Chapter 8
AUGUST
She’s wearing a blue dress with buttons that hugs every one of her flawless curves as I open my office door at four-twenty-nine on the most anticipated Thursday of my life.
Those buttons just below her collarbone, framing her cleavage, are practically screaming at me: undo me.
“Professor,” she says coyly.
She tries to enter my office, but I just take her hand and walk her out of the building.
I don’t explain. I just hold her hand as we walk across the parking lot to my car. She doesn’t ask where we’re going. Why would she? She knows. I can feel it in the way her fingers tighten in mine. In the way she’s breathing quickly.
We’re done with my office. What I’m about to do to this goddess requires a bed, privacy, and no threat of interruptions. It requires my house, only a few minutes from campus, which go by in what feels like seconds.
No woman has been here before, and that’s not an exaggeration. I’ve always kept this section of my life completely mine. There was never anyone special enough to bring here.
Until now.
My eyes keep moving to her legs as we walk to the door. The breeze lifts the hem of her dress a tiny bit, and the sight of her smooth skin nearly levels me.
I open the door and let her into my house, which instantly becomes our house. She fits like a missing puzzle piece. The key to a life I’d been missing and never even realized it.
“You have a lot of books,” she muses, scanning my shelves. “Mostly medical—”
“Jessie.” She turns and looks at me. I’m standing right in front of her, hands at my sides, jaw clenched with tension. My eyes scan every inch of her body, hidden beneath her adorable blue dress. Every cell in me is screaming at me to do one thing. The thing I brought her here to teach her.
I lean in and kiss her the way I’ve wanted to since the first day. Not carefully or with restraint, not with one hand gripping the desk or the chair, but with both of my hands on her face.
I slide my touch through her hair, down her waist, pulling her against me so tightly that her feet leave the floor, and she gasps into my mouth as I devour her.
All I can think is more, more, MORE.
“I’ve been holding back,” I say against her lips. “Every one of our sessions I’ve given you what I thought you could handle and held the rest back.”
My teeth close gently around her lower lip as my hunger for her rises to a new level. “You have no idea how hard it’s been. Harder than any surgery I’ve ever performed.”
Her eyes flicker as she looks up at me. So sweet. So delicate. But there’s something else there too. Something sharp, as if she’s daring me to act. “Then stop holding back.”
Her words shock me into movement. I lift her up, and her legs wrap around my body, causing her dress to ride up her thighs as I carry her through the house and into my bedroom.
I kiss her neck, her jaw, that sensitive spot beneath her ear that sends her body trembling. My cock is so hard and swollen beneath my pants that it’s genuinely painful.
When I set her down on the edge of my bed, she sits there looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, her hair spilling down around her shoulders. Her lips are swollen from my famished kisses.
It takes all my willpower, but I stand there for a moment, unmoving. Just so she’ll remember this moment. This image. It will be embedded in her mind forever.
How do I know? Because the image of her has already engraved itself upon my soul.
I kneel in front of her, just like the first session in my office. Just like I’ll do for the rest of my life—even when I’m eighty years old and my knees are shot. No amount of pain or discomfort will keep me from her.
The first button of her dress opens beneath my fingers, and I press my lips against the inch of smooth skin it reveals. The top of her cleavage. The sexual curves of her breasts meeting the sweet lines of her long neck.
I breathe in, losing myself in her sweet scent. I press my head against her chest as I continue with the buttons. Her heartbeat is fast and hard, pumping blood across every inch of her excited body, flushing her skin as her desire grows.
More buttons give way. I stop counting and move down with my lips, kissing her breasts, her belly, all the way down to the only thing left on her body: a tiny pair of white lace panties.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Jessie.”
I love the blush on her face. It somehow makes her even more gorgeous than she already is.
I’m drooling like an animal as I stare down at her breasts. How could they get more perfect? Her nipples are perky and pink, and as I take one into my mouth, her back arches off the mattress with a sound that lights up every nerve ending in my body.
My hand moves on its own between her legs, over the lace of her panties.
She’s soaked. The fabric is drenched with her arousal, and even her pussy lips feel swollen slightly, as if puffed up with excitement and readiness for what’s to come. I press two fingers against her clit, and she bucks against my hand, whispering my name like a prayer.
“August…”
“You’re ready,” I growl back. “That pussy is dripping for me.”
She nods, her lips glistening. “I’ve been ready. Ever since I first saw you and you said ‘I’m not asking.’ I’m ready, Daddy.”
Daddy.
The word chimes like a bell, freezing me in place. A released energy flows through me, and my heart starts pounding like a parade drum.
Never in my life did I want a girl to say that to me—to call me that. But now that Jessie has, that it’s coming from her, it’s like I’ve crossed a line into a new place that she’s brought me to. And God help me, but I know I can never go back.
I strip my shirt off over my head, snatch my belt off with a single tug, and drop my pants. Her eyes scan down my physique, halting on my cock as it springs from my briefs, hard and strong like a branch of oak.
“Will it really fit?” she asks, her fairylike voice drifting through my ears like bells. The muscles in my shaft contract, causing my cock to jerk up, tossing a dash of pre-cum onto her smooth belly.
“Your pussy was made for it,” I assure her, leaning in and pressing my throbbing crown against her virgin entrance. She may have had my fingers, but those were nothing compared to what I have in store for her now.
“The books said…I could feel some pain.” Her innocence is beyond adorable. I lower myself down and gently let my lips trace hers.
“You tell me if it hurts,” I say softly. “And I’ll stop—at least, I’ll try to stop.”
She quickly shakes her head. “No. I don’t want you to stop. I trust you.”
