Page 143 of Loved

Fucking hell, Penny. Who cared if Ian watched for a few minutes? I’d get the footage for the rest of my life. Penny wanted to film this. She wanted to be bad. And I knew just how she liked to be punished. I spanked her hard.

Her body shifted forward. And she arched her back even more.

I spanked her harder, my palm leaving a red mark on her ass.

I watched a little of her juices spill down her inner thigh.

“You like being my dirty girl?” I asked as I massaged where I’d hurt her.

“Yes, Professor Hunter.”

I groaned. “Do you want to ride my dick, you little slut?”

She arched her back.

Where the fuck had I found this girl? I grabbed her hips and slammed into her. My fingernails dug into her skin, marking her as I fucked her hard.

She moaned and pushed back on the desk, matching my thrusts.

I stared at the live feed. Her ass in the air. Her body glistening with sweat. Her little school girl skirt practically pushed to her waist now.

I turned back to the real thing as I moved my hips faster. I slid my hand along the arch of her back, dipping my thumb in the dimples right above her ass cheeks. She was fucking perfection. Every inch of her was made for me. And for my enjoyment later. Whenever I pleased. Because she loved being filmed. She loved how obsessed I was with her. She loved me despite my flaws.

“Stare at the camera as you come, dirty girl. Show me how much you love your professor’s cock deep inside of you.” I gripped her hips again.

She moaned and started to clench around me.

Fuck.

“Don’t cum,” she said as she moaned, pulsing around me.

“What?” How was she expecting me not to cum when she was gripping my cock from her own orgasm?

“Not yet.” She kept milking my cock.

I gritted my teeth. I was seconds away from exploding inside of her. But she pushed on my hip, making me slide out of her.

She spun around and slowly untied the knot on her shirt. She let it fall to the ground. “You said the video we were watching earlier was your favorite.” She dropped to her knees. “Let me give you what you like, Professor Hunter.”

Jesus.

Her lips circled my cock and she went all the way down.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and started guiding her. “Touch yourself, Penny. I know you want to.”

Her hand slowly traced up her thigh.

“Show me how wet you are for your professor.”

She moaned again as she slid one finger inside of her, swirling it around her wetness.

I glanced at the video feed. “Spread your legs wider, baby. Show the camera your greedy little pussy.”

She spread her legs wider, pushing her skirt up higher. You could clearly see her fucking her fingers now.

It was so fucking hot. I knew she was expecting me to cum in her mouth like in the video from earlier. But there was one thing I loved doing more.

“I don’t want to cum down your throat.” I gripped her hair tighter. “I want to drench your pretty little face.”

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