Page 20 of The Teacher and the Virgin

“There we go, baby,” he said, beginning to pick up his pace, and I found myself automatically smiling at the feel of his dick moving in and out of me. I couldn’t believe what I’d been missing.Fuck. I was suddenly hungry and desperate for him, and I couldn’t help but start to rock my hips and match his pace.

“Fuck…you’re such a good student,” he said, moving faster. “You get an A. That’s it…”

He cupped my breast. I moaned. He began to rub my clit, and I squeezed my vaginal muscles, thanking the Kegel Gods. He groaned loudly, almost beast-like, when I did that.

“Fucking hell…” he roared, as I stayed clenched.

“Yes…yes…” I moaned, as he continued to move inside. “Yes…yes…” The whirlpool was reaching its end, and he knew it was so, as I’d begun screaming again.

When I opened my eyes, I found him staring right at me. His eyes told me what I’d been dying to hear from him.He loved me.I could feel it. He didn’t need to tell me outright. Everything he’d done was for me. He took charge because he knew I needed guidance. He spent as much time with me as possible the past week because he knew I was truly alone despite all the material things and friends I had. He started me slowly with sex tonight because he didn’t want to hurt me. I didn’t need to hear those three words from him. I could feel it.

“Oh, God…!” I moaned loudly when I felt myself shivering and writhing underneath him. My juices mixed with his inside my pussy, and I could feel the bed sheet become moist underneath me. He continued to pump in and out of me, slowly now, our cum dripping to the bed with every pull of his dick. I let out a series of breathy sighs when he finally came to a stop, and I was a wet mess beneath him.

“You’re amazing,” he said, as he rolled off me and laid down on my side. Then, he splayed an arm across my stomach and pulled me flushed against his torso. “I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”

His words surrounded me like a warm, perfect bath as I fought back tears. My parents were the only people who’d ever spoken those words, and even then, they’d been rushed and automatic. A reflex, like saying hello or good-bye when one answered the phone.

But this felt different. Real.

I rested my head on his chest as his hand rubbed up and down my waist. I found myself suddenly sleepy and tired. There was no doubt I’d have the best sleep of my life. Content, sated and well fucked.

Epilogue

Jane, one year later…

I couldn’t wait to get home – to him.

The past weeks had been super stressful. And that was an understatement. I’d been pulling all-nighters to meet project deadlines and find time to study for exams. I was going crazy…and becoming ugly due to stress. I didn’t care about wearing make-up the past few days. Everyone in the university was a walking zombie, and no one took the time to look the least bit presentable.

And here I thought the high school workload was bad.

I made an exception today though with the flirty floral dress and a pair of strappy wedges. I’d even taken the effort this morning to apply some make-up and curl my hair and did a retouch just a few minutes ago, the moment my last exam ended. With no more exams and projects to think about, I could finally relieve some stress, and in the best way I thought possible – sex.

I rushed home to Gregory’s – our – house and made sure to keep within the speed limit. Calling him Mr. Parker was saved for the bedroom, and Gregory was how I usually called him now, behind ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. I’d moved in with him a few months ago, and I couldn’t believe we’d been together almost a year. None of our friends or family thought we’d last the summer. But I knew. I knew the first time he touched me that I wanted more. Not last?Ha!

I stepped on the brake pedal the moment I pulled into the driveway. I turned the engine off before I rushed to the front door, leaving my books, laptop, and bag behind. I couldn’t care less about them now that all my deadlines were done.

I rang the doorbell twice before a mischievous smile and knowing caramel brown eyes greeted me.

“You’re home early. I was thinking you were going to celebrate with your friends…” Those ever-familiar eyes roved my body from head to toe before they went back up to my breasts and then my eyes.

“I thought of another way of celebrating,” I said with full confidence. “Mr. Parker.”

I grabbed the ends of my dress and lifted it up. His eyes widened at the sight of my underwear-free pussy, bare and wet for him.

“Don’t tell me you took your exams without any panties…” He couldn’t help the groan that left his lips, and I noticed the growing bump beneath his jeans.

I took a step and then two closer to him and whispered, “I did, Mr. Parker. That’s why I finished the exam earlier than everyone else. I was thinking about you, not the test, and my pussy was getting wet in class.”

“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” he said, his firm, strong hand resting against my bum. “I think I have to teach you a lesson.”

“I don’t think so, Lawman,” came my response, coupled with a teasing smirk. He’d passed the February bar exam in just received the results last week. He was a lawyer now, with a fancy new office downtown. That office had a very nice desk, a desk we hadn’t christened yet. I grinned up at him. “You’re not a teacher anymore. And besides…I think I was a good girl today. For finishing the exam well before time was up? And I managed not to leave a single question blank.”

He managed a low, raspy chuckle before his hold tightened around my ass. With one swift tug, he pulled me inside the house – our home – and slammed the door closed behind us. In seconds, I was pushed up against the wall and my dress hiked dangerously above my hips. Only air separated my pussy from his hand as his fingers slowly closed the distance between us.

“I still have things to teach you, don’t I?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

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