Page 7 of Auctioned to the Professor

Thinking about her slipping her hand furtively under her panties and between her thighs makes me almost feral. I take her hand and move it to her pussy, move her finger in small circles around her swollen nub.

“Your mouth feels better, Professor,” she tells me in a ragged voice. After a few deep breaths, she smiles, her face suddenly mischievous. “I want you to keep licking me, but do you want to watch me play with myself?”

She shakes her hand out of my grip and clumsily rubs her palm up and down between her thighs. “I could never make myself feel as good as you do, Professor, but do you like to watch me do this?”

I’m dumbfounded and more turned on than I’ve ever been. While I watch her finger her pussy, I unzip my pants and take my cock out. She freezes, her eyes locked on my thick, pulsing shaft.

“Oh my gosh, is that what you’re going to—”

“I’m going to make you feel good. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“But it’s so big and—”

I interrupt her with a laugh. “And you’ve never had a cock inside you. Never ever been fucked.”

She shakes her head. “No, you know I’m a virgin. No one’s ever done the things you’re doing. I’ve never…”

Her hand stills and she reaches for me. I groan when she wraps her hand around my smooth steel, her palm slick.

“God damn, Faye.”

Her eyes are locked on her hand. moving slowly up and down, then she sweeps her thumb over my dripping tip, both of our breathing increasing.

“Am I doing a good job?” she asks, licking her lips.

A vision of her wrapping her mouth around my cock almost makes me black out. This isn’t my first time, far from it. So why is she so completely keeping me on the verge of losing control?

“So good I might come all over your pretty little tits if you keep going,” I say. “And I intend to come inside you, so…”

I take her hand and move it away, then push my fingers into her tight cunt, taking her breath away. I press deeper, stretching her channel, making her ready for me.

She wriggles against me, panting, as I stroke her clit while I move my fingers in and out. Soon she falls back against the pillows, moaning.

“I’m ready, Professor. I’m so ready.”

“Not until you come, little girl. Not until I make you scream.”

I keep working her clit, watching her face, her body, enjoying every second of the sweet torment I’m inflicting on her. Even though it’s killing me, I could keep playing with her for hours if that’s what it takes, but I know she’s almost there.

The next sweep of my thumb across her swollen, slick nub and she jerks under my hand, a scream ripping from her throat. Her hands grip the bedspread beneath her and her body rocks against my fingers. By the time her body stills under my touch, I realize I’m not breathing and I draw in a harsh breath.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, unable to tear my eyes away from her. “So damn gorgeous when you come.”

“Then make me do it again,” she gasps, too weak to turn her head and look at me.

“So you think you’re ready to take my big cock in your tiny little hole?” I ask, pulling her legs around me.

She looks at me then, both eagerness and worry in her eyes. “I- I think so.”

“I told you not to worry, didn’t I?” I tease her clit with the tip of my cock. “I said I was going to make my little girl feel good, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did,” she sighs. “So good. Oh, hurry and fuck me now, Professor.”

The sound of her sweet voice begging me is the final straw. It takes every last ounce of willpower not to ram inside her hard and deep, but I manage to ease halfway into her tight heat.

And her slippery cunt is so very tight and so very hot. I’m growling like a mad dog as I push deeper, desperate not to break my promise. As good as she feels, I want to hear her cry out with pleasure again, not pain.

As I’m easing my way in, she grabs my shoulders and pulls me close, locking her legs around me. In the next second, I’m home, sunk deep inside Faye’s body.

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