I want You Deeper

PROFESSOR REED

I watch Jess slide another finger into her bald little pussy while she cups one of her perky, small tits. She gives her nipple a hard enough pinch to make herself gasp, and I feel my nuts tense up with the need to shoot my seed all over her. I want to cover that sweet little girl in my cum more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I soon as I heard her sweet, timid voice I knew, knew I was in trouble. I’ve never gotten an instant hard-on just from hearing someone’s voice, but she’d done it to me, and I’ve thought of little else since. When she walked into my classroom earlier and I’d gotten my first look at her, I’d immediately known that there was no way in fuck I was going to let her get naked in front of my students. No one is going to see her naked except me.

The sounds of her finger-fucking her sopping wet pussy are driving me crazy. I keep my focus on her, drawing her in quick strokes with the charcoal, image after image as I try to capture her in as many ways as possible. I could happily spend the rest of my life drawing her, knowing I’d never come anywhere near close to being able to capture all of her beauty onto a piece of paper. That’s not going to stop me from trying, though.

She lets out a moan that has my cock straining so hard at my pants I’m amazed it doesn’t just bust out. My eyes dart back and forth. I don’t want to miss a single second of watching her, but I also want to capture this moment on paper so I can look at it over and over again and remember it for what it is-the sexiest damn moment of my life. I’m used to young college girls hitting on me, but I’ve never been tempted to act on it, not until that phone call from Jess.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, drawing my eyes back to her. A red flush has crept up her chest and neck, and she looks so fucking sexy it blows my mind. It’s effortless with her. She doesn’t need to try to drive me wild; she just does. Every little thing about her has me hard as fucking steel.

“Is my bad girl about to cum?” I ask, loving how my words make her moan even louder.

“Yes,” she says in a breathy rush. “I’m so close.”

“Good girl.”

Her blush deepens even more.

“Think about my cock and cum for me like the little slut you are.”

My words send her over the edge. She rocks her hips harder, throwing her head back as she screams my name. I sketch faster than I ever have in my life, capturing on paper the arch of her back, the curve of her and perky tits, the raw desire and lust in her half-lidded eyes. By the time she starts to come down, I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life and covered in more precum than I ever thought possible. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to lose what little sanity I have left.

I set the charcoal down and watch as she lazily fucks herself, savoring the aftershocks that are still running through her. She lets out a soft giggle that’s fucking adorable and says, “I can’t believe I just did that.”

I smile and walk towards her. “That was the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”

She looks surprised, which is something I’ll never understand, and blushes even harder.

Kneeling I run my eyes over her body. “Surely you’ve been told a million times how sexy you are.” I’m surprised by how angry the idea of other men seeing what I just saw makes me. I remind myself that I’m more than twice her age and that she has every right to fuck whatever little twerp she wants to. The reminder doesn’t make me feel any better.

“No, no one’s ever told me that,” she says, shocking me into silence. She looks down in embarrassment and says in a quiet voice, “I’ve never had a boyfriend or anything.”

I’m still too stunned to speak, so I just look at her like a giant dumbass.

“I know it’s weird,” she quickly says.

“No, it’s not weird at all. I’m just shocked. You must have guys throwing themselves at you.”

She shrugs her small shoulders. “I keep to myself. I’ve just never met anyone that’s affected me.” She locks her blue eyes on mine. “But you have, Professor Reed. I don’t know what’s happening, but ever since I heard your voice the other day, you’re all I can think about. I even fucked myself in the shower before I came over here, but it wasn’t enough.” I watch her finger slowly slide in and out of her bald, wet pussy.

“I need more,” she moans.

I keep my eyes locked on her pretty little cunt. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes,” she moans, fucking herself faster.

“Fucking hell,” I groan.

“I want you to be my first, Professor Reed.”

I grab her hand, stilling it in a tight grip. “Then stop fucking yourself, baby. It’s my turn now.”

She gives me a big smile and then lets out another breathy moan when I slowly slide her wet finger from her pussy. “God, sweetheart, you are soaking wet.” “I need you,” she whimpers.

“I can see that,” I say with a laugh that earns me a pout from her cute face. “You fucked yourself thinking about me before you came over here tonight?” Vivid images of a wet, naked Jess float through my mind, making it hard to not unzip my pants and slide into her tight, virgin pussy.

“Yes,” she whimpers when I dance my fingers along her inner thigh, leaving black smudges on her creamy skin from the charcoal that’s still coating my hand.

I lean closer so our lips are only inches apart. “Tell me what you thought about.”