26. Jonathan
Jonathan
My cock twitched.
Blood pumped faster through my veins at those words. I smirked, pulling away to look into her dark eyes.
“Professor, huh?” I asked.
She pressed my hand harder into her clit, which pulsated against my fingers.
The sexy whine she exhaled made all the blood in my body rush straight to my already hardening cock.
For a moment, my head became light as the urge to plunge my fingers into her intensified. But the logical side of me pressed on.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed into doing anything . . . Or to perform in the heat of the moment.”
The hand she had clasped around mine released. In a slow motion, she brought her fingers to my face. She traced along my jaw up to my lips in a light, wispy touch. I sighed against the tip of her index finger before pulling it into my mouth, sucking and biting my way through her whine.
“I’m not the one performing anything. I’m the one sitting back, and you’re the one showing me what you can do to me, sir.”
I rubbed circles into her hard, little clit as a response. Lina threw her head into my shoulder, whimpering.
“Like that?” I crooned.
“Yes,” she heaved.
I laughed as a moan rippled out of her when I dipped my hand lower to gather the wetness dripping from her aroused cunt.
My fingers pet her pussy—up and down—in a soaking, sloppy mess.
Lina mumbled a string of incoherent words as she gripped onto my forearm.
Her panties were nothing but a thin piece of soaking lace, and it was obstructing what I wanted to do to her.
I pulled my fingers out from under the material, only to hook my fingers under the edge of that wet lace and rip it. The tear resounded through my car. Now, nothing hindered me as Lina lay raw and naked for me.
She gasped as I gathered her arousal again, trailing my fingers up to her engorged clit. I rolled it in between my thumb and index finger. A sharp moan slipped from her lips as she attempted to clasp her thighs together.
I clicked my tongue and punished her with a sharp bite to her earlobe, drawing another gasp from her. Her hips bucked into my slick fingers, and we both groaned together.
“You want me to make you feel good?” I asked.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered.
“Then, keep those legs spread open. I’m going to make you come for me, Lina,” I demanded in a low, guttural voice.
Her only answer was to swallow as she pushed her strong and powerful thighs into a tight clamp.
A retaliatory glint in her eyes when she glanced at me.
I hummed in disapproval, tugging my hand away from her and gently gripping her jaw.
My wet fingers smeared her own arousal across her chin.
With a pull, I forced her to look at me.
My lips pursed as I let out a disapproving click of my tongue. “Did you hear me? Keep your legs spread open.”
She whimpered in response, and my hold on her chin tightened just enough, but not to inflict pain. “I didn’t hear you. Use that tongue, Miss Lee.”
With a shuddering exhale, she breathed, “Yes, sir.”
I crashed my lips against hers in a biting and unrelenting kiss, nipping her bottom lip until I tasted blood.
Her legs spread easily open for me at the onslaught.
My name now was lost in her voice as my fingers slid back to its rightful place on her clit.
Her muffled groan disappeared into my mouth as I pleased her.
“Say my name,” I demanded after I pulled my tongue away from her wet lips. I licked a trail down her jaw, tasting her sweet arousal across her skin.
“Jonathan.”
I grazed her jaw with my teeth. “Call me by my title, Miss Lee.”
She gasped, “Professor Lo.”
With one hand already flicking her clit, my other one slithered to the entrance of her pussy—stroking it again until she was purring, moaning, and whimpering.
The slick wet sounds of her cunt cut loudly through the air, mixing with her uncontrollable, audible reactions.
Her legs quivered, and she came with a roll of her eyes.
Her entire body seized tightly as her release pulled her mouth open in a soundless moan, morphing her face into a sensual, dazed look. The only sound she could make was a shuddering whimper as I pulled her face toward mine.
“Jonathan,” she eventually babbled between a string of incoherent words. “Jonathan.”
I kissed her, muffling the moans dripping out of her the same way her arousal did all over my pants. Echoes of her sloppy cunt became louder as she clung to me. I continued to stroke over her entrance.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked against her lips.
“Yes,” she whimpered, pushing my hand away from her clit. “Yes, it felt so good.”
Her hands touched my fingers playing with her entrance. She guided the tips into her hot and wet cunt, needy and desperate for more.
“Professor, please,” she begged, gasping for air. Her soft, wet walls welcomed me easily as she let out a pleading whine. “I want you inside me, Jonathan.”
Fuck me.
