AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (3)

“Hold it,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding as he buried his fingers even deeper inside me.

“Fuck!” I gasped. Hold it? Was that even physically possible! “I can't, sir.”

The ceiling of his office blurred above me; I couldn't fight the wave anymore.

“Please, Liam…ahh! Let me cum;” I pleaded, tears of pure overstimulation forcing their way to the corners of my eyes.

Suddenly I felt his hand slide out of me, but the relief was short-lived. He used two fingers from both hands to hook the edges of my opening, stretching me wide before ruthlessly digging back into my soaked center.

I yelped at the sudden intrusion.

“Now cum for me, Little Ciara.”

I barely processed the rest of his words. Like an obedient, well-trained student, my entire body vibrated violently as I squirted, convulsing against the sofa desperately trying to find some sense of balance as the hot liquid rushed out of me, soaking the leather beneath my hips. It was an absolutely heavenly, devasting feeling.

As my senses drifted back to reality, the quiet room was filled with the sharp unzipping sound, accompanied by Liam's thick,heavy breathing. I lifted my head blinking past the gaze and fuck.

I already knew this man was a literal work of art, but the sheer size of the bulge he freed from his trousers defied logic. I instinctively pulled a finger into my mouth, staring wide-eyed at the thick aggressive pointing directly at my face.

“See what you've done, little Ciara?” He stepped over my sprawling figur, effortlessly undoing the remaining buttons of his blue shirt.

“You need to take responsibility for this now.”

A flirty smile tugged at my kiss, and I started to push myself up off the cushions - but he immediately pinned me back down.

Before I could even question him, he planted one leg firmly on the sofa and kept the other one the floor, trapping me completely beneath the heavy, dominant structure of his body.

Lean, muscular and unyielding. Without a second of warning, he leaned forward and filled my mouth with his cock.

I choked automatically in surprise, but he didn't give me room to adjust. He was already thrusting, driving his length deep down my throat.

I couldn't breathe and damn…he tasted entirely like sin.

“Ahh…your mouth is as tight as your cunt.” He groaned, his large hand wrapping my hair to anchor my head in place.

My hand gripped his waist tightly, my fingers digging into his hips.

“Glurp..glurp.” was the only sound I could manage as he fucked my mouth senseless. Instead of fighting it, my hand pulled his hips even closer, completely surrendering to his pace.

“Oohhh….you like this ..fuck, little Ciara….you look so beautiful down there.” His thrusts quickened with every word that left his mouth.

The quiet office was entirely consumed by the sloppy, wet sounds of my mouth wrapping around him, his deep groans, and the rhythmic creaking of the sofa stool near the couch slid and crashed to the ground, but the noise didn't even make him blink.

His cock felt like it was getting larger and hotter with every heavy stroke inside my throat. Tears of helpless pleasure finally poured freely down my cheeks.

I'm…I'm going to cum….oh, Ciara…take it all. Open wider!” He commanded.

I did exactly as instructed. His cock twitched, filling my mouth with a thick, burning rush of his hot seeds. The sudden gush into the back of my throat had me looking up at his face. He looked entirely ecstatic, like a sex god looking down at his creation.

His breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps as he finally slid his cock out of my mouth.

“What a bad girl my little Ciara has become.”

I chuckled softly, deliberately swallowing the warm fluid before licking the remaining traces off my lips.

“Only for you, sir.”

“What a sexy tongue you have there,* he murmured, spreading his arms along the back of the sofa, letting his heaving chest rise and fall as his head laid back against the leather.

His cock rested against his stomach, still partially hard. Now was my chance to show off. I crawled off the cushions onto the carpet, positioning myself directly between his splayed legs, bringing his length level with my face.

“Let me make you proud of me again, sir.” I whispered. I held his thick shaft upright, my tongue slowly tracing down to lick his heavy balls

“Uhhm…Little girl,” he chuckled, a low, vibration rattling his chest between restrained moans. “It's going to take a lot more than that to break me again.”

“Trust me sir. I'm not a top student for nothing,” I assured him, licking my way back up the underside of this shaft all the way to the crown, coating him in my saliva.

“Hmmm…Little girl..” he groaned, his fingers immediately finding their way back into my hair. Then I began.

I slowly slid my mouth down the length of his sweet lollipop. The sheer girth stretched my jaw to it's absolute limit.

My mouth swallowed the entire shaft until he hit the back of my throat and I aggressively fastened my pace.

My eyes rolled up to lock on his face, filled with absolute lust. His grip on my hair tightened, grounding him.

And then I began.

“Ahhh..ahhh..” he groaned, his hips instinctively lifting to meet the motion of my mouth.

“That's it, mmmm. You are doing so well, Ciara.”

Hearing him compliment my performance only made me want to push him harder. I used my free hand to reach down gently massage his balls, sucking him even faster.

“Ohh.. Ciara, you naughty…. little..slut…mmmm. I'm gonna cum, fast, faster!”

He couldn't form a coherent sentence, his head tossing back against the sofa as his body shuddered from the sheer pleasure I was giving him.

His cock throbbed, getting hotter and thicker as he reached his breaking point.

“Ciara…fuck…haaa!”

Just as he erupted, I pulled back, grabbing his shaft and pointing it directly at my chest. The hot, thick streams of semen splattered heavily across my bare breasts and slightly across my chin.

He sighed in absolute, crushing relief.

“Ciara, academics is clearly just a convenient hiding place for all this slutty behavior.”

He reached down between my knees, his fingers easily found my pussy, which was completely soaked and devastated.

“Oh, look at you. You still want more of your professor?”

I nodded eagerly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He looked down at the mess on my skin and let out a low, dark chuckle.

“Look what you did to your breasts, you are completely mine now.” He motioned me towards his lap. “Come sit on it, Little Ciara. You've earned it.”

A triumphant smile broke across my face. I quickly stood up and knelt over thighs, gently massaging his cock to prep it before aligning it with my soaking pussy.

“Oohhh…Sir..” I moaned, slowly lowering my weight and sliding his thick length inside me.

“Fuck…Ciara…you're so tight,” He growled, his large hands gripping one of my breasts while his other hand anchored firmly onto my waist to guide me. “You haven't done much of this.”

“Ooh…sir..I've only done it once and it was horrible.” The second those words left my mouth, his grip on my waist tightened so hard his knuckles turned white, but releasing them.

“Is that so?” His gray eyes darkened with an intense, fierce possessiveness as he stared up at me. “Then let's make this so fucking memorable that you completely forget that terrible experience ever happened.”

He gripped my hips absolute authority and began thrusting hard, driving himself brutally upward into my core.