Chapter 15 #2
“Don’t… Please, don’t stop.” My words turned into a garbled sort of moan when the hand on my neck slid into my opened shirt.
Strong fingers cupped and massaged my breasts as his hot, hungry mouth finally latched onto my pulse.
Licking, sucking, kissing at the sensitive spot until I was writhing in his hold.
“Filthy little girl, aren’t you?” I felt so good I lost track of his wandering hand until fingers replaced his thigh under my skirt and hooked in my underwear. “Let’s find out just how filthy you can be.”
Two fingers slipped over my lower lips, already wet and sticky.
“Fuck me, you’re dripping.” Professor Quinn groaned into my neck.
Before I could think twice, he pulled back, grabbed my hips, and spun me around.
He pushed between my shoulder blades until my chest met the countertop.
One rough jerk and he’d yanked my skirt over my ass to expose my black cotton panties.
“I get… get so wet when I think of you,” I admitted.
He shoved his other hand into my hair, wrenching back a fistful of blonde locks and twisting them around his hand.
My head jerked back, mouth open and panting.
Our reflection was thrillingly erotic, with his large muscular body behind me, and me bent over the counter, shivering with anticipation.
His face was twisted with lust and fractured restraint, and he looked so properly starved for me that my cunt clenched in preparation.
“You’ll be a good girl for me, won't you?” I nodded before he finished speaking. “Good. So fucking perfect.”
The clinking of his belt buckle earned a tremble from me, his eyes tracking the small reactions in my body.
And when his trousers came undone and he grabbed his cock I rocked back to feel it.
My insides were on fire, quivering and needy for him to fill my cunt.
The professor licked his lips again, tipping his hips forward to stroke his cockhead over my slit.
Simultaneous groans of pleasure filled the bar restroom. It was only a taste, but I was greedily shaking for more.
“Are you going to take my cock?” He sounded like he was holding on by a thread. Like my answer might break him. But he didn’t move.
We locked eyes in the mirror and a ribbon of lust twirled through my core.
“Yes.”
My professor thrust into me, knocking a grunt from my chest. It was just over the edge of painful, he was so damn large and hard, but I was so wet he had no resistance. He held my gaze in the mirror, ensuring I watched him fuck into me inch by inch.
The hand in my hair tightened, only adding to my pleasure. My stomach clenched and my cunt fluttered, attempting to swallow him deeper into my inner channel. A ragged sound vented from him as I rocked back into him, meeting him until he had buried his cock to the hilt.
“Fuck!” The hand in my hair loosened to grab both hips.
His fingers squeezed so tight I imagined I would be bruised in the morning, but I didn’t care.
It felt so good to feel him pulling my body closer, his heavy cock twitching in my pussy, and the way he trapped me on his cock like a toy for his pleasure.
Professor Quinn withdrew, and the squelching sound of his thick cock coated in my juices made us both shiver. The lewd noises and the gliding sensation of his dick on my inner walls made my legs shake.
“This pussy is going to kill me.” He pounded back in, and I mewled, writhing in an attempt to match his sudden tempo. No more pain from the impossible stretch, but a euphoric friction from his cock stroking all the tender places inside of my body that needed hard, rough attention.
Forceful and physically dominating in a way that made my insides unravel.
It wasn’t long before my body submitted, melting completely under the bliss he fucked into me.
My hips hit the counter on each thrust, but the ache only heightened the sensations.
A symphony of stuttered moans leapt from my tongue and echoed off the walls.
We were in public. In a bar restroom. He was my teacher, and I was his student. Anyone could barge in and find us entangled.
My cunt clamped down harder.
His rhythm stuttered and he cursed under his breath.
It was the most liberated I had felt in… too long. I didn’t need to use my brain, or think, or stress about anything at all. All I had to do in that wonderful moment was surrender to someone who could make me feel good.
And, oh God, the feel of him inside me was perfect. His length, the thickness, the way he throbbed when rammed against my cervix, and the angle—my toes curled in my boots—fucking delicious.
“You like that, huh?” His tone was as rough as gravel. His temples glistened with sweat and a loose curl bounced on his forehead. He was so undone and insensibly attractive. And he looked so damn hot while fucking me.
“Yes… Yes, I’m gonna—”
“You better fucking come soon. God, I can’t hold back any longer.
” One hand abandoned my hip to reach around for my pussy.
Two hard fingers targeted my clit, strumming it in rapid cession.
The white-hot fire building in my core flared.
Little spasms wrecked my body as the feelings overwhelmed me.
“Yes, yes, yes—fuck—come for me. That’s it.
Good girl, come on. Come on. Give it to me. Come on this cock.”
My clit pulsed and the spiraling coil in my core snapped. I arched, ass pressed to his hips and standing on the tips of my toes. The pressure of his cock drilling me from behind only extended my climax. Lasting on and on until a final shudder moved through his body.
I was still twitching on the counter when he pulled out.
“Fuck, my come looks good spilling out of that pretty pussy.” I glanced over my shoulder in time to watch him reach down, gather his spend with two fingers and insert it back into my swollen, fucked-out cunt. He exhaled sharply before tugging my skirt back down.
My legs trembled like a baby deer, but I stood up and fixed my clothes while he tucked himself into his pants and clasped his belt. Several times we exchanged glances, neither speaking as reality descended on us like an executioner’s blade.
Professor Quinn finished tucking his shirt back in and cleared his throat. Too embarrassed, I looked away as he began speaking. “See you in class, Miss Ashcroft.”
I watched the restroom door close in the corner of the mirror. My buzzed, fatigued brain was still trying to register what just happened when I felt his come soaking through my panties in that public bar restroom. And for the first time in months, there wasn’t a single rational thought in my head.