Chapter 218
**Tom**
With a growl, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. Her fingers glistened with her juices, and without thinking, I brought them to my mouth. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating.
She moaned as I sucked her fingers clean, hips still rocking in desperate need. "Tom, please," she whimpered.
I dropped to my knees between her legs. "You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" I grinned wickedly before diving in.
My tongue licked a long, slow path up her slit, savoring the taste of her arousal. She gasped, fingers gripping the couch cushions again as I explored every inch of her pussy with my tongue.
"Fuck!" she cried out when I found her clit and sucked gently.
I looked up at her from between her legs, loving the way she writhed under my touch. Her tits bounced with each movement, nipples hard and begging for attention.
"You taste so fucking good," I murmured against her clit before diving back in. My tongue flicked and swirled around the sensitive nub while my fingers found their way back inside her wet heat.
"Tom!" she screamed as I thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy. The walls clenched around me, desperate for more.
I worked my fingers faster, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside her while sucking harder on her clit. Her cries grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her pleasure.
"Oh god," she panted, hips bucking wildly against my face. "I'm gonna come."
"Not yet," I growled, pulling back just enough to tease her entrance with my tongue while keeping my fingers deep inside.
She whimpered in frustration but didn't stop moving those perfect hips against me. "Please."
I smirked against her folds before diving back in with renewed vigor. My tongue and fingers worked together in perfect harmony, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed as I felt the first tremors of her orgasm begin to build.
"That's it," I murmured between licks and thrusts. "Come for me."
Her body arched off the couch as she came hard around my fingers and tongue. The taste of her orgasm flooded my mouth as I lapped up every drop greedily.
When she finally came down from the high, she lay there panting and trembling beneath me. Her eyes were half-closed with satisfaction but still burned with desire.
I pulled back slowly, licking my lips clean before standing up again. "You think you can handle more?"
Sara's eyes widened slightly but then narrowed with determination. "Bring it on," she challenged.
I didn't need another invitation. I reached down, cupping her chin and tilting her head back slightly. She smiled up at me, a wicked little grin that sent a rush of blood straight to my cock.
She didn't waste time, wrapping her hand around my hardening erection and giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. Her touch was electric, each pass up and down my shaft, making me throb with need.
"Fuck, Sara," I groaned, my hips instinctively thrusting into her hand. "You're driving me wild."
"Just getting started," she murmured.
I grabbed a condom, tearing the wrapper with my teeth and rolling it on efficiently. Her eyes never left my cock, her pupils dilated with lust as she watched me prepare.
"Turn around," I commanded.
She obeyed without hesitation, getting on all fours on the couch and arching her back, presenting her bare ass to me. The sight of her ass high and pussy glistening with arousal nearly made me lose it right there.
I couldn't resist. I leaned down, delivering a sharp slap to one cheek. She yelped, the sound a mix of surprise and delight.
"Is that how you like it?" I asked, voice low and gravelly.
"It's a start," she replied, wiggling her ass invitingly.
I positioned myself behind her, my cock brushing against her entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, I pushed inside, filling her completely.
She moaned, her fingers digging into the cushions as she adjusted to my length. I gave her a moment before I started moving, each thrust deep and controlled.
"Fuck, you're tight," I growled, my hands gripping her hips firmly.
"Harder," she gasped, pushing back against me.
I obliged, driving into her with more force. Her pussy clenched around me, wet and welcoming. My hands slid up her sides, finding her breasts and squeezing. Her nipples were hard peaks beneath my fingers, and I played with them, rolling and tugging.
"God, Tom," she moaned, her body shuddering with each thrust. "Feels so good."
"Yeah? You like me fucking you like this?"
She whimpered in response, her hips rocking back to meet mine. I pinched her nipples harder, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from her.
I kept fucking her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. Her pussy was a slick, hot haven around my cock, and I could feel the tension building in both of us.
"Tom, I'm so close," she panted.
"Then come for me, Sara," I urged, increasing my pace. "Come all over my cock."
Her body tensed, and then she shattered around me, her pussy clenching tight as she came with a loud, keening cry.
Then, with a small chuckle, she pushed herself up and turned to face me. "Your turn," she said, eyes still dark with desire.
Before I could protest, she straddled me, her pussy sliding over my cock. She took me in again with a sigh of satisfaction, her hands bracing against my chest as she started to ride.
I watched her, mesmerized by the way her tits bounced with each movement. She was wild and uninhibited, grinding down on me with an intensity that made my head spin.
"Fuck, Sara," I managed, my hands finding her hips and guiding her movements. "You're amazing."
She smirked, leaning down to kiss me. It was a messy, desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue, and it made me even harder.
"You're not too bad yourself," she whispered.
She fucked me like she had something to prove, her pussy squeezing me tight with every lift and fall of her hips. I couldn't get enough of her, the sensation of her warmth around me driving me to the edge.
"Tom," she gasped, her pace quickening. "I'm going to come again."
"Do it," I urged, my restraint hanging by a thread. "Come for me."
She cried out, her whole body tensing as she climaxed again. The sight of her lost in pleasure pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, filling the condom.
We collapsed back onto the couch, spent and breathing heavily. She lay on top of me, still trembling from the aftershocks.
"Tom," she murmured, her face nuzzling into my neck after a moment.
"Hmm?"
"You're going to need to change your clothes before class."
I laughed. "You're probably right."
She raised her head with a satisfied little smile. "We should get cleaned up," she suggested, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
"But this is much more fun," I countered, pulling her closer and kissing the top of her head.
She laughed. "But seriously, you can't go to class covered in cum."
I groaned, but I knew she was right. "Alright, alright. Let's get cleaned up."
She climbed off me, and I followed her to the bathroom, where we quickly washed up. After tossing the condom, I grabbed a fresh pair of pants from my closet.
Sara watched me, still wearing my shirt, her eyes following my movements with unconcealed appreciation.
"You know," she said casually, "we could always skip the next class."
I raised an eyebrow at her, zipping up my pants. "You trying to get me into trouble?"
"Maybe," she replied with a cheeky grin.
I shook my head, smiling. "Unfortunately, I can't skip. But believe me, I'll be counting down the seconds until I can get back to you."
She pouted, but there was a glint of understanding in her eyes. "Alright, Professor. Go be responsible. Just remember, you owe me."
"Oh, I won't forget," I promised, giving her one last lingering kiss.
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