I go harder, alternating quick flicks with long, slow drags, letting her hips chase my mouth. She tries to grind on my face, but I hold her down, forcing her to take what I give, no more.
Her body is perfect: tight and golden, slick and shivering. I reach up, palm her ass, spread her wider to enjoy the view. Shit, she’s so beautiful, her pink pussy swollen and glistening with that back buttonhole winking at me. I pull her wide, lick her anus for good measure, and then push two fingers inside her snatch, curling them just right.
She whines, a desperate little sound, and I know she’s close.
“You like that?” I rasp. “You have such a slutty cunt, baby. I can feel it milking my fingers already, like it’s desperate for dick. Do you need Daddy’s dick to be happy, sweetheart?”
Simone’s already crying out, her cheek pressed flat against my desk.
“Oh yes, Daddy,” she wails. “Yes, yes, yes more!”
I give her a few more delicious thrusts with my fingers, and lick her asshole again, loving the musky taste. But then I pull my fingers out of her hungry pussy, leaving her empty and gasping.
Simone whines and looks back at me, eyes wild. “Why’d you stop?”
I stand, popping my fingers into my mouth for a taste.
“You’re sweet baby. Your vag fluids are pure nectar and I’d love to bury my cock inside you as soon as possible. But we need to work on your paper more,” I say, zipping up my fly as if nothing happened. “You still don’t have a strong conclusion.”
Simone gapes at me, still lying prone and nude over my desk. “Are you serious?”
I nod, deadpan. “This doesn’t guarantee your grade will improve, Simone. You still have a lot of work to do on your paper before I can say that you’re going to pass my class.”
She looks like she might cry. Or kill me.
“Please,” she says, breath hitching. “Please, Professor. Can I finish? Can you help me finish?”
I lean back, arms crossed, and watch her squirm. “No,” I growl in a low voice. “I like my girls to be patient. That’s part of the learning process. And a part of life, to be frank. Patience is a virtue we all need to master.”
She lets out a frustrated squeal, then sinks to the floor, arms covering her face.
I ignore her, flipping through her essay with deliberate slowness.
After a minute, the beautiful blonde stands, wobbling, and starts dressing. Her hands shake as she pulls on her g-string, then her skirt, her breasts still bare and flushed. She glares at me, but there’s no hate in it—just hunger.
I watch her get dressed, palming my cock through my jeans the whole time.
When she’s finished, she moves to the door, then hesitates.
I call out, “Come here.”
She turns, wary, but approaches. Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this but she’s too sexy and beautiful without one last kiss. But it’s not going to be on my mouth.
I unzip, pull out my cock, which is already hard and dripping again, standing at its full ten inch length. “Give it a kiss goodbye,” I rasp, voice flat and final. “Just for good luck.”
Simone shoots me a murderous look, like she might kill me in the next moment. But I know my baby girl. She’s a cock-hungry slut with needs, and sure enough, the beautiful blonde kneels, takes the head between her lips, and sucks, eyes never leaving mine. When she pulls back, her lips are sticky with pre-come.
“There Daddy,” she whispers. “I kissed it goodbye.”
I stroke her hair, gentle. “Good girl.”
She stands, wipes her mouth, and gives me a defiant smirk. “I’m counting on more private tutoring, Professor Thomas.”
I nod. “Absolutely.”
Simone gives me once last stare, then leaves, hips swaying. The door closes behind her, and suddenly, the house is too quiet.
I don’t get up. I don’t pour myself a drink or read one of my books. I merely sit at the desk, staring at her essay, and wonder what the fuck I’ve just done.
