It wasn’t
a regular orgasm either; it was something I could only describe a “full body.” My limbs tingled and began to quiver as a lush heat spread through me. Mr. Cox’s hard body pressed against my back and his hips moved back and forth as he fucked me.
With each stroke, his balls pressed against my pussy, and while he’d told me to keep my eyes closed, I had to disobey him and open them.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I told him. He grinned like a model and brought his lips to mine.
“And you are such a good student.”
I groaned as our lips met and lost myself in how incredibly lucky I was.
My video had not only saved Mr. Cox’s reputation but had also put Mrs. A. out of a job. Everything she had hoped would happen to him had happened to her instead. Complete and total backfire.
She was fired immediately and Mr. Cox was advised to pursue legal action against her but chose not to.
“I just want to put all this behind us,” he’d said. “So we can move on with our lives.”
And that’s exactly what we did.
I told my parents about him, and although they weren’t thrilled immediately (especially my dad), they were warming up to it and gave me their blessing when he proposed two months later.
It was fast, but why hold back when you know you’ve met the one? I spent four days a week at my dorm and the other three with him and would have spent more but he wanted to make sure I had a real college experience so he insisted I stay there at least half the week.
We didn’t have a wedding date set just yet, but I was hoping for something in the summer, and Margie was already sending me dress ideas every other week. I think she was actually more excited than me somehow!
Mr. Cox was the perfect man and I knew he’d be the perfect husband. He was tall, handsome, smart, considerate and loving—
…oh, and then there was that other thing that was currently buried deep inside me urging me closer and closer to the point of no return.
“You love it, baby?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes!”
“I want you to come for me,” he said in that voice that reminded me how much I was his.
“I want to come for you, baby…”
“Come for me with my big dick in your ass,” he groaned.
“Oh, fuck…” I groaned. My fiancé’s dirty talk drove me wild and made me feel so naughty. I felt so lucky that I had a partner who would act out these fantasies with me—pull out a massage table and rub me down before taking my anal virginity.
The final frontier, I thought as my orgasm screamed towards me like a 747.
“I’m gonna come, baby!” I cried out as his dick pulsed inside me.
“Me too,” he growled.
His cock pulsed and he sprayed hot cum inside me, sending me over the edge. I tried to scream but my breath caught in my lungs and all I could do was press down hard on my clit as my entire body was racked by the most powerful, unique orgasm I’d ever had.
“Come for me,” he growled. “Come!”
His hot load poured into me as the warm ecstasy wrapped me in its arms. Our oiled-up bodies pressed together and I clutched his hip with my free hand and held him deep inside me as I took everything he had to give. By the time it was all over and we were both coming down, I could hardly remember my name.
“Wo—wow…” I stammered as he slid out of me and lay down at my side, throwing his strong arm around me.
“Very good job, Miss Powell,” he whispered. “I give you an A for effort.”
“Just effort?!” I protested.