Bad Teacher(28)

I place one hand over her mouth. “Shhh …” I mutter. “Don’t want anyone hearing you come, now do you?”

She shakes her head.

I toy with her until she’s swollen and panting, then I insert a finger. She gasps, sucking on the inside of my fingers as I keep my hand firmly over her mouth to prevent the noise from escaping.

“I know you want to moan … And trust me when I say there’s nothing in this world I’d want to hear more than your moan. But students are out there, and that door isn’t locked.”

Her eyes tear away for a second, a sliver of terror flashing through them, so I distract her with the thrusts of my finger. I fuck her with one until she’s calmed down, and then I add another so she can feel the fullness. I go on until she’s shaking, her toes curling as she reaches the edge.

“Are you a dirty girl, Hailey? Are you going to soak my desk with your wetness?”

She nods, moaning against my hand.

“Shhh … no sound. Just come from my fingers. All over my hand …”

She quivers and her eyes roll back for a second. Then her muscles contract around my fingers, and a flood of wetness gushes out of her. My cock springs erect from the sight.

“Good …” I whisper as she takes sharp breaths through her nose. “Good girl. You did so well.”

I remove my hand from her mouth and take my fingers from her pussy. I can’t help myself; I bring them to my nose and smell them. Something about the scent of a horny woman just turns me on like nothing else. God, it only makes me want to fuck her more.

I bring my fingers to my lips and dip my tongue out to take just the tiniest of licks.

That’s it.

Enough to bring out the beast and let it take control. “My turn.”

I grasp her tight white button up and rip it open. One of the buttons at the top flies off, scattering away, but I pay no attention to it. With one sweep, everything—including pens, paperwork, and a stapler—flies off my desk. She squeals as I push her down on my desk and pull down her bra, exposing her pink, hardened nipples.

Licking my lips, I say, “So innocent … and to think you were still a virgin when we met.”

“I’ve touched boys before,” she suddenly blurts out.

“What?” I frown.

“Well, they touched me, and I touched them … but I never fucked before you. Um … never mind. TMI.”

“Yes, it is,” I mutter, and I tug at one of her nipples with my index finger and thumb. “And none of those boys compare, do they?”

“No, oh god, no.” Her tone is a mixture of pain and pleasure. Just the way I like it.

“You’re fucking with a grown man, Hailey. Think you can handle it?” I tug at her nipples until a small cry escapes her mouth.

“Yes! If you’d stop torturing me so much and just fuck me all right. Dammit.”

“There’s one thing you should learn about me, Hailey, and that’s never to talk back to me like that. Because I will make you pay.” I twist her nipples and release them, only to do it twice.

“Fuck! All right, all right. Yes, fuck. You’re right. I won’t. I’m sorry.”

“Good. Now … spread your legs for me. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

Tentatively, she parts her legs, probably unsure of what I’m going to do with her.

But I only have one thing in mind.

I reach into my pocket, fish out my wallet, and take out the spare condom I always carry with me. Just in case. Not to randomly fuck people, of course. I would never. But I always like to come prepared, for instances like this.

I pull down my zipper and pull out my cock. Then I rip open the packet and roll it over my length.

“Oh, god …” She tilts her head and looks up, her eyes widening at the sight of me.

“It came in you before, you can do it again,” I muse, smiling at her. “And if you want to get real frisky, I’ll fuck your tiny ass too.”

“What?” Her jaw drops.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save it for later … along with all the other things I have planned.” I can’t help lopsided smile on my face when I see the fear in her eyes. I never realized it was this fun to fuck virgins until I fucked her.

“Planned? I thought this would be a one-time only thing.”

“Oh, fuck no …” I say, as I rub my cock along her pussy.

She moans. “But you said … something about professionalism …”

“Fuck professionalism,” I retort. “I can’t do it anymore.”

“… and teacher-student relationship,” she adds.

I lick my lips. “Exactly. Teacher-student relationship. Because I’m going to teach you how to fuck and be fucked. Now, stay still.”