something special.”
“Those are special, Aria.” I place
my hand on her knee. “Now take them off.”
“Here?” she squeaks.
I nod.
She looks behind us.
Thank Christ, it’s still a ghost
town.
Aria proceeds to wiggle out of
them, before placing the white cotton in my hand.
Now, I know it’s crude, but I can’t
fucking help myself. This girl makes me nuts. I put those pure cotton panties
up to my nose and inhale deeply, letting her musky scent wash over me. It’s
intoxicating and delicious and I can’t stop what comes next.
Aria turns toward me again. Her
skirt now barely covering her most intimate bits. She spreads her legs again,
flashing her glistening pussy to me.
“Now what, Professor?” she asks.
“Now we move into that room,” I
growl.
“But –” she starts.
I don’t listen.
I pull her into the study room and
throw a chair up against the door, tipping it under the knob in a makeshift
lock.
“The skirt comes off. Now.”
Aria swallows and it’s almost my
undoing.
When the skirt falls from her body
and pools around her ankles, I follow her lead and get rid of my pants and
boxers. Then I lower myself into a chair in the corner of the room.
“Professor,” Aria says in mock
surprise. She’s enjoying this little game.
“Come here, Aria. It’s time you
learn not to stand me up in this condition, or make me wait.”
She takes one step closer and I
fasten my hands on her hips, lifting her lithe body over me and onto my aching
cock. She straddles my legs easily, letting me sink into her at an excruciatingly
slow pace.
Tight. Oh God, she’s so tight.
“You understand what you did
wrong?” I stay in character, feeling surrounded by her slick heat. I hold
steady, refusing to move yet.
She nods, eyes wide.
“You won’t do it again?”
Aria shakes her head.
Then in one swift movement, I slide
my hand up her shirt and pinch her nipple.
Hard.
“Asshole,” she says on an exhale. But
once again, her body betrays her as she pushes her chest toward me.
So I do it to her left nipple, not
letting go this time.
“Bastard.”
And then I thrust into her.
“Oh my God,” are the next words out
of her mouth, followed by a series of muddled curses.
“That’s what I thought.”
I pull in and out of her tight channel
and the friction is sublime. She meets me thrust for thrust, riding me
recklessly. I know she’s mine to do as I please. And I want to fuck her until
she can’t walk.
But we don’t have time for that.
I turn her around, bend her over
the table, and bury myself to the hilt. She cries out because I’m so deep. And
it is so incredible this way. I pull her shirt up over her head, binding her
arms with it. She has another front-clasp bra on so I pop it open, exposing her
perfectly.
Her moans and cries are pure need.
I ride her harder and harder, until
her inner walls tighten around me in a punishing hold.
When her legs begin to shake, I
reach around and push my thumb on her clit, pounding into her one last time.
She comes brilliantly and I follow
right behind.
ARIA
I reassemble myself
after what has to be the most sexually thrilling experience of my life. Though
with Tris, it just seems to get better and better.
“Aria,” he groans after we both
come. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“I … I ... I.”
Try again.
“What is it?” Tris asks in a voice
so soft, it makes me want to crawl back in his lap again.
He actually came looking for me.
Sure, it was the ultimate booty call, or booty delivery, but he wants me enough
to make the effort and I can’t help but want him too.
“I loved that,” I tell him.
“It wasn’t too much?” he asks
again.
“It was exactly what I wanted and
what I needed. What about you?”
“Baby, you have no idea. You’ve
wrecked me completely.”
***
The following night, I’m already missing
Tris. Shit, this is what I was afraid of. I don’t have room in my life for
this. I
“Those are special, Aria.” I place
my hand on her knee. “Now take them off.”
“Here?” she squeaks.
I nod.
She looks behind us.
Thank Christ, it’s still a ghost
town.
Aria proceeds to wiggle out of
them, before placing the white cotton in my hand.
Now, I know it’s crude, but I can’t
fucking help myself. This girl makes me nuts. I put those pure cotton panties
up to my nose and inhale deeply, letting her musky scent wash over me. It’s
intoxicating and delicious and I can’t stop what comes next.
Aria turns toward me again. Her
skirt now barely covering her most intimate bits. She spreads her legs again,
flashing her glistening pussy to me.
“Now what, Professor?” she asks.
“Now we move into that room,” I
growl.
“But –” she starts.
I don’t listen.
I pull her into the study room and
throw a chair up against the door, tipping it under the knob in a makeshift
lock.
“The skirt comes off. Now.”
Aria swallows and it’s almost my
undoing.
When the skirt falls from her body
and pools around her ankles, I follow her lead and get rid of my pants and
boxers. Then I lower myself into a chair in the corner of the room.
“Professor,” Aria says in mock
surprise. She’s enjoying this little game.
“Come here, Aria. It’s time you
learn not to stand me up in this condition, or make me wait.”
She takes one step closer and I
fasten my hands on her hips, lifting her lithe body over me and onto my aching
cock. She straddles my legs easily, letting me sink into her at an excruciatingly
slow pace.
Tight. Oh God, she’s so tight.
“You understand what you did
wrong?” I stay in character, feeling surrounded by her slick heat. I hold
steady, refusing to move yet.
She nods, eyes wide.
“You won’t do it again?”
Aria shakes her head.
Then in one swift movement, I slide
my hand up her shirt and pinch her nipple.
Hard.
“Asshole,” she says on an exhale. But
once again, her body betrays her as she pushes her chest toward me.
So I do it to her left nipple, not
letting go this time.
“Bastard.”
And then I thrust into her.
“Oh my God,” are the next words out
of her mouth, followed by a series of muddled curses.
“That’s what I thought.”
I pull in and out of her tight channel
and the friction is sublime. She meets me thrust for thrust, riding me
recklessly. I know she’s mine to do as I please. And I want to fuck her until
she can’t walk.
But we don’t have time for that.
I turn her around, bend her over
the table, and bury myself to the hilt. She cries out because I’m so deep. And
it is so incredible this way. I pull her shirt up over her head, binding her
arms with it. She has another front-clasp bra on so I pop it open, exposing her
perfectly.
Her moans and cries are pure need.
I ride her harder and harder, until
her inner walls tighten around me in a punishing hold.
When her legs begin to shake, I
reach around and push my thumb on her clit, pounding into her one last time.
She comes brilliantly and I follow
right behind.
ARIA
I reassemble myself
after what has to be the most sexually thrilling experience of my life. Though
with Tris, it just seems to get better and better.
“Aria,” he groans after we both
come. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“I … I ... I.”
Try again.
“What is it?” Tris asks in a voice
so soft, it makes me want to crawl back in his lap again.
He actually came looking for me.
Sure, it was the ultimate booty call, or booty delivery, but he wants me enough
to make the effort and I can’t help but want him too.
“I loved that,” I tell him.
“It wasn’t too much?” he asks
again.
“It was exactly what I wanted and
what I needed. What about you?”
“Baby, you have no idea. You’ve
wrecked me completely.”
***
The following night, I’m already missing
Tris. Shit, this is what I was afraid of. I don’t have room in my life for
this. I
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