My cock began to ache, almost exploding at those words. I chuckled, kissing her temple and breathing in her soft scent of roses and sugar.
“You need to be careful with your verbiage, Miss Lee,” I said, prying her legs wider for easier access. “Or you may actually push me over the edge. You want me?”
“Yes, yes.”
“So fucking demanding.”
I slapped her sopping cunt lightly only to elicit the sexiest moan from her shaking body. I dipped my middle finger just enough into her entrance to test out how tight she was and groaned.
I could feel sweat forming over our skin with just the minimal contact of my fingertip in that blazing, glorious pussy. Neither Lina nor I were going home cold tonight, and I’d say I prefer hitting the shower covered in her cum and sweat than anything else.
With a swallow, I asked, “You’ll be a good girl for your professor. Right, Miss Lee?” She whimpered instead of answering me, so I pulled my finger out of her. “Use your words, Darling.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, groaning at the loss of my touch.
“Say it louder.” My voice was firm and unrelenting.
I could feel her spine straightening against my back at my command. In a sultry tone, she said calmly, “Yes, sir.”
I smirked, brushing my lips against her ears to breathe down her neck. Both my hands attempted to soothe the muscles of her abdomen, which were tense from her climax a moment ago. She shivered against my touch.
“Now that’s the Lina I know.” I nipped the base of her neck as my hands traveled from her stomach to her clit, tapping for my warm welcome. “Be a good girl and relax your tight pussy for me. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers.”
“Yes, sir.”
The strained muscles she pulled taut against my forearm loosened as she relaxed against my chest. I chuckled, dipping two fingers into her wet cunt.
We both groaned as I entered slowly, her soft walls clasping tightly around my index and middle fingers.
She pushed back, resisting each inch I drove deeper into her.
Lina let out a cry, her head thrown back against my shoulder.
“Jonathan,” she winced sharply.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked, retreating out of her instantly.
She grabbed my hand, keeping it in that slick and blazing cunt of hers. A moan ripped out of her as she shook her head. “No, stay. Please.”
I kissed her temple softly, pulling my fingers out despite her disapproving groan. With ease, I shifted her in my lap so I could fully see her face. “Only on two conditions. One for you and one for me.”
Lina looked at me. Her brows crumpled, looking worried. I leaned in and rested my forehead against hers with a long breath.
“First, for you, I need you to communicate with me. You need to tell me if I’m hurting you, alright? It’s all fun and games now, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or in pain. Second, for me, I’ll take it easy. I’ll take it slow. I promise we won’t have sex until you’re ready.”
She grabbed my hand and pressed my fingers back into her with a squelch that had us both sighing together. Her breathing was uneven as the soft walls of her cunt clenched around me tightly, making me groan against the corner of her lips.
I almost swore when she closed the centimeters between us and kissed me in this adorable, gentle way. The warmth that exploded in my chest was such a stark contrast to the way my fingers were buried inside of her. Heat seeped into my skin all over me in a gentle wave.
God, she was so fucking cute.
“Okay. Alright, Professor,” she breathed. “Should I tell you when it feels good, too?”
My hard cock jumped against her ass, and she laughed lightly. It throbbed harder at the sound of it—and so did my heart.
Lina held onto my forearm just as she had done earlier, readying herself to ride my hand. “I wasn’t in pain earlier,” she murmured. “No. In fact, you make me feel so good, Jonathan.” She leaned into the slope of my neck and shuddered as my fingers moved deeper by a millimeter. “Yes, like that.”
In a simple motion, I curled my fingers upward, slowly and methodically beckoning her to come for me. Her hips shook and bucked up, allowing me to coil deeper into her. The grip she had on my forearm was as tight as her cunt around my digits.
But I was relentless. With a flick of my other hand over her clit, I moved the fingers I had inside her faster.
I kissed along her jaw and cheek as my hands moved over her body.
Lina’s thighs soon quivered. Incoherent words started babbling from her lips like a chant—along with ‘Professor Lo,’ and ‘yes’—as her hips arched into my unrelenting hands.
Our heavy breaths and the vulgar wet sounds of her cunt swallowing and slurping my fingers were the only resounding noise in the car. She clung to me as her pussy clenched around my fingers. Much of her arousal dripped down and soaked through my pants to my boxers.
“You like this, Miss Lee?” I breathed.
“Yes, Professor,” heaved Lina as her abdominal muscles constricted and she squeezed around my fingers. “Your fingers are so big and thick. I like the way you fuck me with them.”