Chapter 17 #2
“So, tell me,” she whispered, “what you want to do with me.”
“Fuck.” The word belted free.
I couldn’t say who moved first, but we were on a collision course.
“Yes,” Ophelia rasped seconds before our mouths crashed.
The violence of my passion betrayed me. Could she feel the hunger in my mouth as I devoured her lips? Could she feel how deeply I yearned for her as I reached across the yawning distance and grabbed her? Was she as aroused as me when I pulled her onto my lap and caged her in my arms?
The tangle of our mouths was messy and graceless.
All teeth and hunger and frenzy. Ophelia grabbed my shoulders, emitting a slight squeak when I laid down the seat and she fell with me.
My hands were instantly on her again, sliding down her waist to her hips and grabbing the soft curves of her.
She became breathless quickly, rocking on top of me and keening for more.
Fuck, she was perfection.
The pressure of her rubbing my erection made me bite my lips.
I pulled her closer and nuzzled my face in her neck.
Ophelia continued dry-fucking me, riding faster the moment my mouth latched onto her throat.
The noises flying from her lips as my tongue and teeth marked a trail up to her earlobe were utterly obscene.
Ophelia wore a sweater dress and tights that were in the way of my wandering hands. She yelped when I gripped the fabric and ripped it between her thighs, but the sound morphed into a high-pitched whimper as I reached for her underwear—finding them soaked.
I bunched up the hem of her dress to her hips then tugged her underwear out of the way. Ophelia’s shaking hands skimmed down my stomach and stopped at my belt. “I want to make you feel good, Professor.”
My hand curved around the back of her neck, and I pulled her mouth back to mine. “Then ride my fucking cock, Ophelia.”
A tiny whine escaped her throat.
She whipped into motion, tugging at my belt and unzipping my trousers. I lifted my hips, giving her space to wriggle them down. Delicate fingers wrapped around my cock, ripping a grunt from my chest.
My free hand shot up, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to meet my gaze.
My cock throbbed in her palm, and her breath stuttered against my lips.
Without looking down, she lifted herself and used her grasp on me to line us up.
I hissed when she swiped the sensitive heave through her slippery folds. A sensation better than silk and sin.
Ophelia hovered over my thighs for a few tremulous seconds.
I gripped her neck tight and used the other hand to reach down and grab the base of my cock, holding it in place for her.
As gentle as ever, she slowly took a seat on my length.
Inch by delicious inch, I split her in half until she was filled to the brim.
“Fuck. Fuck. So perfect. So warm. So tight. Feels… feels so fucking good.” A string of praise filled the interior. “You feel so good around my cock, Ophelia.”
“So good,” she echoed, eyes closed and jaw going slack. Her hips and thighs were shaking from the effort of remaining still and growing accustomed to my girth stretching her. Then she audibly swallowed before lowering that sultry stare onto me. “Please, please let me move.”
“Bounce on it, sweetheart.” The command snapped through her like a flipped switch.
A perfect girl, so good for me, doing as she was told.
Ophelia dug her nails into my shoulders, using them as leverage to ride me.
She was a divine sight to behold. Beautiful and mesmerizing with her face flushed, her eyes dazed with lust, and the breathy little noises she made while we fucked.
The windows and rearview mirror were fogging up, and the surrounding air grew thick from the heated air.
“Just like that. You’re riding me so well.
” Praise made her quiver and clench tighter around me.
It wasn’t long before I weaponized that knowledge.
“You’re so good for me, aren’t you? You’re going to be the best girl, such a good girl, when you come on my cock.
Fuck, you’re utterly soaked for me. You love bouncing on this cock? ”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
She might have been riding me, but I was still in control. I lifted my hips to meet her, fucking her ravenously. The slap of our bodies, the moans, the slight creaking of the car were all facets of a song coming together alongside us.
“This cunt is mine from now on, do you hear me?” I fisted her hair and her head snapped back. Her eyes were glittering with a galaxy of bliss.
“Yes, sir. Please, yes. Don’t stop.”
“Mine to fuck, to ruin, any time I want to.” My words sent her into a spiral. Eyes cinched tight, she suddenly seized on top of me. “Are you coming? Fuck—fuck—”
Ophelia collapsed on my chest, hot breaths panting against my neck and her body quivering atop me as her orgasm rendered her a mess. And I wasn’t far behind. Her pussy was so tight and wet, the flutters of her climax dragged me into my release.
She was a melted puddle in my lap. I caressed my hands up and down her spine, still inside her and feeling my come dripping out the longer we remained connected. If I could have had my way, she’d never sit anywhere other than my lap ever again. Even during classes, and that was a dangerous thought.