy in my clothes, and not expect me to react.”
“I didn’t think you’d be tempted if I wore something baggy.”
A growl crawls out of his throat. “Seeing you in my clothes is the sexiest thing ever.” He touches the T-shirt, but I need you out of them. Across the desk, now.”
I shouldn’t listen. I should run the other way, but the want in my is so strong I find myself standing, and laying over his desk, my breasts pressed into the hard mahogany.
He rubs my backside through the sweatpants. “You know I should spank that sweet ass of your for coming to my office looking so hot.”
His hand tangles in my hair, and he tugs. I whimper. “Such a bad, bad, girl.” He lets my hair go and grips the band on the sweats. A quick tug and they’re wrapped around my ankles. A low slow whistle curls around me, as he steps back to admire me. I should feel vulnerable, exposed, but not with Justin. I feel sexy, wanted…desired.
He pulls his hand back and gives me a light slap, then another and another. I cry out from pain and pleasure, and wiggle my backside wanting more.
“I think maybe, on some unconscious level, you wore these clothes on purpose, to entice me.”
“I…” Oh, God, he could very well be right. But I can’t mull it over, not when he’s sliding his hand between my legs. He kicks my feet apart, and I stretch the pants at my ankles as they spread.
“So fucking sexy,” he says. He pushes against my ass, and I feel his hard cock. “Hands above your head,” he orders. “And don’t even think about moving them
when I take you right here, bent over my desk.”
I lift my arms, excitement coiling through me. This scenario is right out of the fantasy I had after learning Justin was my professor.
He inserts a finger into my tight sex, and I rock. “Don’t move, Violet. Or I’ll spank you again.”
While I like the idea of that, I’m too desperate to feel his cock, so I obey.
“That’s a good girl.” He wiggles his finger, and I moisten. “You’re very wet for a girl who only came here to tell me she couldn’t accept my gift. I’m really am beginning to believe you had other motives.”
“Such as?” I ask, wanting to hear him talk dirty to me.
“I think maybe my needy little girl came here, wanting a big cock in her cunt.”
“Ohmigod.”
He chuckles and pushes another finger inside. It slides easily since I’m so damn wet. The sound of his zipper opening burns through me, and I vibrate around his fingers. He curses under his breath, and finger fucks me harder. I’m so turned on, so close to orgasming, I whimper.
“You want to come, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Not yet, okay.”
He pulls his fingers out and I whimper, but it turns to a moan when he spreads my ass, and drives so deep into my pussy, my womb clenches.
“I love your cock,” I say. “I love the way you fuck me.”
My words seem to do something to him. He leans over me, grips my shoulders for leverage, and pounds like a man in search of more than just an orgasm. I do nothing but lay there, taking each and every punishing thrust he’s offering. My pussy swells around his shaft, and I take deep gulping breaths as he rides my pussy.
“More,” I say. “Fuck me hard, Justin.”
“Jesus Christ,” he says and pulls almost all the way out, only to stab back into me, a thrust so hard and powerful, I climax around his hard cock. My hot juices drip over him, and he groans, holds my shoulders and spurts his seed inside me. I clench, not wanting a drop to spill. My God, if we’re going to continue to do this, I need to get on birth control.
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