That’s it. I can’t hold back any longer. “Okay, Jessie, get ready. This is your final exam.”
I push inside.
Slowly at first. She’s tight. Impossibly tight. And her entire body tenses up as she starts to take me. She snatches my shoulders, and I stop, holding where I am, letting her adjust.
But it’s not just her. It’s me too. The warm, wet, chokehold on my cock is enough to already have me close. If I don’t focus, I’m going to unload inside of her, and she won’t even get a chance to take it all.
Every instinct I have is screaming at me to drive forward. To bury myself right up to the root so my balls slap against her tight little ass. But somehow, I manage to wait.
Patience. She deserves to be treated right. It’s her first time.
“More, Daddy,” she whimpers. I chew my inner cheek and sink deeper.
Her trembling lips fall open. Her back arches, putting her perfect tits on display. I slide another inch in and feel the slick walls of her virgin cunt stretch around me. The heat of her body is so intense, and she’s so fucking wet that my vision actually starts to blur.
Don’t come. Do not come.
I hear her make a brand-new sound beneath me. A soft, longing moan that is pure, authentic delight.
“Please, don’t stop.” I push but then feel the resistance. Her eyes open wide as she looks to me for confirmation. “Is that—?”
“H-hmm.” I nod, dragging the backs of my fingers over her cheek. “Your hymen. Some people refer to it as the cherry. No biological significance. But you will feel a slight sting when I take it.”
Her teeth close around her bottom lip, but she quickly nods. “Take it, Daddy.”
My desire cannot be held back. I push my hips forward and smile as I feel her cherry break. Mine. She’s absolutely mine now.
“Good girl,” I say as her pussy clamps down around me so hard I feel my balls swell. So much cum. So much release, just waiting to fill her up.
I keep pushing until I’m fully inside her, then press my forehead against hers. Our breaths entangle as I look into her eyes and she looks into mine. The rest of the world ceases to exist. There’s no campus, no lecture hall, no office, no Gerald.
There’s just us.
Slowly, I begin to fuck her. Long, deep strokes that nearly level me. Her pussy tugs at me every time I pull back, like her body is trying to keep me as deep as possible.
She moves back against me, our bodies learning each other’s rhythms. And like everywhere else, Jessie is a fast learner.
Her hips grind back against me, instinctively, perfectly. Her nails drag softly down my back, igniting the already flaming sensations scorching through me. Her moans echo off the walls of my bedroom—a space where no woman has ever been.
This space that belongs to her now.
Christ, I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
“Daddy, Daddy,” she whimpers. “I’m taking it, aren’t I?”
“You sure are,” I growl back, again rutting my full length into her soaked channel. “Now let me teach you even more.”
I hook my arm behind her knee and lift her leg up to her shoulder, opening her up even wider, changing the angle to allow for an even deeper thrust that causes her to scream.
Her hand flies to the headboard, bracing herself as I start pounding her. I watch her face twist with pleasure, and I balloon with pride. I did this. I taught her everything. That pleasure is because of me.
“I want you to come for me,” I tell her. Grinning, I add something I know she’ll love. “Miss Monroe.”
Her jaw drops, and she inhales sharply. I watch her tight little belly contract as her body gets used to the stretch, as I shape her to my fit. This fresh pussy will be forever mine.
Only mine.
“Now be a good girl and come for me,” I grunt, pistoning my hips in strong, deliberate thrusts that shake the bed. “Come all over Daddy’s hard cock.”
“Oh my God—”
Her voice shuts off as I press my thumb against her soaked clit, applying just the amount of pressure she’ll need.
She shatters. Her body locks around me, legs, arms, and her perfect pussy. As she comes, she lets out a moan that’s nearly a sob. Like she can’t quite process all the pleasure flowing through her.
It rolls through her like a wave as she braces herself against the bed, gasping up at me in disbelief. I tried to ready her for this with our previous sessions, but nothing could prepare her for the real thing. For the full claiming.
Her quivering cunt is too much for me. I stop fighting and let go. My surgeon’s steadiness and clinical cool collapse beneath me, and I go rigid as I empty my balls into her hot, pulsing folds. My hips jerk forward, and I bury my inches as deep as they will go.
The pleasure is so acute it borders on pain. It’s like my brain is being rewired as we come together, twisting on the wind of a mutual orgasm that tears at us like a tornado.
I’ll never be the same after this. And neither will she.
We collapse together.
Holding her in my arms, I sink to the side and cradle her soft body, feeling the aftershocks as they zap through her like electrical discharges. I let my lips trace her forehead, tasting her sweat as she lazily runs her fingernail over my abs.
She’s breathing hard, but I’m panting even harder.
“August?” she says after a long time.
“Yes, baby?”
A tiny giggle escapes her lips, and I feel her breasts bounce against my chest, so perky and smooth. “I think I understand anatomy now.”
I laugh into her neck, kissing her hungrily, causing her giggle to swell.
I will do anything for this girl. Destroy anyone who threatens her. I’d take the whole damn world apart with my bare hands just to keep her safe. These are thoughts I would never have, and it’s then that I realize the truth.
Jessie has made a whole new man out of me.
“I love you,” I say without hesitation. It’s like the words have been sitting in my chest for my entire life, just waiting for the right woman to bring them out.
I feel her tense against me, but she looks up, wide-eyed and nearly crying. “You mean it?”
“Of course I do,” I reply, smoothing her hair back. “And you’re mine now, Jessie. You’re not going anywhere.”
She nods vigorously. “I’m not going anywhere,” she repeats. “I love you too, Daddy. I love you.”