Page 118 of Your Side of the Offense

"But there are people, Jay." Her eyes flash with an even more intense look at the mention of others.

"I know. Be my good girl and take a seat, babe. Class will start soon," I whisper in her ear, squeezing her short-clad ass, my mind blessing me with a flash of last night when I was in it.

I don't know what this situation is between her and Harv but the rest of us are moving in. And fuck him if he's doing what I think he is doing.

Her eyes glisten, sometimes getting watery when she is turned on or getting railed. I kiss her cheek. My beautiful girl. Then she turns and slides in. There are seven seats in this row. If others come sit next to us, that will be on them. But I am going to give my girl pleasure until she is soaked.

She sits down, a little flustered as she pulls out her notepad and tablet. I pull out my tablet too just for show.

The professor walks in. My arm goes over her shoulder, my hand resting casually before I slide it under her shirt, meeting her bra first and touch her innocently. I lean into her a little. Luckily, in these chairs I can slide to her a little without any discomfort. She inhales sharply as I start running my nails over her skin absently.

"Open the slides, babe. The professor is about to start," I say to her ear.

Her throat bops as her hands tremble over the touchscreen. She finds them and opens them. I kiss next to her ear gently. "Good girl," I praise, and her body gets run through by a shudder.

One girl comes in late just as the professor starts the lecture and she rushes up the stairs and comes to sit at the seat next to the edge. I look over at her with a winged brow and find her looking my way. I smirk before I turn back to my girl. Pervert.

My left hand finds her thighs that are clamped shut. It makes me smile that she is so turned on she is clamping herself shut. I wonder how much she's clenching that beautiful cunt. The mere thought of it drives me almost over the edge as my already rock-hard cock gets harder, squeezing a little more precum from me.

I languidly brush her thighs at first. Just up and down. Less is more and I know she is desperate for what she knows is coming. I am split though now that I see her like this; a part of me wants to just torture her all class long with teases as I make her hornier and hornier, and another part wants me to finger her until she can't hide her moans for everyone to hear.

I like what I like, and I like being watched. I like people looking at me as I get what they can never get, as I do to my girl what they can never do, and they watch what I do to her. While most of the guys are voyeurs and like watching her, I like being watched as I fuck her.

Don't get me wrong, I like watching her too, but I like being watched more. I am not ashamed of her, and we are adults with other adults. As long as nobody sees her pussy then I'm good with them watching her turned on out of her mind as she sits on me and that look – like the one she's giving me now – as she tells me everything with her eyes.

Her desperation, her inaudible moans are the best when she comes.

With that memory, my hand undoes her shorts button. She is putty in my hands as she pretends to concentrate on the tablet then the professor. I am not even worried about what the rest of the class is doing. Fuck all of them.

Reaching into her panties, I have to draw a steadying breath myself when I find her wet and so fucking hot.

"You are so wet. Such a good girl," I whisper directly into her ear.

She bites her lower lip trying to stifle her moan as her body's response to me.

"Focus on the class, Sunshine," I say when she turns to me, and I bite her lobe playfully.

She turns but not before I see her eyes glisten with tears. She blinks rapidly as my two fingers slides in her impossibly hot cunt.

"Fuck. Perfect. Fucking perfect," I praise her and she shudders, clenching around my fingers. I finger her slowly knowing right now she feels everything with ten times the intensity and I don't need to push her hard or rush her.

Besides I don't want her to come quickly. I am not even sure I want her to come. Maybe I just want to keep her in this state of euphoria and heightened awareness.

I finger her slowly, my other hand soothing her back and she leans forward, swallowing hard. Fuck, my girl is beautiful.

"You look like a fucking siren, Sunshine. So fucking sinful. So fucking bad. So fucking sexy."

She clears her throat as she clenches so hard my fingers get trapped by her walls.

I breathe a "Fuck."

She turns her face to me once more and we are nose to nose. Her eyes are shining with tears that won't fall. Then she leans into my ear. "Please make me come, Jay," she begs, her voice so needy, I groan lowly. It makes me feel like a fucking king.

"I like you begging. Tell me how much you want me to make you come. How much?" I whisper back. She leans in and lays her head on the crook of my neck and instead of saying anything she moans an inaudible breathy moan in my ear.

Fucking hell. I halt my torture. She is flipping the script on me.

"This pussy belongs to you, Jay. You feel how it's clenching for you? It needs you. Give it to me, baby."

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