Pulling out I flip her around, yank the falling skirt back up before it drifts to hide her nice, round ass. Admiring it, I slide my cock in. “Yes!”
I’m not sure if she meant that for my argument or…
Doesn’t matter.
I’ll let the mystery lie.
She writhes, grips papers on her desk, crumpling them as her pussy tightens around my length.
So hard to hold my orgasm back, especially when I close my eyes and imagine what it must be like to be her, filled by the forbidden: a college student who showed up at one of the best colleges in Manhattan, mid-twenties, no prior formal education, home-schooled, yet more well-read than anyone in her class.
A man who raises his hand with interesting questions, actually pays attention, and asks if there’s any bonus work he can do.
A man who told her without fear after he was summoned, something that made her eyelids go heavy with need.
I want you.
I won’t tell anyone if you say…
“Yes!” she cries out, body tensing as she nears the edge. I reach around her bouncing hips and cup her pussy lightly, just enough to let her clit know I’m here.
If I were to touch it directly at this point, ecstasy might not break free.
We’d start at square one, striving to release her inhibitions.
While I’m all for elongating this, I’m supposed to be having lunch with my buddy Allen who’s probably wondering where the fuck I am right now.
“That’s right,” I grunt as she pulses with promise. “Give me that sweet pussy, Professor Miller. Give me it all. I want you cumming on my cock. I need to sit in class tomorrow knowing what your sweet honey feels like.”
She shudders in hot pulses as she bites her moans back in an effort to be quiet.
I grit my teeth as I become so hard, longing to fill her up. Holding my future kids at bay, I shake my head at how ridiculously great it feels to fuck.
No matter how much I evaluate it, overthink it, fucking just feels damn good.
As she starts melting, body relaxing in the aftermath, I pull out and take a gander at my slippery shaft. It’s the color of cabernet wine. “You want a taste?”
She drops to her knees, much to my surprise, and starts lapping. She’s eager, not talented. A lot of women don’t realize you make love to a cock the same way we do to your pussies. Enjoy it—that’s where the fun is.
But I’m so close, she could bite it and I’d cum.
I throw my head back, fisting her hair but with no pressure. No need to gag the woman for giving me a gift.
I wince as the hot burn tightens in my core.
Research shows that these add to a healthy body.
Some even say younger skin.
Orgasms.
Great feeling and good for you, too.
I shoot my heat, circling my hips. As she smiles, swallows, and wipes her lips, I catch my breath and smirk, “You get an A, Professor.”
“I thought you’d like that.”
“Oh, I more than liked it.”
“This can’t happen again.”
“I know. Could get complicated.” Pulling my pants up, I drag satisfied fingers through my dark brown hair and take a couple deep breaths to relish the zing in my bloodstream. “If you ever wear that dress again, just know that I’ll be thinking of how I pulled it up.”
“Deal,” she chuckles while adjusting the hem, but the laugh wasn’t light hearted. It was tinged with approaching shame.
Fuck that.
Cupping her chin I hold her gaze. “Enjoy what we just had. Never worry about me breathing a word to a soul about this. I’m a man of honor. You’re safe. You’re ravished. You were mine for this moment and I was yours. Now we’ll go on about our lives. This was part of our ride.”
She’s frowning at me. “You look at me like I’m beautiful.”
“You’re a woman aren’t you?”
Our lips touch for a moment. Nothing special. Nothing earned. I look at the clock, grab my backpack.
“Nobody has ever called me…”
I pause, waiting for her unfinished thought. “Beautiful?”
“Yes.”
Slinging my pack onto one shoulder, I stretch my neck. “Why do you think I kept my glasses on? I needed to drink you in. Couldn’t miss a second of your beauty. But I know what you’re thinking. You’re trying to live by society’s perceived standards and that’s hard to shake. I get it, Professor, I do. Where I was raised I didn’t fit in with the people who loved me, who shared one huge space. There were twenty or so at any given time, and I was different. You know what I learned? We have not just one thing, but many things that make us beautiful, unique, important. You’re not supposed to look like everyone else, Professor. You’re supposed to be you. When you embrace that and smile, that’s when you are who you really are. And trust me, when you’re teaching that class, I have seen you shine. On that note, I must say farewell. My friend Allen is wondering where I am.”
“Mr. Lewis!”
Cocking an eyebrow I push my glasses up. “Yes?”
“Thank you.”
I flash her a smile, holding her eyes. “Thank you.”
CHAPTER 2
T ONK JR.
I wash up in the mens room and check my hair. Through the swarm of students I make good time, bending and weaving until I burst outside the humid corridor into a stunning spring day.
So glad the cold is behind us.
New York City’s weather bears no similarities to South Vacherie, Louisiana’s. When I moved here everything changed—that’s what I willingly signed up for.
While I love my family, and that includes all who live at our ancient and decaying plantation, I’m invigorated by freedom.
With nobody judging me, or worrying about why I’m so fucking different from them, I’m finally staking a claim on my own as a man.
But snow can kiss my collegiate ass.
“Tonk Jr.! Over here!” Allen calls from the corner of Amsterdam
