Page 84 of Wicked Little Secret

Coming up behind her, I let her feel how hard I am. The head of my cock runs along the seam of her cunt and she shudders in silent pleading.

“Is your ass sore, Miss Oliver?” I ask huskily.

She nods. Her hands haven’t budged. She’s a good girl, keeping them planted on the desk.

My left hand reaches under her.

She drips for me. Moans for me. Shudders for me as I fondle her greedy little wet pussy.

I kiss the spot behind her ear, then brush my lips against the gentle flesh. “It’s too bad you’re sore. But guess what?” I whisper. “Your pussy will be too once I’m through with you.”

Without warning, I drive my cock all the way inside. Nyssa bucks against me in a wild scream. I grip her by the hair and yank her head back so I can kiss her throat.

She’s tight warmth wrapped around me.

The finest silk encasing my cock.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper against her skin. “My beautiful little whore that’ll do anything for an A, is that right?”

She gasps, taken aback by the crass words.

I’ve begun moving, setting a hard pace from the first thrust. She digs her nails into the wood of my desk and rises up on the tips of her toes as I palm her ass and slide my cock in and out of her.

It wouldn’t be the first time I wasrough.

I’ve gradually broken her in. Tested the waters to see how far I can go. How much she can take.

Nyssa whimpers as she takes my cock and the brutal thrusts I give. But her body—her squelching pussy—betrays her. She clenches me tight, massaging me, kneading me as I dig deep inside her and then retreat to start over again.

Soon she’s riding the wave along with me.

She’s turning her head to meet my lips in a sloppy kiss, our flesh smacking together.

I fuck her and grope her and then wrap my hand around her throat to cut off her whimpers. I’m deep in her pussy as I lick at her jaw and tell her how she’s my naughty little slut who will work for her A in this class. I squeeze her throat and bask in the dazed look that glazes over her beautiful face, like she’s ascended the physical moment. She’s floated into the realm of pleasure, where her orgasm rules.

Her pussy flutters.

I feel her come undone firsthand, her walls spasming. Her body seizes up. She’s locked in my hold as I simply thrust harder, slamming into her soaking cunt and squeezing her slender throat. I give my all until I’m spilling inside her and tiny spots appear before my eyes.

We fold over my desk. We don’t move for what’s a very long time.

Minutes before we come to our senses and rise up as civilized beings again. I cup her face and kiss her lips tenderly, like I didn’t just fuck her roughly like a whore.

But it’s the language we speak. The routine we’ve developed.

Nyssa’s as willing a participant as I am. She likes things wild and untamed. She enjoys the games we’ve begun to play.

“Are you okay?” I ask. My hands reach around to palm her ass. Massage her sore, reddened cheeks.

She nods. “Are you?”

I chuckle. “No,” I answer, brushing her lips with mine. “You drive me insane.”

“That’s the goal.”

She’s smirking, meeting my eyes. A spark lives in them, like she’s aware of a secret I’ll never know. The same kind of confidence I’ve witnessed from the first day in class.

…this girl will truly make me lose my mind.

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