Two of his fingers slipped inside, then he drilled them into her several times.
“Yes, sir. I am so bad. My pussy is so wet.”
Her face burned at the words. She never used the word “pussy,” but then, right now she was a bad coed who used words she shouldn’t.
“Pussy?” He smacked her bottom again. “That isn’t a word a nice girl should use.”
“I know, sir. I shouldn’t say ‘pussy.’ I shouldn’t tell you how wet my pussy is . . . or how much I’d like a nice hard cock to ram into my pussy . . . really hard. . . .”
He smacked her bottom again, then placed the tip of his cock against her.
“Oh, sir. You shouldn’t put your cock in my pussy. You shouldn’t fuck me. Maybe I should spank you.”
He thrust forward, fully impaling her in one stroke.
“Oh God, sir. Your big cock feels so good in my wet pussy.”
He grabbed her breasts and stroked them roughly, then tugged on her nipples. “You are so bad.” He stroked his cheek against hers, then nipped her earlobe.
“Yes, sir. So bad. I want to be fucked by you so bad.”
He groaned, then thrust into her again. And again.
His cock stretched her as it drove into her over and over. That and his rough caresses on her breasts sent her heartbeat racing.
Pleasure rose in her with every thrust. He groaned in her ear as he drilled into her.
“Oh, Professor Jamieson. Make me come.”
Heat wafted through her. Intense, burning pleasure.
He squeezed her breasts. “I want my bad girl to come right now.”
As if by magic, on his command an orgasm exploded within her. She gasped, then expelled a long breath as the pleasure spun through her in a dizzying wave of bliss.
He kept thrusting, then pulled her tight against him as he released inside her.
After a few moments, he loosened his hold on her and drew his spent cock from inside her, then fell back in his chair.
She turned around to face him.
“Okay, so what do I do to get an A?”
He chuckled. “You tell me.”
Danielle pulled on his tie to draw him to his feet, then pushed him onto one of his visitor’s chairs—one with no armrests—and climbed on his lap. She stroked her fingers over her breasts, watching the heat simmer in his blue eyes. She tucked her hands under each mound, lifting them, then offered him one. He took the rosy bud into his mouth and sucked while she eased his semirigid cock inside her. The feel of his mouth on her nipple sent thrilling sensations spiraling through her. She rotated her hips first one way, then the other, swirling him inside her.
His cock swelled within her. She rocked and swirled around and around, grinding her pelvis into his. Soon his cock was rock hard and standing tall. Still inside her.
“Oh . . .” The first wave of a new orgasm caught her off guard.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and helped her keep her rhythm. She began moving up and down, driving him deeper inside her. The pleasure intensified, until she moaned in pure ecstasy as his cock continued to plunge inside her. Deep and hard.
Just as her pleasure eased off, he erupted inside her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, loving the feel of his hard body against her . . . and inside her.
He kissed her ear.
“I definitely think that deserved an A plus.”
“So do you think Trey’s sisters will like me?” Danielle asked.
“Of course they will.” Jake slid his arm around her on the wooden bench as they watched five baby ducklings waddle after their mother as she led them to the small lake. Sunlight glittered through the trees as the leaves rustled in the light breeze.
She wasn’t sure about meeting Trey’s sisters. It made her nervous. Maybe because she’d never had a sister. Nor a brother. The girls she’d been in the group foster home with hadn’t been very close. Usually, they hadn’t gotten along and they’d bickered about things.
Would Trey’s sisters judge her as unfit for their brother? It shouldn’t matter to her—she wasn’t in a real romance with Trey—but it was important to him.
“I’m not sure how to act around them.”
“Just be yourself . . . and act like you’re head over heels for Trey.”
“You don’t mind? You’re not jealous?”
“Well, maybe a little.”
The serious look in his eyes made her wonder. She had meant was he jealous that she would be monopolizing Trey’s time, and affection, but she could almost believe he was jealous of Trey being with her.
Of course, that was just wishful thinking. Jake might like having sex with her and Trey, but it was Trey he loved.
“I asked Trey about his interest in men and he said he hasn’t been with a man since he was with you. When I tried to push him on it, he changed the subject. That, and the fact he wants his sisters to believe he has a girlfriend when he’s never found a woman he’s interested in enough for a long-term relationship, tell me that he is in a state of denial.”
Jake stretched his arms along the back of the bench. “I agree.”
“Do you really think his family will think less of him if they find out he likes men?”
Jake shrugged. “I don’t think so, but it’s hard to say. Since Trey is very close to his family and it would devastate him if this caused a barrier between them, I understand his caution.”
“I guess so.” She’d never had a family, but she could see that if she had, she would never want to do anything to alienate them. Still, denying who you are to meet someone else’s criteria . . . especially when you’re not even sure of those criteria . . . seemed a little extreme.
“There’s Trey now.”
She glanced in the direction of Jake’s gaze and saw Trey ambling along the walkway toward them. She and Jake
