Chapter 53 Keep Your Hands Away
Iva’s P.O.V.
Fuck! The way he controls me every time feels like heaven on earth.
Yesterday in the hospital, he didn’t even touch my pussy, and today he made me wear the vibrator ball in the classroom. It was pure torture, so difficult to act normal, but it thrilled me. I’ve been wet and turned on ever since. I just want him to fuck me endlessly.
The way he ordered me to take the ball out for him… it was so dirty, so humiliating, but I didn’t feel ashamed. Not with him. His every command turns me on.
Now he stands between my spread legs and carefully takes off my specs, then places them on the chair. I know what’s coming. He’s going to destroy me and I’m completely ready for it like always.
He kisses me softly before asking, “Tell me, Professor, what do you want?”
“I want you… all of you,” I answer, my heart pounding with excitement of feeling him inside my pussy after a month.
That’s it. He chokes my neck and pushes me down on the table. The cold edge of the desk presses against my back as he shoves me down, his strength caging me, pinning me exactly where he wants me.
His hand moves from my neck to my chest, sliding downward until it grips my waist. He pulls me to the edge of the table before dropping to his knees and spreading my legs wide.
Fuck! I just can’t wait. I’m so fucking aroused. His dark gaze never leaves mine. One final look, and then his mouth is on me.
“Ahh, oh God, Will!” My legs shoot up, toes curling in my heels as his tongue slides through my folds slowly like he’s savouring every second.
As he says, his breath brushes my core. “Shhh.. I’ve been starving for this for a month, Professor. Now I’m going to eat this pussy until you remember who it belongs to.”
The vibration of his voice against me nearly undoes me. His tongue flicks over my clit, circling, teasing, before plunging deep inside me.
Feeling his lips on me after so many days, feels like heaven. I thought that I would never experience this, his face buried between my legs and his tongue doing wonders. God! He looks so hot.
My hands fly to his hair, clutching, pulling, desperate for more.
“Hands away.” He orders, gripping my thighs and forcing them wider.
I obey instantly, clutching the edge of the table instead, my body trembling.
Fuck! This man drives me insane. I love every second of his dominance.
“Good girl.” He smiles at me proudly before devouring me again.
His hands slide upward as he sucks my clit. He slowly unbuttons my shirt and yanks my bra down. My breasts spill out and he squeezes them, pinching my nipples, making me moan louder.
It feels so fucking good.
His mouth is relentless, licking, sucking, biting softly at my clit until I’m thrashing, whimpering, begging. The dirty sounds of him sucking me echo in the empty classroom, making the air hotter, thicker.
“Please, Will… please…” I sob, my voice broken as the climax builds.
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, lips glistening, eyes dark and wild. “Please what? Say it, Professor.” His fingers keep teasing my sensitive nipples.
“Please let me cum,” I cry, chest heaving, nails digging into the wood beneath me.
He gives me a wicked smile. “Cum on my tongue, bitch. I want to taste every drop.”
The second his mouth seals back over me, I shatter. My body arches off the desk, thighs trembling around his head, screams spilling from my lips as wave after wave rip through me. I cum hard on his face like a shameless woman.
But he doesn’t stop. He holds me open, tongue fucking me through the aftershocks, sucking my clit harder, dragging me mercilessly into overstimulation.
“Too much?” he mocks, staring at me. “You’ll take every fucking second of it. I missed this taste too damn much to stop now.”
He licks my pussy roughly, stopping on my clit and sucking it hard. I try not to hold his hair, but when he thrusts his fingers in and still sucks my clit, I lose control and grab his hair again.
He pulls away instantly and gives me a deadly glare. “I told you to keep your hands away from me.”
He gives hard spanks on my sensitive, bare pussy, one after the other.
“Fuck! Fuck!” I scream as he drives me crazy. I close my legs to lessen the burning sensation.
“Did I ask you to close your legs?” He snaps in a pure dominating tone, standing up.
He pinches my nipples, pulling them hard, and my vision blurs with pain.
“Fuck..!” I scream when he stretches them more, lifting my breasts by my nipples. When I open my legs again, only then does he let go of my nipples. They must be red from his rough pull.
He’s going to kill me with pain and pleasure both, and honestly, I love every bit of it.
“Your legs should never close when I’m with you.”
He spreads them even wider with his hands and bends down again, sucking my clit hard while fingering me.
When he finally pulls away, my pussy is soaked, throbbing, and twitching for him. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a smirk curling his lips as he stares at me, ruined on the desk.
He lifts my face from the table, comes above me, and crashes his lips on mine, kissing me roughly, grabbing my hair. He kisses me as he owns me. I melt into it, lost, my body begging for what I already know is coming.
He rips off his shirt, pants, and boxers fast, and I barely have time to catch my breath before he is above me, yanking me higher on the desk. My legs dangle off the edge, trembling, weak from his mouth, but his grip is merciless, dragging me exactly where he wants me.
From the side of the desk, he snatches a sheet of paper, crushes it into a hard ball, and shoves it between my lips. “Bite down,” he orders, eyes burning into me. “I don’t want anyone hearing how loud my professor screams when I finally take what’s mine.”
The taste of paper fills my mouth as he presses it deep, his hand holding my jaw shut around it. My moans turn muffled.
And then, finally, he slams into me without any warning.