Page 28 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

My sexy fucking secret.

Mine.

My Lily.

My good girl.

My pure girl, wrapped around my cock.

I roll my hips, forcing myself to ease back. I drag my length out an inch at a time, but it’s not possible to go slowly enough, carefully enough.

She cries out again, a sound perilously close tono, and I freeze with my cock still halfway in her body.

“Shhh,” I croon. I want her to tell me it’s good, but I know it’s not.

“It’s too much.” Her voice catches.

“I know.”

She whimpers and tries to wrap her legs tighter around me, but that moves me inside her, and a tear rolls down her cheek.

I brace myself on my arms and lean in, kissing the tear away. “Don’t move. Just take a minute and breathe. Let me make you feel good.”

“You can’t.”

“I can.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Shhh. Just listen to your body.”

“My body is a lying bitch.”

I grin. “I’ll hold still and kiss you, and you find where it feels good.”

“Nowhere.”

I laugh.

“Don’t laugh!”

“You wanted this.” I lick from one corner of her bottom lip to the other, and on the way back, she sighs and shifts against me.

I lick deeper into her mouth, and she moves again.

She might make me come like this, her tiny movements on the head of my cock, and that’s fine. Even if she makes me come, I can still keep fucking her. As tight as she is, I’ll never lose my erection. Fine by me. I never want to leave her perfect pussy.

When she rolls her hips in a regular pattern, I shift my weight to one arm and use the other hand to touch her all over. I stroke her breasts, then her side. I squeeze her hip, curving around to her ass and letting my fingers drift between her cheeks. I rub against the nerve endings there just enough to light a new path of pleasure for her to discover.

She grinds faster against me, and I shift to the other side, squeezing her breast harder this time, then sliding my hand between us. I cover her belly, where I’ll plant my seed, and then lower so my thumb can rub against her clit with each roll of our bodies.

It’s a beautiful, slow start, but suddenly she’s flying, discovering what her body can do, and she cries out my name.

“Sebastian…” It’s music to my ears. Permission, too, and I take over. Matching the rhythm she set, I move in shallow little pulses, finally fucking her.

My cock drags in and out of her virgin pussy, and she loves it.

“It feels good,” she gasps. “Thank God.”

“I wasn’t worried.”

“You’re too old to remember,” she mutters.

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