I can hear his hand pumping his length. The slick sound of his precome against his skin, making me want to turn and watch.
“Touch yourself, Sheree. Finger your little hole so I can fit inside,” he says. His voice grating. “Look at what you do to me,” he rasps. “Look.”
I turn my head enough to see he’s moved back so I can get a better look and the sight of him tossing his head back, eyes closed in ecstasy as he pumps his huge cock is too much for me.
I keep one hand on my ass cheek, the other is knuckles deep inside me in seconds.
Grinding my fingers inside, I use the flat of my palm to rub my swollen clit as I watch him.
I whimper out loud, then gasp. Finally crying out to him. I can’t take it anymore.
I need him inside of me.
I need his skin on mine.
I need his seed in my womb.
“Michael… Professor! Pleeease!”
Chapter Sixteen
Michael
Am I really surprised?
Would I expect anything less from my girl? Soon to be claimed and made a real woman.
Giving voice to every thought I’ve had, finding her scarf in my desk drawer, rekindling all the emotion I’ve suppressed for so long.
She’ll either run a mile or get wetter for it, I told myself as I reached for the scarf. Way before I saw her dressed in nothing but my old college jacket.
Now here we are, her bent over her tiny desk in front of me. Her tits jiggling on top of it as she finger fucks herself, getting herself primed to take the massive hard on I’m pumping in sheer excitement as I watch her.
I could, and plan to watch her naked under just my jacket like this for days at a time.
But for now, I need to fill her with our babies.
I need to take her the way I just know she’s fantasized as much as I’ve spray painted my office fantasizing the same thing.
By the time I feel my seed rising up my shaft. My balls are so tight, I feel it truly is our time, I have to smile to myself.
With the growling grin of an alpha wolf who’s claimed his prize.
His meal for the day, and every day from now on.
His mate.
Sheree. My woman from now on.
She’s not just asking, and I’m not just obliging.
She’s begging for me by the time I grip her thick hips with both hands from behind.
Her trembling hand reaches back for me, my already twitching dick slick with my milky white precome.
The seed I’ve longed to put in her since she first stepped into my class as a young woman so long ago.
About to be claimed, made a woman properly. Mine.
She’s done a fine job showing off for me, so wet I can feel it on my thighs as they push her own creamy white thighs further apart.
The smoothness of her sex against my throbbing rod is enough to see us both gasping in disbelief, her tight pink lips already stretched as I trace her opening with my cock.
Its stiffness is so great I don’t even have to guide or hold it.
It knows the way home, and it knows its mission.
“Fuck, you are tight, baby,” I grunt. Moving one hand so I can feel her pussy straining on either side of my hardness between her splayed legs.
She cries out, but not in pain. She calling out because she’s never felt so fucking good in her life.
Never felt so wanted. Never felt so needed by anyone.
“Ugh! Fuck me, Michael… I can take it… Fuck meeeee….” she growls, thrusting herself back against my thick rod, her slick wetness stabbing at it over and over again.
It’s gonna take some doing to get inside her to the hilt, but damn. If she can’t wait for it. She’s like a wild cat in heat, arching her back, and using her free hand to spread herself wider, willing herself to take my cock deep inside her tight little hole.
“You really want this?” I ask her, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it again and again.
Wanting to hear her swear loudly, hear her skin slapping against mine. Hear her breath panting as she starts to feel me working my way inside her.
“I… I… ugh!” she gasps, gripping the desk with both hands now and tossing her head so hard her long blond hair comes loose, splaying across her back and shoulders, over my jacket.
The jacket I move up, exposing the small of her back, and resting a firm hand on it, the other gripping her hip hard, I feel myself sliding deeper inside her as she starts to rotate her hips.
Moaning like she’s possessed.
Laughing and then breathing in sharply.
Twitching and jerking her whole body.
Gliding only a quarter of an inch at a time, whimpering and gnashing her teeth when she feels her tightness contract.