Chapter Five
Rosie
I nod slowly, wondering if maybe I was in a crash on the way here and this is the coma dream I’m currently having.
That stuff really happens to people. I saw a movie on it once.
This girl was in a coma for six months and she had this series of dreams where she was married to this great guy.
They had kids, a dog, spent their weekends at the lake house, and had a perfect life.
When she woke up, she believed it all so wholeheartedly that people had to take her where she thought her home was and show her that she didn’t live there.
Maybe that’s what’s happening to me. Maybe this whole thing is a coma delusion.
Truthfully, I’m not sure I care either way. It feels real. The heat from his hand hovering over my skin, careful not to touch me, though there’s a feral look in his eyes that says the urges have taken over.
“Take off your clothes.” He steps back, his gaze like fire heating me from the inside out. “Take them off slowly. I need to see you.”
I haven’t taken my clothes off for anyone, ever, but I don’t want to tell him that.
I want him to think I’m experienced, that I have something to offer.
Not that I’m some squeaky-clean little virgin with a pussy so tight that I’m not even sure everything down there works yet.
What would a man like Professor Wilder want with a girl like that?
Heck, I don’t even know why he wants me at all.
I should ask.
No, I shouldn’t ask. I should act confidently, sure of myself, like I do this all the time.
My cheeks turn to hot coals as I strip down for him. My shorts first, slow and careful as he asked, until they’re pooled on the floor at my feet.
His gaze drives up from my toes, landing on my puffy, pink pussy.
“Fuck,” he growls low under his throat as he leans up against the back wall. “This is so fucking wrong, little girl.”
Little girl. My heart hammers against my chest as his reward slams into me like lightning. I never thought I’d like being called a little girl, but the way he says it makes me feel soft and sweet, like he wants to take care of me, cherish me, adore me.
I’ve never been adored before. Not like this. For the most part, I take care of everyone and everything. It’s been like that since my mom died.
Staring toward him in the shadowed room, I peel off my tank top, the last bit of clothing I wore here falling to the floor.
From here on out, I’m nude. Completely, absolutely, stark naked.
My arms fly up instinctually, desperate to cover my heavy breasts from his view, but I force them to my sides again, pretending to be like the confident girls I’m sure he’s used to.
“Your body is… incredible,” he groans and steps forward, stroking his massive cock as he grins. “Can you do a spin for me?”
I’m not sure I can fake the confidence that comes along with a spin, but I smile and offer him one anyway, prompting a low, heavy growl from his throat.
“Jesus Christ, the things I want to do to you.”
My pussy twitches and my lower tummy tightens as it responds to the savage sounds his throat makes when he talks.
I’ve never been wanted like this in my life. Even my fantasies are more reserved than this.
This man is hungry. No, I’d say the way he’s drinking me in right now, he’s starving, though I can’t figure why he’d ever be starving for me.
He’s big, tall, wide, muscled, interesting, smart, and a little edgy.
A man like this is a walking panty dropper.
I wonder how he even gets through the grocery store.
Do women stop him and offer to have his babies on a regular basis?
Maybe that’s why he’s always wearing the grumpy face.
It’s a defense mechanism to deter all the lonely, horny women.
Slowly, he steps forward, his massive frame creaking the old wood floors in his cabin as he walks. “This is painful.” He groans and hovers his thumb over my lower lip.
“I told you I’d help quell your urges.” I hold my gaze on his as I speak, trying to assert the confidence I don’t have.
He shakes his head and continues backing me up until I’m sat on his bed, staring up at him. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
I swallow hard. “I’m sorry?”
“You’re a virgin. I can see it in the way you move.”
I’m not sure what to do with the statement but I’m a little insulted. “In the way I move?”
“Please don’t take offence to what I’m saying. I think it’s beautiful that you’re saving yourself. I—”
“I’m not intentionally saving myself. I just… the opportunity hasn’t come up yet.”
He shakes his head slowly as he drags his gaze over my breasts. “I see the way the boys in class look at you. You have plenty of opportunity.”
Now I know this must be my imagination because there aren’t any boys looking at me in class.
I shake my head and hold my gaze on the massive giant before me. “Trust me, I’m not saving myself. I’m perfectly content to quell your urges.”
His cock jumps as he stares down at me, his voice thick and desperate as he says, “Don’t say things like that, little girl. This beast inside of me is wild tonight.”
I wet my lips and glance down at his enormous cock, suddenly desperate to know what it would feel like sliding against my tongue.
“Don’t you dare,” he growls and guides me back on the bed. “If anyone is tasting anything tonight, it’s me. I’ve been desperate to know what you taste like for months.”
“Months?”
“Months. I’ve spent months watching you. The way you move, the way you think, the way your breasts bounce when you resituate in your chair.” He grunts under his breath as he lies beside me on the bed. “Are you still interested in taking orders?”
