MY STRICT PROFESSOR IS A DEVIL III

My head drops down and I see his cock, more than half of the length is still out, and I thought I’d taken him whole.

I exhale roughly and rise up. I hiss softly as the rigid warmth slides out.

Again.

I stare up at the ceiling and hold his length, lowering my body over the huge, thick flesh, sliding into my soft, creamy walls as quickly as possible.

“Ahhh,” I gasp out loud, and my hand reaches up to his chest for support, to hold myself.

Water smears the corner of my eyes, slowly trickling down.

“You’re too huge…” I whimper through tightened lips.

“Again.”

His expression doesn’t shift as he whispers, and it irks me. He isn’t touching me, his hands remain by his sides like a price I have to earn.

How strong is he? How long is he going to stay unaffected?

I inhale and blow out a breath through my mouth, then I stand again.

I let my palm remain on his chest, the slow thudding of his heart pounding against my palm. I hold him with my left hand and prepare to go again.

It’s a fucking pure torture, and I can’t wait to have him fully. I really want to ride out this heated tension from my body.

Relax. Just free your body and try again.

Yes.

The warmth of the plump red head of his pulsing cock pushes into my moist, swollen pussy, and I push down hard on it.

Fuck.

I shut my eyes in that moment. It’s a lot. It’s too much.

I pant, each breath squeezing out of my chest with difficulty.

If the whole thing isn’t in right now, then I might just fail this course, because I can literally feel him in my throat, it’s choking.

A devilish rod indeed.

“Move,” he barks, and lands a slap on my butt.

Sharp and hot.

I jerk up, and my insides clench, tightening around him.

Fucking finally.

I move my other hand to his shoulder and arch my back, then slowly begin to grind my pussy on his shaft.

His hand slowly rubs my butt, soothing the pain.

I feel his straining, stretching inside me. My thighs quiver, my mouth opens apart, inhaling air through my mouth.

“Oh. Huh…”

I stare into his eyes as my body begins to move faster. My breasts collide with his chest, our breath mixes, my clit pulses with pressure.

Faster.

I want more.

My body bounces, his member slides out and slams back into me, hitting my core, and I groan out.

Deliciously sweet.

It melts in my heart, seeping into my veins.

It’s not enough still.

I release my hands from his neck and place them behind me, one on his knees, and I start to throw my body up and down again.

My breasts sway heavily in his face, aching, begging to be touched.

I’m too focused on chasing my pleasure when I feel him. He thrusts in sharply, a low groan vibrating in his chest.

“Yes…” I hiss.

He thrusts his hips again, and I quiver.

“Yes, professor, yeah.”

The bun on my head shakes loosely as my body jerks from his continuous pounding.

“Oh. Fuck, yes, like that… punish me, prof, yeahhh.”

I suck in a breath, moaning like a cheap slut, clenching around him greedily.

I no longer care that I’m acting shameless. The only thing I can focus on is the sharp, thick thrust inside me.

It starts getting faster. Too fucking fast.

I hear the harsh intake of his breath, it echoes in my head. The only sound from him so far.

His length keeps hitting that sweet spot repeatedly. My body swings roughly, my head drops back.

“Yeah, fuck me harder, yess, prof… yes. I need it, yeah, fuck, I’m going to cum.”

A loud wail tears from my throat. My body shakes like a boneless bag of flesh, and my cunt tightens, squeezing the life out of his length.

“Fuckkkk,” I purr, gasping out a deep breath.

My fingers dig into his thighs as my body convulses, as he jerks inside me and his semen spreads warmth in me.

Yeah. Fuck, yeah.

I moan and purr, riding out the height until my body sags down.

I exhale and sit up, meeting his now-lazy eyes and curled lips, the closest to a smile I’ve ever seen.

He’s handsome.

Kissable lips.

Drowning eyes.

Sharp jawline.

Straight nose.

Fuck. But it’s over. It’s done.

His eyes flick down to my chest, and his jaw clenches.

He clears his throat and glances back at me. “Bring your breast to my mouth. Feed me your nipple.”

Hot heat washes over me. I start to feel hot all over as I stare at him.

What kind of sick request is that? Why not lean downward and pull one into his mouth? Why do I have to feed it to him? It’s too intimate, too sexual, but yet, my nipples ache, my body melts with desire.

I look at him, right in his eyes. They’re not as cold as earlier. There’s a little warmth, a playful glint there, but still as hard as ever.

I have my score to think about. I’ve come this far to fuck it up now.

Yes. My score.

I lean forward and cup my left breast, raising it up to his face and pointing it to him.

I have very big breasts, fat hard nipples, and it’s no problem feeding him despite the distance. All the while, his cock lies nestled in my hole, little drops of slickness trickling out.

He lowers his head and opens his mouth, sucking my hard nipple in.

“Hu… hmm…” a groan vibrates in my throat. Delicious sensation swells from my nipples to my toes.

God…

I really wish I could touch him, pull him closer, but I’m too scared of his reaction.

His tongue rolls the hard bud and laps at it, sucking, licking as I hold it in my hand.

He closes his eyes, humming softly, and his hand comes up to the other breast and squeezes it.

“Ooooo,” I arch my back, pushing into him.

I grind my hips on his thighs and feel him hardening, straining and swelling in my wetness.

“Fuck, don’t stop, professor. I want you again,” I sob.

I don’t even mind that I’m now begging. The need is too great, and I can’t play it on the score anymore. I want him, to command me, to use me, fuck me.

This isn’t about him anymore. I want it too.

I fucking want it.