Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 41137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Look at this pussy, dripping wet for me.”
“For my Daddy,” she corrects.
I slap her ass. “That’s right, for your Daddy.”
I drop to my knees, lick her pussy, slap her ass again. I stand back up and tease her with my cock before slowly sliding myself deep inside.
She groans. I spread her legs wide again, pumping inside, slapping her ass. She groans, grinding, rolling along my length. I gasp and slap her ass again, leaving a nice red mark, just like I wanted.
I fuck her hard. I pull her hair and release every ounce of energy and desire into her tight pussy. This is what I’ve needed, what I’ve been dreaming of. This right here, her pussy, my cock, fucking her until she moans my name, begs me.
I tighten my grip on her hair before reaching around with my other hand to work her clit. She groans, rolling her hips, bucking back against me. I fuck her harder, sweat on her skin now. I can feel myself starting to sweat too as I push deeper, pull her hair tighter, work that clit faster.
She groans and tightens. I can feel her pussy stiffen. I know what she wants, what she’s doing. “Come for Daddy,” I command. “Come for your Daddy, Clara.”
She gasps, her body stiffening, muscles tensing. She comes hard, bearing down and back against me. I fuck her through it, holding onto her hair.
She’s so fucking sexy as she comes. I can’t believe it, how she comes with her entire body, every muscle straining, quivering, tensing. I slap her ass and she gasps, laughing a little, eyes rolled back.
I can’t help myself. I fuck her hard, rough. I take what I need, what I want. Her pussy is mine, entirely, completely. I fuck her hard and I can’t let myself hold back.
I come deep inside of her. I feel myself filling her tight pussy and she seems to love it, wiggling her hips, pushing back against me, getting every single drop out inside of her.
When we finish, I pull her against me. We stay like that, holding each other, out of breath.
“That was…” she starts, but stops herself.
“Good,” I reply.
“Really good.”
I laugh, kiss the top of her head. “Bet you wish you had panties right now, though.”
She winces. “Shit.”
I laugh again and kiss her. “Sorry.”
“I’m not.” She kisses me one more time.
We spend a half hour together in my office like that, whispering to each other, smiling, laughing. It’s our own little world. Eventually, though, she has to leave.
Fortunately, nobody else comes to my office hour. Not like I’d let them in anyway.
9
Clara
I go into the lab early the next day, smiling to myself the whole time.
I keep thinking about Jason and his office. His hands on my body, his lips against mine.
It felt so good. I know, that’s so simple, so stupid. Obviously, it felt good. But all those old clichés, all those Hollywood stereotypes, those TV tropes, all of it, they’re all true.
It’s like a drug. It’s intoxicating. I can’t think straight, I can’t act like my normal self.
I’m too busy thinking about Jason to even be a normal human being.
Mac noticed last night. “Hey, idiot,” she said to me, staring at me from across the room. “I’m talking to you.”
I was startled from thinking about Jason, yet again. “Sorry, what?”
She sighed. “Seriously, Clara, are you going deaf?”
“No, I was just…” I hesitated, frowned, looked at the floor. “Distracted.”
“Oh, god,” she groaned. “Are you thinking about him right now? Are you thinking about his dick?”
“No!” I said, a little too quickly.
She gagged, made a face. “You’re doing dick deaf. Seriously, you have too much dick on the brain.”
And then proceeded to mercilessly tease me the rest of the night until I escaped up into my room.
Even despite the teasing, I can’t stop thinking about him. Maybe Mac’s right, maybe I do have too much dick on the brain.
Maybe I really do need to stop thinking about my professor’s huge cock fucking me from behind.
Yeah, I absolutely do.
I hurry into the lab, steam rising from my coffee. I tug my jacket tighter around me as I walk down the carpeted hallway. There’s practically no sound this early in the morning.
I frown as I approach the door to our little lab. The lights are on already, even though I’m an hour early. I didn’t expect anyone to be here.
I almost turn and leave, but screw it. I don’t care if it’s Howard or Parker or the other idiots. They’re obnoxious, but I can deal with them.
At the end of the day, all I care about is Jason.
I push open the door and a huge smile breaks across my face.
I stop as the door shuts behind me. “Good morning,” I say.
He looks up at me. His smile brightens up the drab room.
“Good morning,” Jason says. “You’re early.”