Page 76 of Bad for Me

My tits pressed into her back, and I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, her breathing heavy.

She was just as excited as I was, and every fiber within me wanted nothing more than to know how wet she was between her legs for me. It was clouding my thoughts; I couldn’t even focus today, wondering if she had listened to me and kept her hands off of herself.

My thoughts of her were becoming possessive, and it drove me crazy even thinking about her wringing an orgasm from her own body. I wanted to watch her come…watch her fall apart underneath my touch.

I ground my hips into her lush ass cheeks, resting my head against her shoulder. She was slightly taller than I was, but it didn’t keep me from owning her body in this moment.

“Did you touch yourself this weekend? Or were you a good girl for me, Mary?”

She took a sharp intake of breath, her face turned to the side, and I nipped at her neck just as she replied, in a whisper, “No.”

“No…no, what?”

“No, Coach, I didn’t touch my pussy.”

I closed my eyes, relishing her answer, in her submission to my orders. That was exactly the answer I wanted to hear, and she should be rewarded.

My good girl…doing just as she was told.

I was cupping her ass now, squeezing and plucking it while she arched her back to give me better access.

I lifted her cheer skirt, baring her round cheeks to me, wrapped in a silk red thong.

Fuck me.

I stared at the vision before me, and hitched a finger under the thin fabric, pulling it to one side with my free hand. I had both wrists in my left hand, high above her head, and she whimpered as I exposed her swollen sex.

Dropping to my knees, I had her pussy spread apart with my index and middle finger, her pink folds glistening and ready. I wanted to taste her; I wanted her to come all over my tongue until her knees buckled.

I wasted no time, knowing that someone—anyone—could bust through those doors at any moment, catching me eating my student’s sweet cunt.

I flattened my tongue and dragged it from her swollen bud to her tight asshole and fuck if she didn’t taste like salted fucking caramel. I laved her again, and her hips bucked.

“Is that where you like to be licked? Your tight asshole or your tight little bud?”

She moaned in response but didn’t give me an answer, and I wrapped my tongue around her swollen clit, pulling it into my mouth and sucking.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s right, baby, take your pleasure because you waited…you waited for me to service your pussy like a good girl.”

I fucked my hand now, my jeans unzipped and my fingers working inside. I sucked her inner lips and flicked the ball of nerves with the tip of my tongue, garnishing another moan from her. She was soaking my face, but I didn’t care—I just wanted her orgasms for myself, something I could wank to later.

I slid my tongue through her folds and found her hot center, pushing inside until she was crying out. I wiggled inside of her, finding the ridged button inside her front wall with the underside of my tongue. She was whimpering and begging me now, and as I swept another lick over her clit, she dropped to her knees. I hooked my arm around her waist, holding her up, and resting my cheek on her back.

“Your clit then? Your hole and then your clit.”

She was nodding in urgency now, her legs quaking. She wasn’t lying. She wished for this orgasm just as much as I was. She was shaking like a fiend for a fix, and I’d give her just that.

I find her hot cunt again with my fingers this time, and she bucked back against my hand as I pushed two eager fingers inside.

“Oh, fuck! Don’t stop…please…I need…I need to…”

“Come? You want to come for me, baby? You can…I want you to…”

I kept two fingers inside of her, hooking my fingers so they rubbed the back wall of her womb. I reached down with my other hand, the one wrapped around her waist and found her aching clit, adding a soft pressure and slow, small circles.

“I’m… I’m com?—”

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