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Tony grabs my thighs, then lifts me up. I gasp and tighten my legs around him. But he’s only flipping us down, lifting my legs off the end of the couch so we’re lying along it, him on top of me, his cock now between my thighs, the hard length of it resting along my slit. He arches his back and begins to grind against me in slow, controlled thrusts. “There’s this option as well,” he says, a laugh in his voice as he catches my eye. “Or…” He grabs me, lifts me completely off the couch now, and spins to pin me against the wall of the cabin.
I cry aloud with surprise and wrap both legs around his waist, abandoning all sense of control, letting my hips buck against him.
“Hmm, you seem to like this option.” His eyes search mine another moment, and for a second I seem to glimpse something hard there. Something under the desire. “Do you want me to fuck you right here against this cabin wall, Corina?”
“I… I don’t… Fuck.” I breathe the last word when he releases my legs, dropping me back to standing, and moves back a step.
“Or would you prefer none of the above?” He raises an eyebrow, studies me.
All I want is for you to touch me again, I think. I can’t say it though. I won’t. It feels too much like giving in. I tilt my head and consider him slowly, as though weighing my options. He watches me back, impassive. If not for the larger-than-ever bulge in his jeans, I’d think he wasn’t even interested.
“You choose,” I say. “I’m easy.”
He smirks. “Your words.”
My cheeks flush, but he’s already grabbing me and spinning me around. Without warning, he pushes me forward, bends me over the back of the couch.
“My choice, Corina?”
I turn to catch his eye over my shoulder and hold his gaze for a long moment. “Fuck me however you want to fuck me, Professor.”
“Very well.” He grabs my jeans and rips open the button. Pushes them down my hips as I squirm against the couch. “But you asked for this.” He spreads my legs, and I gasp at the sensation of his hot fingers exploring my skin. “Don’t expect me to be gentle.”
“I hope you aren’t,” I shoot back, eyes still on his.
He runs his hands up my inner thighs, then presses one finger along my slit. Delves just deep enough to feel my wet pussy. Then he chuckles, softly. “You’re already nice and wet for me, I see.” He pushes that finger inside me slowly, an inch at a time.
I moan and twist against the couch. “Fuck,” I gasp.
“And tight as well. Hmm.” He presses another finger against my entrance. Pushes it into my pussy, and I cry out softly. “I hope you can take me, Corina. Do you want to try?” He adds a third finger. Slides it into my pussy until I feel stretched and gasping for breath. “Do you want my fat cock inside you, Corina?”
“I can… take you,” I manage to say, reaching down to grip the couch with my hands. “Give me all you’ve got, Professor.”
I hear the sound of his zipper, then the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Before long, I feel the slick sensation of his cock between my thighs, running up the back of one leg and down the other. “Are you sure about this? I warned you. I’m not gentle.”
“I don’t… want gentle.” I spread my legs wider, a dare. “Fuck me, Tony.”
In response, he grabs my hips with both hands, tight enough that I can feel his fingers leaving marks around my hipbones. His cock glides along my slit now, back and forth, slowly, as he coats himself in my juices. “So impatient,” he says.
“You’re the one… teasing me,” I protest.
“I never knew you were so hungry for me, Corina.” There’s suppressed laughter in his voice. He’s enjoying himself, damn him. Loving how wet he makes me.
“Don’t think too highly of yourself,” I say. “I would have the hots for anyone in this situation.”
“That so?” He arches his hips; drops one hand to toy with my clit. I gasp, even as he continues to slide his cock along my slit, over my pussy entrance again and again, teasing. Torturing. “You’d fuck anyone you got stranded in this cabin with, Corina?”
“N-no,” I manage. “But… Some. People.”
“I’m flattered to be among the contenders.” He pauses and steps back. A cry escapes my lips at the loss of his touch, his cock between my thighs. “So you’re saying you don’t want my cock?”
A frustrated little mewl makes its way out of my mouth. I clamp my teeth over it, annoyed. “I want your cock, Tony.”
“You want any cock, you just said.”
“No.” I practically growl it, frustrated at him for making me do this. At myself for falling for it. But goddamn it, I’m too hot and riled up now. I can’t stop—I need him to fuck me. “I want you, Tony. Your cock.”
