Page 74 of Beau Pair
Beau loosens the belt and slams his crotch into my ass a couple times.
“Yes. Punish me, Boy. I’m a bad teacher. Give it to me,” I say, but Beau stops. “What happened?”
I turn my head slightly, and Beau bends over to look at me all guiltily.
“It seems I’m out of condoms,” he says.
“Do you have lube?” I ask him.
He nods.
“Then just fuck me already,” I tell him.
Beau grins and raises an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” I tell him.
“You trust me?” he says.
I huff and roll my eyes.
“Babe, don’t ruin the fantasy. Just fuck me,” I tell him.
He smiles and lifts himself off me. I follow him with my gaze and watch him as he retrieves a lube packet and tears it open with his teeth.
“I’m negative, by the way,” he says, smearing it over my rim. “I got tested a few weeks ago when we started—”
“Babe,” I cough.
“Hm,” he says, and looks back at me.
“I say this with all my love.” Beau hangs on to my every word and gapes at my next demand. “Fuck. Me. Now.”
He nods and returns his attention to me and his cock, grinding his dick between my cheeks, wetting it with the lube that’s already there.
“Okay, Professor. Here comes your punishment,” he says finally, returning to the role of the horny and repulsed student pressing himself on me.
I bite my forearm, waiting as he breaks through my ring of muscles and we both groan. Perhaps a little too loud for our benefit. But who cares now? Beau is inside me, in my office, with a belt around my neck. Fuck everything else.
I’ve never allowed myself to fantasize about someone doing what he’s doing to me in the place we’re doing it. That’s always been my hard line that I wouldn’t cross. Had there been students that were hot as fuck over the years? Yes. But none of them had ever made it past that attraction.
Only Beau has made it there. As if he’s someone special you can’t just covet, you have to imagine him fucking you too.
Well, he is special. There’s no if.
Beau lifts the belt slightly, and it tightens around my neck while he uses his other hand to pull at my hair as he pounds me hard and fast.
“Yeah… yes, Beau. Come on,” I pant, and he keeps going with more strength, more passion, as if my desperate pleas are urging him on, giving him more juice to go on.
“You need… to be… punished. It’s the only… way you’ll… ungh… learn, Professor,” he grunts.
“Teach me, Baby Beau. Teach me a lesson,” I beg.
The belt loosens on my neck as Beau presses his hand in the middle of my back, forcing me flat on my desk surface. Crumpled paper creases even more under the pressure of my grinding body.
“I’m so… close,” Beau gasps.