I hum in agreement, my pussy soaking wet as I squeeze my thighs together. He’s so big, so strong, so masculine lying here next to me. It’s magnetic, impossible to ignore.
“Straddle my face while you rub that pretty clit,” he groans, “but under no circumstance do I want you to put your hips down. Understood? I can’t touch you. It’s fucked up. I just… I need to breathe you in while I jerk myself off.”
Why are my thighs aching to do as I’m told? Am I really this simple? This desperate? This needy?
Yes! Clearly, I am!
I climb up onto his face like a pro and slide my finger into place over my slippery, swollen clit.
“Good girl,” he groans, already jerking his cock. “Rub that pussy for me. Drip your come all over my face.”
Oh God! This might be hotter than actual touch!
All I feel is the warm heat from his breath, the flex of his shoulders as he strokes his cock, and the soft bristle of his beard against my thighs and the lips of my slit as they tickle and poke.
“Jesus Christ, you smell good,” he growls. “The sound of that soaking, little cherry is killing me.” The vibration from his voice reverberates as his beard tickles new places.
I’m not going to last long. How sad is that? How very, very sad.
I shouldn’t look at his face. I can’t look at his face. Whatever masculine things he’s doing with it will make me want to drop my hips straight onto his beard… but I look anyway.
His nostrils are flaring, his upper lip is twitching, and his jaw tightens.
“God damn, little girl. Make that creamy, little pussy come.”
I nod and move my hips back and forth without thought, accidentally hitting the tip of his nose against my clit as I grind.
“Fuck,” he growls low in his throat, dragging out the word the second I touch him. “You’re teasing me again.”
I pant as my toes curl inward. “It was an accident. I’m so sorry, professor.”
“Oh, little girl.” His voice becomes rougher as he jerks his cock faster and says, “You want to ride my face, don’t you?”
My hips tilt back and forth as I rub my swollen clit and pinch my hard nipple. “Yes, I—”
He grips my left hip and presses me onto his face, quick and hard, warm and soft.
Oh God!
Oh God, this is… this is incredible!
Hands gripped tight to his headboard, tits swaying back and forth, I scrub my pussy over his beard, his nose, and his mouth as he growls and works his tongue against my clit, one big hand on my hip, the other still jerking his cock.
My stomach tightens, my pussy aches, and need takes over, every thought in my brain nonexistent as I scrub faster against his touch, desperate to come.
I’m about to come on my professor’s face!
I’m in my professor’s house and I’m about to come on his face!
What the hell?
I’m nearly there when his shoulders tighten against my ass cheeks and he growls into my pussy with a sound I haven’t heard from him yet. It’s rough and raw. Wild and unhinged. Animalistic. He’s coming, I’m sure of it!
My body responds, and moments later, my pussy tightens, my frame convulses, and I release all over his beard. His touch is sensitive and I try to get away, but his rough hands land on my hips and he holds me in place with a growl.
“Oh God,” I pant as he flattens his tongue and licks out the last bits of cream seeping from inside of me. “I have to move. It’s too sensitive.” I tug against his touch again.
He pulls me in for one last lick then lets me go reluctantly. “God damn, little girl. You taste like a fucking dream.”
I’m on the bed next to him when he growls again, low and slow. “You did that on purpose. You wanted me to taste that creamy little pussy, didn’t you?”
“It was an accident,” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to touch your nose. I—”
“Roll over.”
“Roll over?”
He nods. “I need to spank that ass for disobeying me.”
A shot of adrenaline runs through me as I roll onto all fours and bend forward doggy style, ass up, ready for my spanking.
“Oh, you like this. You’re excited?” He rubs his big hand over my mound. “Look at this puffy, red, little pussy. You’re a naughty girl. A spanking won’t do. I need to know you’ve learned your lesson.”
He rolls me onto my back again and stares at me, his hard, thick cock pressed against my upper thigh as he thinks over a reasonable punishment.
“From now on in class, every time I say the word ‘chemistry,’ I want you to drag your hands down over your nipples for me. And if I say the word ‘energy,’ I want you to touch yourself.”
“In the classroom?” My voice cracks as I speak, my pussy soaking wet again. “Everyone will see me.”
He scratches his hand over his beard. “Not if you do it quietly. This is just for me. If anyone else sees, you get another punishment.”
My pussy throbs. Why is my pussy throbbing? This is an abuse of power. I should be turned off. I should be repulsed. He’s so much older than me. He’s my teacher. This shouldn’t have happened and he shouldn’t be allowing more.
Trouble is, I’m desperate for more. More demands. More of his cock. More of his deep, rough voice in my ear.
“I understand,” I manage, wetting my lips as my heart hammers.
“Good girl. Now get dressed and meet me on the back porch. I’m going to feed you.”