Page 37 of Crave

His expression softened. “Then let’s say it is. You’re a sweet little virgin and I get to deflower you.”

She giggled and arched up to kiss him. Then the air hissed out of her as his cock pressed against her tight cunt.

“That’s right, baby. Open up for me.”

Slowly, she yielded to him, her pussy clinging to his thick head.

“Aaron!” she gasped as he sank inside her.

When he began to thrust, her legs closed sharply around his back. He felt huge, but she was slick and hot and he was kissing her lips, her face, her neck, fondling her breasts, telling her how proud he was of her for taking him. It felt incredible, but—

Mia wrapped her arms around him. “I love you teaching me,” she whispered. “And I want to learn from you. But right now, I just want to be us. Mia and Aaron. I’m not your student right now, I’m your—”

What was she? They’d just met. And yes, he knew most of her life story and his dick was buried halfway in her pussy, but…

He waited, crouching over her, one hand squeezing her breast. “Go ahead, Mia. I’m listening.”

Maybe he did just want her to be his student. A plaything, a sweet little almost-virgin he could mold and teach.

Or maybe not.

“Your girl,” she said in a rush. “Right now, I’m just your girl.”

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, pulling her close.

She didn’t need coaxing to take him now. When he thrust in deep, she was ready. She buried her face in his neck, licking and biting his salty skin until he groaned and ground against her clit. Her nails raked his back. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. His balls slapped her ass as he fucked her.

God, she was so full of him, so connected, and it was messy and reckless and incredibly noisy. That was the most shocking part, how much noise she was making. He was heavy and hot and hard, and as he fucked her into oblivion, his hand gripping her hair, her cries mingling with his filthy words, he gave her one order:

“Look at me.”

Eyes wide, she stared up at him.

“I want to cum on you, Mia. Just like we talked about. Do you want that?”

All she could do was nod.

He pulled out. His hand blurred on his gorgeous cock. Hot cream splashed onto her breasts, her nipples, her stomach and pussy. As his cum dripped down her skin, he dove between her legs.

She gasped. He was licking up her juices with total abandon, pushing her towards another orgasm. Her need, bottled up for so long, roared through her cunt. She cried out, pushing his face into her folds, all her shyness left behind as she spasmed in a long, helpless climax.

Afterward, he held her close. As they snuggled, she traced a finger through the trail of cum between her breasts and gave it a playful lick. His brown eyes narrowed, and the mischievous grin she already loved flickered across his face.

“Since you’re not my student right now, I won’t tell you you’re a good girl. I’ll just say that was hot.”

Mia laughed. “I can be your good girl too,” she began, but she was cut off by the sound of his stomach…rumbling. “Are you hungry?”

He shrugged. “A certain someone said she wanted to skip dinner and go straight to my house, so I was a gentleman and obliged. And I told you what I’m like before a big event…can’t eat, can’t sleep…so no lunch either.”

She sat up. “Wait, you werenervous?About meeting me?”

He stretched his arms above his head and smiled at her shock. “I didn’t know what to expect,Molly.You can never be too careful. You seemed too good to be true.”

“So did you.”

He pulled her down to him. “Well, now that you’ve seduced me and had your way with me…” Mia rolled her eyes, a warm flush running over her body. “How about we have dinner. And talk. The way I expected this evening to go.”

“Come on, Professor Taylor,” she whispered in his ear. “You sent me dick pics. Are you really so surprised we ended up here?”

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