I line myself up to her and thrust. She gasps and grips her tit with one hand. I smirk and pull out, only to thrust again. Grabbing her legs, I fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her with every inch of me.
Sweat drips down my forehead as I shove my cock into her, wanting to claim every inch of her.
I don’t know what it is about this girl that makes me so wild, so crazy and lustful, but I’m not going to fight it any longer. She’s a grown woman; she can take it.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I murmur as I slam into her. “Look at me, Hailey. Look at me when I fuck your pussy like it should be fucked.”
“Oh, god. If sex is always like this, I need it every day,” she says, making me laugh a little.
“It can be if you want it to be,” I say.
I put my fingers on her clit and flick, making her moan out loud.
“I want you to come again. Let me feel it with my cock.”
“Jesus, you’re the only man I’ve ever met who’s wanted me to come this badly,” she says.
“You met boys, Hailey. Boys. I’m not a fucking boy, and I sure don’t fuck like one.” I smack her tit, which makes her squeal.
“Fuck you!” she yells. “Why’d you do that?”
“Because I”—I slap her other tit—“don’t tolerate your bad words. It’s time you learned how to behave, and if you don’t want to listen, then maybe I can fuck it into you.”
“That makes no sense,” she says.
“Keep talking and I’ll spank your ass tomorrow too,” I growl, her back talk causing me to fuck her even harder.
“You’re not even teaching our class tomorrow.”
“Doesn’t. Matter. I’m taking what I want, when I want, and you’ll give me anything I demand. Are. We. Clear?” Each word is another slap.
“Yes.”
I reach for her clit and rub it between two fingers. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir!” she moans.
“Good. Keep it up and maybe I’ll be a little nicer.” I thrust into her so deeply the desk shakes. “Or is that the opposite of what you want? Because you like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you? You like getting your pussy pounded like you’re some kind of fuck-doll.”
“Fuck, yes,” she says, as I grab her waist with both hands and shove my cock into her pussy, which fits me like a glove.
“You’re a dirty little thing. My fuck-doll. My pussy to fuck whenever I please. And this pussy is gonna come for me too. Isn’t it?”
“Yes … Yes, oh god.” Her body quakes underneath me.
“Then do it. Come all over my cock, you filthy girl.”
She moans out loud and then I feel her muscles contract all around my length. I thrust into her once more and feel the cum burst out of me. I groan out loud, seed spilling out of me as I pound into her a few more times.
When the orgasm subsides, I take out my cock and pull off the condom. I drag her off the desk and make her bend over it again, pushing her body down as my arousal is still at its limit. Then I pour the contents of the condom over the desk, right in front of her.
“Lick it.”
“What?” she mutters.
I grab her hair and nudge her closer to my cum. “Clean my desk.”
She looks mad … madly sexy as her mouth opens and her tongue dips out.
Slowly but surely, she starts licking the cum, swiping her tongue along the wood.
“Don’t leave a drop,” I growl. “Understood?”
“Yes, Sir …” she says, eyeing me from the side, but I ignore it.
She’ll learn who’s in charge. Besides, I can tell from the way she runs her tongue along her mouth after swallowing that she enjoys my taste.
When all the spots are gone, she licks the desk once more and then stands up. “All done.”
“Good girl.” I hold my dick out in front of her. “Now clean me.”
She hesitates for a second, but then her tongue dips out, and I shove my cock into her mouth. She moans a little as I slather my dick all over her tongue, making sure every last bit of cum is inside her mouth. She’s enjoying it a little too much, though, almost making me want to have another go.
Better not. I have more things to do today besides fucking her.
“Swallow,” I tell her when I pull out.
When she does what I ask, I smile and throw the empty condom in the bin, deciding I’ll cover it up later. Then I tuck my spent and satisfied cock back into my pants.
Panting, I slide aside a lock of her hair and tuck it behind her ear, lingering so I can caress her cheek. She looks at me with rosy cheeks and eyes that look a bit glossy.
“How was it?” I ask.