Page 61 of Tenure

“I need younow,” she says. “Please.”

I swallow, hand running over the flared handle pressed against her cheeks.

“Please,” she says. She’s looking at me over her shoulder, face in profile, just like the first time I met her, when she walked out of the classroom.

I was a goner from the beginning.

I grip the handle of the toy and push it into her a little before I withdraw it most of the way, watching her throw her head back in ecstasy. I could watch this all day, just push this little toy in and out of her ass until she physically couldn’t stand it anymore, but my weeping cock is screaming against my fly and all I want is to be inside her, so I push it all the way back in and leave it.

I undo my fly and shove my jeans down, kicking them off, and then dropping my boxers to my knees before gripping the base of my cock and pushing it against her wet slit, swirling the tip of my dick all over her pussy.

“Oh, god, it hurts,” she says, “I’m so sore, James . . . it hurts so fucking good . . .”

“I know, baby,” I say in her ear, reaching for her hands and weaving our fingers together. “I’ll go slow.”

I push myself into her and fight not to come as I slide into her sopping pussy, drenched for me like always, just fuckingdripping.I grunt as I disappear inside her cunt, inch by inch, the pressure from the plug moving around in her ass from all her frantic muscle spasming pushing me to the edge.And I’m not even all the way in yet . . .

“How does that feel baby?”

“I feel so fucking FULL,” she moans, squeezing my hands. “Oh my GOD . . .”

“Good, baby . . . I want you to feel good.”

I gently push into her the rest of the way, the pressure of my abdomen pushing the plug deeper into her ass, and she grunts like a fucking whore making my cock kick so hard inside her that her fingers start to flex involuntarily to the rhythm of it.

I try to keep it together but the slick heat drowning my dick is too much.

“I’m not gonna last like this,” I say. “I’m too worked up.”

She turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder again, her expression nervous and sweet.

“James?”

“Mm?”

“I want you to come in my ass.”

I still, holding my breath, muscles tense, trying not to blow my load inside her cunt while she’s telling me exactly what she wants.

“We should maybe . . . work up to that,” I choke out.

“No,” she says, staring at me, resting her chin on her shoulder. “I want your cock in my ass. Ineedyour cock in my ass.”

I fucking love you. I love you.

I say, “Okay,” instead.

I slide myself out of her, my dick bouncing against my lower belly, and I reach down for the plug again, twisting it gently as I pull it out.

I toss it on her sweatpants and then spread her cheeks open, her little hole puckered and ready, pink and begging for it.

“I need to get your ass nice and wet, baby.”

“Please,” is all she says.

I reach between her legs and amflooredby how much she’s dripping for me.This won’t be hard . . .I slide a palmful of her arousal up her crack and smear it all over her ass, and then grip my cock which is still drenched—still coated in her—and press the tip to her asshole.

“Kiernan,” I say gently. “You say stop, we stop. Okay?”

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