Page 12 of His Favorite Student
Snatching her by the hips, I lift her out of the chair and onto the edge of my desk. She goes easily, allowing her legs to slide apart, giving me a perfect view of her pretty pussy.
I tug her neckline down and expose the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. Two perfect, milky mounds with delicate pink nipples that send my appetite soaring.
Then I lower the vibrator down to her, setting it against her clit. Her entire body snaps like a live wire. “Oh my God—”
Nodding, I smile down at her. “And that’s just the lowest setting.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“There aresix more.”
She looks down, taking in the show, but as I apply more pressure, her head falls back, and she clutches on to the desk for dear life. I keep the toy steady and slide my fingers back inside, curling them against her G-spot.
She grabs my shirt again and nearly twists it into pieces as she pulls me close enough that our foreheads press together. I inhale deeply, drinking her scent, feeling every single wonderful tremor that runs through her.
“Professor—”
“Call me August,” I tell her.
“August.” Her voice is soft and muffled as she speaks into my chest. “I think I’m going to—”
“Yes you are,” I reply, twisting the power up one setting. Just one notch and her nails dig into the fabric of my shirt, pressing into my skin. “Let it happen. Your body knows just what to do. Trust it.”
“I do. I trustyou, August,” she says. Her words nearly knock me out. She does. I can see it. This girl who I just met this morning trusts me completely.
Her third orgasm builds quickly and powerfully. I feel her body tighten beneath me, hear her breath go shallow and stuttered. I feel her thighs begin to shake and hear the things on my desk begin to rattle. I press down on her with my body, my cock screaming to be where my fingers are.
No. Not yet. She still has much to learn.
“Come for me, Jessie. Come.”
And then she lets go.
She arches off the desk, screaming my name, her juicy cunt locking my fingers so hard that I groan back, holding her through the entirety of her climax. Every wave, every tremor, every involuntary contraction as she clenches down again and again, weeping moans of pleasure that I will hear in my head for the rest of my life.
When she finally begins to come down, she’s quivering from head to toe, and her face is soaked with tears. She clutches me, hanging on like I’m the only solid thing in a world which has turned to vapor around her.
I remove the vibrator, switch it off, and set it aside. Easing my fingers slowly out of her, I smile as she whimpers at the loss. With a final lick, I taste her hole before I pull her dress back down over her thighs and hold her against my chest.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but finally, she asks me for some water. I hand her a glass, and she sips it slowly, looking around my office like she’s remembering where she is.
Gerald, the skeleton, looks on quietly without judgment.
“Good girl,” I tell her without even thinking about it. The words just come out naturally.
She looks at me, and something moves through her eyes that there is simply no anatomical definition for. Something warm and new, almost like she’s proud of fulfilling her first lesson.
“Oh,” she says, like she’s forgotten something. Quickly, she takes her green pen, opens her notebook to a fresh page, and scribbles something down. It’s like she’s taking notes on what I just taught her.
That’s right. This was just an act of education. I genuinely care for my student and am filling a gap in her understanding.
Yeah, I’m lying my ass off.
I want this girl more than life itself. My hands are shaking, which is something they haven’t done in years. Not since before I started surgery.
I gave Jessie this lesson because she walked into my lecture hall and changed my life forever.
And now that I’ve had my first taste, I’m going to be back for more.
