Page 32 of Lessons with the Mothman

"That's it, very good," I said, more as a throwaway for her obedience, a slip of the tongue. Victoria whined and shivered right down to her core, fluttering around me. My eyebrows rose and I licked my lips, watching her. "What a pretty little cunt, taking me so well."

She clenched, stiffened, and then doubled her efforts.

"Oh, yes, Miss Dempsey, I like when you squeeze me tight. Such a good little slut for her grade," I murmured, marveling as she nearly collapsed with a sob of pleasure.

"Please," she whispered, so faint I almost didn't hear the word.

I reached my hand at her hip down to her sex, and she tensed until I spoke again. "So wonderfully wet, just the way I like."

And like magic, she was lost again, moaning and thrashing, fucking herself on my cock, fuckingmewith a desperation that made me want to gather her up in my arms.

And I would one day. When she was ready. For now…

"Perfect wet, tight cunt. What an eager little slut, working so hard for me. Fuck, Miss Dempsey, you are exactly what I needed today."

Victoria's cries were soft, begging, a tender contrast to the hunger of her body. She was so open, revealing secrets—secretneeds.

"Yes, I needed your mouth and your tongue, but most of all I needed this pussy, all snug and slick and clutching on my cock…"

I poured filth out for her, bending slowly over her body until she could barely move, whispering the words into her ear. I brushed her hair back over her shoulder, found her eyes wild and searching, and then they squeezed shut, blocking me out. She was fluttering and then frowning, dragged toward climax and then spooking herself away again.

I knew what she needed.

I clasped my hand over the back of her neck, and she gasped, eyes flashing over me—a skittish creature glancing back in my direction. I rose up, bracing against her, pinning her in place, rewarded with a tight clench around my length. She was so close, and so confused, and so frightened of herself.

"You take me so well, but now it's time to earn your A," I purred, the sound ragged.

"Yes," she sighed out, body relaxing into surrender.

I rarely fucked for my own relief. It came, easily enough, but only when I'd satisfied my partner. It was notselfishof me to hold Victoria to the desk and fuck her hard, not when what I wanted was to torture her slowly for hours, watching her flash closer to the edge and back again, over and over, until her body could no longer withstand the battle.

My hips clapped against her ass, snapping in a quick, rough, greedy rhythm she would recognize. She relaxed, eyes going soft, hips lifting to take me, and I grunted in appreciation.

My own preferences aside, she was delicious and Iwasclose.

I would give her what she wanted.

"Fuck yes. Oh, you good little slut, perfect cunt, yes, take it?—"

She moaned, suddenly languid, arching into me, and I came with a snarl, not stopping, not slowing, only pushing harder against her, pressing her into the desk, growling my release into her ear and purging myself into the condom. She hummed, a faint shuddering around my cock, but remained limp over thedesk as the release caught up to me and my body faltered, my grip easing.

"How did I do, Professor?"

I leaned forward, resting my head against her back, catching my breath. "A plus Miss Dempsey," I said.But you'll do better next time.

CHAPTER 12

Victoria

I nearly came.

Elias's hands were gentling, soothing over my shoulders and the back of my legs as he slowly pulled out of me.

I didn't want to move yet, the wood of the desk still cool under my cheek, my body still thrumming, mind reeling.

"Do you mind a bit of a cuddle after?"

I blinked at the question, the sound of an elastic snap—Elias tying off the condom—and then considered my answer.

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