Chapter 75
**Tom**
I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean. Sara watched me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
"Turn over," I ordered.
She hesitated for a moment, then did as I asked, rolling onto her stomach and lifting her hips. I groaned at the sight of her ass, round and inviting, her pussy glistening with her arousal.
"Beautiful," I muttered, running my hands over her ass, spreading her cheeks to get a better look. "Absolutely beautiful."
"Tom, please," she begged, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Please, what?"
"Fuck me. I need you inside me."
I gripped the base of my cock, feeling it throb eagerly in my hand. The sight before me—a beautiful, begging woman, her desire palpable—was enough to make anyone weak at the knees. But I was unlike most men; I had to admit I relished taking my time, stretching these moments of pleasure into something that felt everlasting.
"Now, Professor," she pleaded, throwing a teasing look back over her shoulder. Her hair tumbled in wild, misplaced strands, begging to be tugged. "I'm dying here."
"And why should I rush through my lectures, Ms. Parker?"
I positioned myself behind her, my cock rubbing lightly against her folds. Her hips wiggled rhythmically, like she was trying to take matters into her own hands—or rather—pussy.
"Patience is a virtue," I mused, gripping her hips for a moment, steadying them. A light slap on her ass made her squeal, and I felt her pussy clench in anticipation.
"I don't like your kind of patience," she quipped, her voice carrying the husky promise of pleasure. "I'd rather have your cock."
That got to me—the straightforward audacity of it. I lined myself up, slowly easing just the tip inside her. Her pussy was warm, inviting, a hot velvet grip that made my breath catch.
She pushed back against me, trying to swallow me whole. Damn, this woman was eager.
"Keep that up, and I'll have to consider giving you a detention."
"What are you going to do, bend me over a desk?" she shot back, the challenge in her voice egging me on. "Punish me, Professor?"
I sunk deeper, her pussy enveloping me inch by inch, caressing my cock in a way that no cold shower could remedy. And maybe she was right. Maybe she did deserve a lesson.
Leaning over her, I brushed the hair from her face, whispering, "Does the naughty student enjoy being punished?"
Her breath hitched, and she pressed her ass back against me, signaling an eager yes. I thrust into her—hard, deep—riding each wave of sensation, becoming the undulating rhythm she craved. She let out a stream of curses as I filled her to the hilt, marking my territory in a way neither of us would soon forget.
"Bastard," she gasped, her fingers curling into the pillows. "Teach me, then."
I set a punishing pace, no longer delaying what we both needed. Each thrust embedded my cock deeper, her moaning sharp and sweet in its abandon. I slid a hand down, finding her clit. Circles—there, right there—made her body quake, a fine tremor that shot straight through her core.
"Tom—" her voice broke into a delicious whimper that drove me wild. Tightly wound and fevered with need, I was relentless, watching as her body squirmed and danced at my touch.
"Say my name," I commanded, rolling her clit just as she liked it, feeling the familiar ecstatic flutter grow.
"Tom! Oh God, Tom!"
Her cries were a crescendo, beautiful in their breathless peak as I pushed her right over the edge. She climaxed around me, her pussy convulsing with wet fury, drawing me deeper into her madness.
It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Every pulse, every convulsion sent pleasure shooting up my spine. Her cries were music to my ears, a symphony of raw, unfiltered desire.
But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
"Good girl," I murmured. "But we're not finished yet."
I withdrew slowly, savoring the way her pussy reluctantly let me go. She whimpered at the loss, her hips instinctively pushing back, trying to draw me back in. I gave her a playful slap on the ass, earning a gasp.
"Impatient, aren't we?" I teased, my cock throbbing with need.
"Please, Tom," she begged. "I need you."
"Is that so?" I asked, positioning myself at her entrance once more. "How bad do you need it?"
"So bad," she panted, her hips wiggling invitingly. "Please, fuck me. Fill me up with that big cock of yours."
Her words sent a jolt of lust straight to my core. I couldn't hold back any longer. With a growl, I thrust back into her, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, her body arching in pleasure.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets. "Just like that."
I set a relentless pace, each thrust driving me deeper into her tight, wet heat. Her pussy clenched around me, milking my cock, driving me wild. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with my thrusts.
"You're so fucking tight," I groaned, feeling the pressure building. "So perfect."
"Tom," she gasped, her voice breathless. "I'm gonna come again."
"Do it," I urged, my thumb pressing harder against her clit. "Come for me, Sara. Let me feel you."
Her body tensed, her pussy clamping down on my cock as another orgasm ripped through her. She screamed my name, her back arching, her fingers clutching the sheets like a lifeline. The sight of her coming apart beneath me was enough to push me over the edge.
"Fuck, Sara," I groaned, my hips slamming into her one last time. I felt the heat building, the pressure reaching its peak. "I'm gonna come."
"Do it," she urged, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Come inside me. Fill me up."
With a roar, I let go, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I spilled into her, each pulse of my cock sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her pussy milked me for every last drop, drawing out my release until I was completely spent.
We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths in ragged gasps. I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me so she lay sprawled across my chest. She looked up at me, a satisfied smile on her lips.
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