Page 36 of Bait

I know my filthy talk drives her wild, and I know commanding her and being in control like that sends her over the edge.

“You wanna be my little cum-slut, baby girl?”

Anastasiagroans, her whole body rippling in pleasure as she whimpers her desire, nodding her head eagerly.

“Yes!Oh fuck, Oliver! Fuck me!”

Her fingers slide through my hair, gripping me tightly as she rides me harder, and wilder, her sweet tits against my mouth and that tight body bouncing up and down on me. I can feel her start to tense up as she sinks down on me even harder, and when her breath catches and her pussy clamps down around me, I know she’s about to come,again.

…And so am I.

I groan, gripping her tight and slamming her down on me as I thrust my hips up, sinking my cock as deep as I can fucking get in her pretty little cunt. And just like that, she comes.

Anastasia cries out, her pussy rippling up and down my length, milking the cum from my balls. I roar, crushing my mouth to hers as the cum pulses out of my cock, spraying the walls of her pussy as I pump rope after rope of my cum deep inside of her. She kisses me fiercely, gasping into my mouth as her body slows on top of me, before she slumps against me, panting.

“Holyshit,” she murmurs, kissing my chest before she gingerly slides off of me. She rolls onto her back, giggling as she clamps her legs together.

“You want to keep me there, don’t you?”

She blushes as her eyes dart to mine, and she grins shyly as she nods.

“I like feeling your cum on me, and in me, when I go sit in someone else’s class,” she murmurs almost bashfully.

I grin as I pluck her panties from the pile of our clothes on the floor and slip them over her feet and up her legs. I pull them tight against her pussy, watching the little pink thong darken with her cum and mine.

“When’s your next class?”

She rolls her eyes. “Who cares.”

I arch a stern brow at her and she giggles.

“I’m kidding, jeez,” she laughs, play slapping me. She knows that one of my rules is that shehas togo to class. I guess there’s the fucked-up scope of my moral compass: fucking one of my eighteen-year-old high school students,at school, nonetheless, is fine. So long as she doesn’t skip class.

Hey, we’ve all got boundaries somewhere right?

“Ten minutes, actually. Shakespearean Lit.”

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”

Ana snorts, arching a brow at me. “You know that’s Charles Dickens, fromA Tale of Two Cities, not Shakespeare, right?”

“Right, yeah.”

She giggles, pulling her skirt back on and clasping it. She looks around, frowns, and then looks back at me.

“Where’s my bra?”

I grin, pulling it out from behind me and dangling it. “Oh, this?”

“Yeah,that,” she blushes. “Idohave to get to class, you know. And don’t you have office hours soon?”

“Your point?”

She rolls her eyes. “If you think I’m okay with you giving office hours withoutpantson, you’re mistaken, mister.”

I grin, standing in my nakedness and pulling her into me.

“Sounds a little possessive.”

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