Page 31 of Lessons with the Mothman

Was I…using her face? Fuck, I was. Not roughly, but with gentle nudges that she followedsoeagerly, hungry sucking and soft whimpers wrapped around my cock. And then she shifted, rising up slightly, the hand on my balls disappearing between us. She returned to licking me, gasping to catch her breath, eyes flicking up to glance at me through her lashes.

"A for effort?" she teased, her hand dipping under the hem of her skirt.

I slid one hand free of her hair, grasping around her arm, stopping her from touching herself, staring down at the shadows between us.

I wet my lips, and her eyes tracked the movement. Would she let me kiss her? She wanted to be kissed, but that didn't mean the same thing. I would wait, make hercraveit. "Oh, Miss Dempsey, I think you know what I require for you to get your A."

"I told you I would do whatever it took," she murmured, just a hint of a plea in her voice.

I wanted to take us both down to the floor, strip bare, and slide into her. I wanted to sit on my heels with her spread around my hips and watch her fall over the edge, wetting my cock. I could have that later, when she was ready. For now…

"Face down on my desk, Miss Dempsey."

Victoria's eyes lit up, and I consoled myself with the knowledge that I was getting this right in one way. I could always give my clients what they wanted. Generally, I gave them what they didn't even realize they wanted.

Victoria isn't a client, I reminded myself as she rose on wobbling legs and then turned immediately around, bending and draping herself over the desk, ass high and fiery curls spilling like ink over the far edge. Her skirt was just short enough to offer the scantest glimpse of slick red lips and wisps of bright gold and orange curls. Her breaths were harsh, anticipating, fingers white knuckled around the edge of the desk. I rose from my chair, stepping closer, pausing before my cock could prod at the hem of her skirt.

Her thighs were full, soft, pliable under my grip, a tiny whimper crying as I touched her, stroked up. Her ass was generous, pleated skirt rucking up around my wrists, and then higher, up to her waist and over her back as I revealed her, like raising the curtain on a stage.

"Elias."

It was a whisper, a break in our roles, and her face turned away, hidden by her mass of hair. I swatted at her ass, a bright clap of sound and an appealing bounce of flesh, and she cried out.

"Professor!" she corrected, and then moaned as my thumbs slid down, stroking over the lips of her sex. Her voice choked as I spread her open, a glossy hole, a trickle of arousal. "Oh, god. Please, I—" Her head shook, unable to continue.

I rummaged in the right-hand drawer, pulling out the condoms I'd tucked away.

"Thank you," Victoria whispered as I tore open the packet and sheathed myself.

I grunted an answer. She didn't owe me thanks. This was a selfish act, just as she wanted. She didn't even realize how much.

She was the perfect height.

Victoria lifted her head from the edge of the desk as I poised myself at her entrance, a small, expectant sound rising in her throat. It turned into another whimper as I sleeved myself inher and then a long, low moan, body shuddering as I pressed forward and never stopped.

My own breath was short. The condom may have dulled the feel of her, all her lovely, wet, welcoming flesh, but it couldn't hide her heat, the way she squeezed tighter and tighter with every inch. And there was no hiding the view of her aroused, swollen flesh swallowing me down, my coremata greedily stroking and petting over her ass where a pale imprint of where I'd gripped her marked into her skin.

"A perfect fit. I knew you would be" I breathed, my eyes falling shut. I shook my head and tried to recall my role. "Such a lovely, eager cunt. Exactly what I would expect from my star pupil."

Victoria's laugh was husky and uneven, and I should've expected her retaliation, but I was too busy snuggling my hips to her ass. I liked to be inside a lover, close and deep, liked to wait there until?—

She began to move, and my eyes flashed open. She was up on her elbows now, whining slightly as she rocked back into me, fucking herself on my cock.

"Ohhh, very good, Miss Dempsey," I murmured, wishing I had thought to put a mirror at the other end of the room. "Yes, that's it, that's—" I couldn't finish the thought as she arched her back and rose up onto her toes, taking me deeper, moving into the impact.

"Ahh, yes, yes," she hissed, bouncing herself against me, head bowing forward, rougher and more demanding than the pace I would've set.

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of her waist, and her breath hitched but she didn't stop. "Determined to prove yourself, aren't you?"

She whimpered and nodded.

"You want to be the best?"

"Yes!" she gasped, and the desk shook slightly with the force of her movements. I slid one hand to cup around her hips, to keep her from bruising herself.

"Work harder," I breathed.

And Victoria shook and moaned, arms sagging and body falling back into me, the fur of my skin softening the sound of our collision, a muffled wet slap against my groin.

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