CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE #2
So yeah, fucking the man of my dreams in my classroom might seem immoral, but, honestly, fuck those kids.
Fuck society. Fuck everyone else who would judge me for having basic human needs.
I was an adult with feelings and desires.
And the only thing that was at the forefront of my mind was getting dicked down by Declan.
I was as safe and secluded as I could be. My door was locked, and the school was empty. At this point, anyone who stumbled across us deserved an eyeful of our debauchery.
And debauched it was as Declan suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me and pushed my knees to my chest, spreading me open for him.
He’d gotten rid of my shoes at some point, and he kissed a path from my ankle to my knee, before his lips closed over my clit, and he sucked.
I let out a scream that was quickly muffled as Declan slapped a large hand over my mouth, and I arched my back at the sensations, the eagerness, and the effort he put into eating me out.
Over the past week, we’ve had deeper conversations about my insecurities and him having me like this—going down on me at the end of the day without showering. We’d even practiced a few times until I was comfortable enough to let him go all the way.
I’d quickly come to the realization that Declan simply liked the taste and smell of me, which he’d equated to salty-sweet.
“Like a chocolate chip cookie sprinkled with sea salt,” he’d said.
And that had stuck with me every time he went south.
He literally called me his favorite dessert, and knowing his sweet tooth, I didn’t think he was lying.
Plus, the dedication and passion he put into his oral techniques were mind-blowing in every sense of the word. And I felt like I’d come on his tongue more times than I had his cock. Which was a phenomenon in and of itself.
As soon as my legs started to shake, a telltale sign that I was seconds away from coming, Declan rose to his feet and undid his belt and zipper with lightning speed.
Before I protest my lack of comfort—I was perched on the edge of my desk, after all—he buried himself inside me so quickly I choked on the air I was inhaling.
Sweet, tender kisses rained down on my lips and face as he held still, his massive cock pulsing inside me, as he gave me time to adjust to him.
I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the sheer size of him.
Declan was incredibly long and impossibly thick.
It was like having a wine bottle shoved inside me.
But every time he made it so good for me.
Even in those rare moments when I felt like I couldn’t take all of him.
He’d ease my mind with his words and soothe my body with his soft touch.
And before I knew it, I was opening for him, taking him deeper into my body. And this time was no different.
I was so wet, it didn’t feel as uncomfortable as I expected it would, so I kissed him back, sucking on his tongue and clenching around his cock.
Declan groaned, the sound traveling from his throat down to his cock to vibrated in my pussy.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “Tight and wet and perfect.” He grunted, giving me a shallow thrust, then slowly rocked his hip from side to side.
“I just need to stretch you out some more so I can fuck you hard and deep. Exactly the way I want to fuck you—the way you yearn to be fucked. I feel it every time your little cunt tightens around me and milks my balls of every last drop of cum. You want to be taken rough and hard and without mercy. Don’t you, sweetheart? ”
His profane words made my head spin, and I moaned at the delicious sensations of his massive cock rubbing against my inner walls; the heat and stretch of him, a feeling I never wanted to forget.
I sank my fingers into his silky red hair and hauled his mouth to mine, showing everything I felt for him in that one kiss—everything I wanted to keep feeling for the rest of my life.
He started to thrust—harder, deeper; my tiny desk shaking with the force of his movements.
Declan’s movements were so wild and erratic that we accidentally knocked loose a stack of folders I had piled at the far end of my desk.
Which, in turn, fell onto a potted plant, knocking it over and spilling its contents onto the floor—broken ceramic, potting soil, and a damaged peace lily spilling everywhere.
I gasped at the sight of my destroyed plant, and Declan slowed his movements, but he didn’t stop.
“My peace lily!” I cried out.
“Shhh,” Declan soothed. “It’s okay, sweetheart. There’s plenty more where that came from. You’ll have a dozen of them by morning. I’ll bring you an entire fucking garden if you want.”
I pouted a little, mostly because I could, then gasped when Declan pulled out and slammed into me again.
“But I loved that one,” I moaned. “It was the first potted plant you’d given me.”
Since the first time he’d spent me flowers, Declan had made it his mission to send me some kind of plant life every week—if not several times a week.
The kids were fascinated by the wide array of greenery, and I’d even been in the process of converting a small section of our classroom into an indoor garden of sorts.
I figured it would aid in teaching the children responsibility as they learned how to care for the plants, as well as expand their knowledge of different types of flowers.
“I know, darling,” Declan crooned softly between thrusts. “I want to give you flowers every day for the rest of my life, so trust me when I say that I will fix it. Okay?” He took my face in one hand, angling my head to meet his eyes. “Say yes. Say you trust me to make it right.”
I nodded as he pumped in and out of me at a punishing pace, my eyes rolling back in my head at the sensation of being filled so thoroughly.
“Words, darling,” Declan demanded. “I need your words.”
“Yes!” I wailed, clenching around him as my legs began to shake. “I trust you… I trust you with everything.”
Declan grinned, lowering his head to my chest. “Good. Now, come for me. Come on my cock and show me who this pretty pussy belongs to.”
Then he bit down on my nipple through my shirt, and my world whited out; my orgasm exploding out of me in rainbow waves of color and sensation.
Seconds later, Declan groaned through clenched teeth as he pumped me full of warm cum.
Sighing, I went boneless in his arms, wishing I could stay here forever.