Page 109 of Fundamentals of Being a Good Girl
She twists so she can glare up at me. “To be clear, logic can go to hell.”
“It’ll have to,” I murmur, nuzzling her hair again. “I’m too selfish.”
“And if it doesn’t work, well, then we all know you’re the world champion at breaking up. And it will be okay.”
It will be okay.We’llbe okay. And that’s how I know this thing between us can’t be all bad, because in every version of the future, even the ones where we don’t end up together, we will both be okay. Sad, maybe. Lonely for a while, perhaps. But respected and cared for and okay.
Her waist is so warm under my hands, so soft through the expensive material of her clothes. “Is class dismissed, Professor Kowalczk?”
She arches a little so that her breasts push out and her curvy bottom grazes my lap. I let out a wounded hiss at the contact, my trapped and swelling cock trying to surge closer to her.
“Not even a little,” she says, satisfaction dripping from the words.
“Does that mean you have more anatomy to teach me?”
In response, she guides my hands up to the perky handfuls beneath her blouse, and then grinds back against me as I squeeze them. I’m fully hard now, and with the door locked, I don’t waste any time. I slide a hand under her skirt and find her completely naked.
“Such a bad girl,” I grunt, checking to see if she’s wet—she is—and then I start unbuckling.
“Oh god, oh god.” She’s shuddering and yanking up her skirt and trying to arch her back even more, and the minute the head of my cock slips against her opening, she starts begging, pleading, words falling from her lips like a closing argument—you have to, you must, feel how much I need it, if you don’t, I’ll die, I’ll die.
The words break into a moan as I push inside, nerve endings on nerve endings, soft around hard, hot against hot. I make a noise too, engulfed by silk, by the slick squeeze of her inner walls, buried in a snug, velvet cunt from root to crown. I’m about to grab her hips to fuck away every last moment we weren’t together when I catch sight of her high heel out of the corner of my vision.
“These bratty little heels,” I growl, and then use her hips to push her to the desk. She stumbles, catches herself on her hands, and then with a saucy look back at me, bends at the waist, knowing that it’s only a skirt that separates me from what I want.
I yank it up impatiently, guide one knee so it’s resting on the desk and her cunt is right there for the taking, and then I fit myself right back into her body like I never left.
“Be a good girl and make yourself come,” I tell her, thrusting into her with deep, demanding strokes. I keep one hand on her hip and then slide the other to her foot, trace my fingers along the ankle strap. I want to rub my cock on it. I want to come all over it. I want to fuck her in these heels every night.
“Not a problem,” she breathily replies, her hand wedged just where she needs it and her fingers hard at work. “This is—fuck, this is so hot—”
She’s telling me. I’ve got Stern Teacher Maddie bent over a desk in a classroom, her ankle-strapped heel in one hand, her moans filling the air as she masturbates and I use her pretty pussy for myself and—
She comes with a keening wail, and I go rigid, letting the rippling clenches of her core take me all the way home, extracting the pleasure out of my body like a debt to be paid, and then I fold over her with a groan as I release pulse after pulse of my orgasm inside her. So much of it, a lonely man’s worth, and she’s giggling underneath me by the time I finish.
“Been a while, Mr. Loe? I can already feel it running down my thighs.”
“Stop—ah—stop laughing, it hurts,” I grumble, wincing as she giggles again and it squeezes my sensitive organ.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll start taking anatomy very seriously.”
“You already did. I’m actually impressed.” I carefully work my way free and then wince a second time after I see what a slick mess she is. “Stay here.”
I go to get my scarf while she sighs happily over the desk.
“I’m glad you appreciated it. And I didn’t even get to the endoplasmic reticulum.”
I use the scarf to clean her up, and then I help her rearrange her clothes after I make sure she can stand without swaying.
“You know—” I start, and she does get a little serious then, her lips pressing together as she nods.
“I know. We need to talk more. Figure out what happens next. Take an inventory of where we stand.”
I run my hand down the row of still-buttoned buttons on her blouse. “Actually, I was about to say that the kids are all with Sara, and I have the house completely to myself this weekend.”
Maddie’s lips part... and then curve into a catlike smile. “In that case, Mr. Loe, I have so much more anatomy to teach you.”
Chapter Forty
