Penny #3
“He’s... he’s...” I pant, struggling to form words, my eyes squeezed shut as I play out the dirty fantasy. “He’s about to fuck me... on his desk.”
“Did he lick you first?”
“No… he didn’t...”
“Your professor is a stupid son-of-a-bitch.” The smile in his voice is still present. “Your pussy looks like the sweetest fucking thing in the world. If it were me, I would never pass up the chance to taste it.”
My body isn’t the only traitor. My mind is one too. I should be appalled at Jacob’s filthy remark—he’s not supposed to say that to me—instead the fantasy changes to suit it.
Jacob is on his knees, his face between my thighs. He’s holding my gaze as his mouth and tongue moves against me, tasting me, worshipping me. A soft moan escapes me and my legs fall open wider.
“But before I made you come on my face, I would’ve played with those amazing tits. Why don’t you do that for me?”
His low, persuasive voice and the need between my legs suppress my sense of right and wrong. For the first time, I obey him without reluctance or protest, sliding my hands to my breasts.
No, in my mind, it’s Jacob’s hands cupping and caressing them, squeezing them, pulling and twisting my nipples until they’re firm between my fingers.
“Put one in your mouth and suck it.”
His growled command surprises me. Worse, it excites me because I’ve never done that before.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I shouldn’t be into this.
It’s too easy to ignore logic when lust is in control. I lift my breast to my mouth without hesitation and wrap my lips around my nipple.
My flesh is soft and weighty in my hand as I swirl my tongue over the firm tip. Between my legs tighten when I suck it.
“Fuck. That’s beautiful.”
Jacob’s murmur is filled with awe. I’m amazed too. He taught me something new about my own body. All these years, I could’ve had a lot more fun during my solo sessions.
In the fantasy, it’s his mouth on my breast sucking me greedily, his tongue swiping over my hard nipple. I swap my attention to my other breast without his instruction and slip my hand between my legs again.
I’m wet and slippery, my clit swollen under my fingers as I circle it faster.
“Such a naughty girl, sucking on your tit and touching your pussy for Daddy.”
Referring to himself as Daddy is so wrong. Jacob’s filthy words wrapped in his silky voice are like a caress spreading warmth wherever they touch. The perverse truth makes me ashamed yet it turns me on even more too.
“Push your fingers inside you, babygirl. Fuck them into you.”
When I slip my fingers lower, my wetness allows two into me with ease. My breast falls from my mouth as I moan at the intrusion, slickness and heat coating my fingers.
My walls clench greedily around them, demanding more. I’ve never experienced a cock inside me. I bet it would feel much better than my fingers. Especially Jacob’s. I will never forget the outline I saw the other night. The size of it intimidating and tempting at the same time.
I stroke my fingers back and forth, shamefully pretending they’re Jacob’s cock filling me, pumping into me. My eyes squeezed shut, I completely give in to the twisted fantasy of my ex-stepfather fucking me.
I cup my breast with my free hand and tug my nipple again, moaning and writhing on Jacob’s bed. I slip my fingers out of me and rub them insistently on my clit. My body grows taut, straining for release.
“Are you going to come?”
“Yes…”
“Yes, who?” Jacob is kneeling between my legs now. He isn’t touching me but I feel his presence and warmth on my skin. “Wrong answer, I won’t let you finish.”
The right answer is too wrong to say, but the finish line is too close to stop now.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.”
My body thrums with pleasure at his praise and the satisfaction in his voice.
I pleased him. I pleased Daddy.
The rising tension reaches its limit and my release hits hard. I stiffen and arch my neck, the collar pulling against my skin as I let out a long moan.
“Ohhhh… ohhh…”
I’m barely able to keep my fingers steady on my slippery button as bliss wracks my body. Warmth floods my cheeks and the clenching between my legs makes me twitch. My hand gradually slows to a stop and my body relaxes when the sweet pulsing dies down.
Jacob grabs my hand and wraps his lips around my fingers before I can react. I prop myself up onto my elbow and stare open-mouthed as he sucks my wetness from my fingers.
Our gazes locked, I don’t pull my hand away like I should. His slick tongue slides around my fingers and licks them clean. My pussy tightens with envy. I’m clearheaded enough now to reject that feeling.
I yank my hand away then scoot backward, putting distance between us. Jacob stands, then he kneels on the bed. He grabs my legs before I can close them and shuffles closer.
While his hungry gaze is fixed on my body, my wide-eyed stare is focused below his hips where his erection tents his pants. Again, that is not a small bulge.
My heart beats faster.
He said he wasn’t going to fuck me.
I don’t think that’s true anymore.