Chapter Four
Walker
Given the fact that I decided not to think of Rosie’s perky little tits anymore, I really shouldn’t be lying in bed, jerking myself to thoughts of her swinging them in my face.
Nor should I be thinking about the way her long red hair would fall over her shoulder, the way her mouth would drop open, or the way she’d moan as she sunk her needy little pussy onto my hard cock.
I shouldn’t be thinking about any of those things, and I definitely shouldn’t be jerking off while I think about them, but on the way home I decided that what I think about on my own time is my own damn business.
The university can’t police what I do in the confines of my own bedroom.
If I want to look at the picture of Rosie I secretly snapped last week in a cute, little skirt and short sleeve sweater, that’s my prerogative.
If I want to stroke my cock to thoughts of her spreading her young, little pussy for me, that’s my choice.
If I want to fantasize about her rubbing those big, heavy tits on my face, while she obeys my every command, then that’s what I’ll fucking do.
Jesus Christ, I’m sick.
I rub my cock harder, stroking faster as I imagine her on her knees looking up at me. Those pouty pink lips, her big blue eyes… fuck!
I’d give anything to have one night with her. One night of breathless, unaccounted for time. One night of her eager little head bobbing up and down, begging to come. One night of her long red hair wrapped around my thighs.
I’d pay for it, whatever the cost. Hell, I’d give my right arm right now for a night alone with that woman moaning in my ear.
My cock hardens into steel as I jerk harder, and I’m about to blow when I hear the sound of her voice in the hallway outside of my door.
What the fuck? I’m getting pretty fucking good with my fantasies, but this is inching toward a full-blown delusion!
“Professor Wilder?” It’s clearer now. She’s for sure in the hallway, a few steps from my door.
Fuck! What the fuck?
I did tell her I’d be in the back with dinner at 7:30 sharp and that there was no need to knock, but I assumed by the way our conversation went earlier she wasn’t coming.
Jesus Christ!
I grab the sheet from the opposite side of the bed and attempt to pull it up around me, but she’s in the doorway, sweet and innocent, before I get to where I’m going.
She wears tiny little shorts, thin and light, leaving nothing to the imagination. The tank top is the same. She may as well be naked, ‘cause I see everything.
Her hard pearled nipples. The crease of her soft little pussy. The shape of her body, so thick and sweet.
I should say something. I should cover up. I should move from this fucking bed and act like a grown man, but I’m stuck. Stuck in the heaviest mud I’ve ever felt in my life. Stuck like every rational part of me is at war with this feral version of myself I don’t usually connect with.
Christ, she’s hot!
Burning, fucking, hot!
My chest tightens and my fists clench as I stare at her soft hips. I’m not sure if it’s in my head or if she’s feeling it too, but I swear there’s a heavy tension bucking hard between us.
Tell her to leave before you do something crazy!
Demand she enters the room!
Make her spread that pretty, little pussy wide!
Get a fucking grip, man!
Grip her fucking hips and bend her over!
Spank that little ass for showing up here in that outfit!
She’s teasing you! She knows what she’s doing!
Stop! She’s a student! A young, innocent, sweet woman!
This is wrong!
“Step into the room,” I growl low in my throat as the animal inside of me wins the war in my head. I don’t care what the consequences are. If Rosie will let me, I’m taking her. I’m stuffing her full. I’m spreading those thick thighs and I’m pressing into her until she’s begging me to stop.
She swallows, a hard lump visibly moving down her throat as she steps forward.
Don’t fucking do this, man! It’s fucked up! Your entire career is on the line!
Do it! You need her squirming beneath you! You need her sighs!
My cock stiffens hard as a rock, and I circle her curvy little frame like a wild fucking animal breathing in the scent of ginger and salt on her skin. I glance down at her pussy, watching the thin fabric turn color as her little crease dampens.
My heart rate explodes.
She’s wet for me. This young, tight, little angel is soaking fucking wet for me.
“Good girl,” I growl, my hand hovering over her shaking frame. “You came out here dressed like this for a reason, didn’t you?”
She nods slowly, innocently, like she’s not used to being talked to like this.
God, why does the innocence only make me want her more? It’s sick!
“What’s the reason you came out here, baby? Why are you in my house dressed like a little tease?” The second my honest, filthy thoughts are in the air, need digs into my chest with unwavering desperation.
“I came here to see what help you needed with the book, professor.” Her voice is quiet and shaky.
“You came to help me with the book dressed like that?”
She nods again, her soft lips dropping open this time as she squeezes her thighs together.
“I hate to disappoint you then,” I say as I step toward her, my breath on her neck as I circle her slowly. “Now I have much more pressing matters. You see, I left something out earlier when I asked you to help me.”
Her chest rises and falls quickly as I lose control of whatever ounce of rational thought I have left. “I need you to quiet the urges, Rosie. Can you do that for me? Can you follow my rules until the urges are gone?”