Page 230 of Hide and Keep

In fact, I hope he does. That outcome’s much more preferrable to what awaits me.

Don’t think about it.

“What do you imagine?” Crue asks.

“Right now, getting to class on time.”

“You have twelve minutes. Tell me what you imagine. Better yet…” Releasing my hips, he holds his hands up by his shoulders. “Show me.”

I lower my gaze to the bulge in his pants and bite my bottom lip. I also reach over to blindly lock the door. Thankfully, there’s no window on this one.

“Go over to the desk.”

“Which one?”

Even though I feel like I shouldn’t have to, I point at the professor’s desk. Who hasn’t fantasized about getting freaky on the teacher’s desk?

Once he’s next to it, I undo his belt, then pants, pulling them as well as his boxer briefs down until his massive cock is freed.

“Lie down.”

“On the…” He looks pointedly at the vintage oak desk.

Praying it holds both our weight, I nod.

As he gets settled on top, he encourages, “Do whatever the fuck you want to me. Show me what fills that beautiful, twisted head of yours.”

I lift his shirt up to his chest, putting his abs on display, then stroke his cock a couple times, making his hips buck off the desk.

“Fuck, Ever. That feels amazing.”

My hand freezes at his base.

“Better than my pussy?”

He guides my hand with his up the shaft to his tip, smearing his precum over my palm. “Nothing’s better than your pussy.”

Keeping eye contact with him, I lick my palm.

“Straighten out one leg but keep the other bent.”

While he’s pushing his pants down farther to do that, I shimmy my panties down my thighs, calves, and ankles, then bring them up to my hand with a heel.

I don’t bother saying this next command aloud, since I know he’ll question it anyway. So I just stick my panties in Crue’s mouth—wetness out of course.

“You’re welcome,” I say before he can even thank me, not that he can with a mouth full of underwear.

His eyes widen but I see his cheeks move as his tongue works the crotch part over, licking them clean, I’m sure.

Lifting my tweed miniskirt, I climb on the desk and swing a leg over to straddle Crue’s waist…facing his feet, with my bare ass on display for him.

Crue’s deep groan is so loud I have to check if he spit my panties out.

He didn’t.

Hypnotized, he kneads my ass cheeks, spreading them with rough caresses.

A wave of emptiness overtakes me, and with my pussy begging to be filled, I arch into his palms, wanting any part of him in any part of me already.

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