Page 19 of Good Girl

Charlotte glanced up at me, the green almost gone from her eyes with how wide her pupils had blown from desire.

“Yes,” she whispered.

The way she settled on her haunches and parted her lips was like something out of my sinful dreams. She opened her mouth wide andsatthere, obediently waiting.

I couldn’t resist. Her inexperience meant nothing in the wake of my desire totakeher.

Both hands curled into her soft blond curls, and I guided her forward, giving her a few moments to adjust to the feel of a cock sliding past her lips. I guided her forward a couple of inches and watched as her eyes slightly lost focus, likely processing the thick weight of my cock on her tongue.

“Relax.” My last instruction to her, then I thrust forward and shoved another few inches of my cock into her waiting mouth. She choked immediately, a raw, wet sound that sent a pulse of pleasure straight through my gut as I groaned loudly. Then I began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Caution for her inexperience was the only thing stopping me from thrusting all the way deep and burying myself in her throat. I used my grip on her hair like reins and pulled her forward each time my hips rose up from the chair, fucking her mouth hard and fast.

“Fuck,” I groaned, “what a treat it would be to have you under my desk every day. To feel the warmth of your mouth on my cock every single morning, to fuck your throat between classes and pump you so full of cum you’re swollen by the end of the day.”

A choked-off moan rose up from Charlotte, and her tongue pressed up against the underside of my cock. If she was trying to talk, her words were lost in my barrage of thrusts. My core tightened, and heat began to swell in my gut as my orgasm rapidly approached. I couldn’t hold back, not after getting to admire Charlotte and feel her first orgasm around my fingers. My thrusts became more erratic, and I had no warning to give Charlotte when I suddenly pulled her all the way forward and buried my cock deep into her throat.

Charlotte choked sharply, and I came with a loud cry.

Pulse after pulse of cum poured down her throat as she struggled slightly against me. Her fingernails dug into the meat of my thigh, but she didn’t try to push herself away. She stayed there, obedient in my hold. I held her flush against me for a few long seconds as I rode out the initial waves of my orgasm, then I released her and sagged back into my chair.

Charlotte jerked back with a gasp, coughing and choking slightly as she worked to swallow what cum had escaped into her mouth. Her chest heaved, her breasts swaying slightly, and for the first time in a long time, I was satisfied.

I had taken control. I had made this happen. I had satisfied us both.

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“You should go backto your old clothes,” I said gently as Charlotte buckled herself back into her jeans. She looked at me through the curtain of hair that had fallen over her left shoulder.

“Really?”

“You’re beautiful, but you’restunningwhen you’re comfortable in what you’re wearing. The Charlotte from last week was definitely more confident than the Charlotte with me now.”

“The Charlotte last week wouldn’t have done what I’d just done,” she replied quietly. Clothes sorted, Charlotte swept her hair back from her face and fixed me with an uncertain look, although the pleased glint in her eye was unmistakable.

“That is true,” I agreed, “but just think about it. Confidence comes from within and enhances beauty. Remember that.”

She leaned down to grab her bag, and I quietly admired the swell of her ass. Every ample curve she had was just begging for me to sink my teeth into her, and boy, was I hooked.

“So...” Charlotte clutched at her bag strap much like she had done at the end of class.

“So?” I quirked a brow. If nothing else, getting Charlotte to speak concisely would be a goal regardless of sex.

“What does this mean?”

“What does what mean?”

“Me and you. If there is a... I mean...” Charlotte trailed off, and a dusting of pink flushed over her cheeks.

I turned on my spot against the desk and reached for a scrap of paper where I quickly scribbled down my address. Turning back, I handed it to her.

“If you want to know more, if you want todomore, then come and see me here.” I gave the paper a slight shake.

“Do more?” Charlotte stepped forward and cautiously took the paper.

“If you come there, then it means you want me to play with you.Reallyplay with you. If not, then as soon as you walk out that door, we will act like this was nothing more than a single moment to treasure until the end of days. It’s your choice.”

“Okay.” Charlotte’s head ducked as she studied the paper, then she flashed me a smile and slowly walked away.

The decision was entirely hers, but a small pull of yearning rose in my heart. Now that I’d had a taste of her, I couldn’t help butdesperatelywant more.

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