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To claim her while I can, making sure she’ll be mine forever.

But Sheree seems overwhelmed.

Sure, she’s had the tongue lashing of her life and her climax is still giving her shivers. But I can see at a glance, as well as our surroundings, that right this second isn’t the moment to be pressing her to take my cock inside her tiny hole.

Not right this second anyway.

I smile to myself, still pleased beyond anything at the news she’s a virgin.

A girl like her though? I would have thought she’d be fighting off the boys, the men. Anyone with eyes should want her more than anything, but I’m glad the only eyes that have seen her are mine, selfishly.

“You… You don’t mind?” she finally squeaks, her stiff buds still hard under one of my hands, making her jerk and gasp again as I fondle her pebbled nipples. Their hardness under my rotating finger is like a magnet for my mouth.

I want to suck on her all day, but she needs to talk now.

Talk all this through.

Like a good student, a scientist. She needs to validate all her sensory data so far.

I can understand that much, but try telling that to my aching dick.

“How could I possibly mind?” I ask her, kissing her stomach and letting my mouth trail back down to her mound instead of her gnawing at her chest.

I can do both, I reason to myself.

We have all the time in the world ahead of us. There’s no hurry.

Or is there?

Noting my sudden tension she stiffens, my eyes lift to meet hers, she senses I’m unhappy about something.

“Did I do it wrong?” she asks, looking concerned.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her, shaking my head and forcing a smile. “I’m just not ready to let you go is all.”

Maybe time for a little confession of my own here.

“I can stay awhile,” she murmurs, searching the room for her jacket though, it’s freezing in here.

I grab her jacket and put my coat over her legs too as I keep her on my desk, taking a seat while I keep a hold of her legs on either side of me.

“I don’t mean just now,” I almost growl, feeling impatient. Angry. But not angry with her.

Angry with this damned situation we’re in.

I thought kissing her, knowing this is what she wants would be enough. But like any obsession, it’s all or nothing, and if she’s still planning on going back home then that’s wrong. This thing between us? It’s not just a today or tomorrow thing.

In my mind, in my body and soul, it’s a forever thing.

This is the first day of the rest of our lives together.

Can’t she see that?

My phone buzzes somewhere and I ignore it. A few seconds later, Sheree’s phone chimes from her coat pocket and she reaches for it out of habit.

I’ve noticed that with all students now, most everyone else too. They reach for their phone out of habit. Like it’s something that’ll make them happy or give them a reward.

My reward is right in front of me, but I’m already sensing that the challenge, the world closing in on my prize has only just started.

And I’m right.

“It’s Zoe,” Sheree almost gasps, hurriedly shifting to get herself dressed.

I feel my stomach jolt as if we’ve been caught.

As if Zoe’s on the other side of the door with the entire college faculty, news reporters, everything.

The police come to shut down Professor Grayson and his dirty little secret for good.

But it’s not.

It’s just Zoe wanting to know where her friend is, where I am.

She needs someone to pick her up from the theater after a meeting but also wants us both down there.

She wants to show off her first and not too shabby acting job.

I know what I’d rather be doing, but I’m proud of Zoe. I really am.

I watch Sheree dress, ignoring my own arousal and half-nakedness. My pants are around my ankles now, the rest of me uncovered.

I want Sheree to see this. It’s hers now and she’s all mine.

The urge to grip her, bend her over the desk and just take her from behind is almost too much.

But I can respect her situation. Things have moved pretty damned fast in twenty-four hours compared to the past four years.

“We should go separately,” I hear her say, the wheels of her mind already turning. Already wanting to keep all this from Zoe.

But does she want to keep it from herself too?

“You’re mine now, Sheree,” I remind her firmly.

Her face relaxes and she moves over to me, still shivering as she lets both her hands clasp my thick member, slowly moving them both up and down as my head tilts back.

I groan and smile, feeling another thick bead of my precome run over her hands as she quickens her pace, making those little sounds again.

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