Begs him to take off condom

Riley’s world was nothing but sensation now—the blindfold sealing her in darkness, the mattress soft beneath her back, the headmaster’s thick cock buried deep inside her, stretching her walls with every slow, deliberate thrust. She could feel every ridge, every vein, the way he filled her completely, hitting spots that made her toes curl inside her knee-high socks. Her uniform skirt was hiked to her waist, blouse pushed up to expose her breasts, nipples hard and aching from the cool air and his earlier rough pinches.

She was panting, hips rocking up to meet him, chasing the building pressure low in her belly. His hands gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise, holding her open as he fucked her with measured, punishing strokes—deep, then shallow, then deep again, teasing her clit with the base of his cock on every inward plunge.

“Fuck,” she gasped, voice breaking. “You’re so big… don’t stop…”

He leaned down, lips brushing her ear, voice a low growl. “You like that, don’t you? Getting fucked blind by a stranger. Your tight little cunt’s gripping me like it never wants to let go.”

Riley moaned, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt—he hadn’t fully undressed, just enough to free himself. The anonymity made it hotter, dirtier. She arched her back, pushing her tits up toward him.

“Take it off,” she whispered suddenly, words tumbling out before she could think. “The condom. Take it off. I want to feel you raw.”

He stilled inside her—cock throbbing, buried to the hilt. For a heartbeat she thought he might refuse, might pull out and end it. Then he let out a dark, satisfied chuckle.

“Greedy little slut,” he murmured. “Just like your mother.”

He pulled out slowly—agonizingly—making her whimper at the loss. She heard the snap of latex as he peeled the condom off, the wet sound of him stroking himself once, twice, slick with her arousal. Then he was back, nudging her entrance bare now—hot skin on hot skin, no barrier.

“Last chance,” he said, voice rougher, edged with hunger. “You sure?”

Riley nodded frantically, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. “Yes. Fuck me raw. Fill me up.”

He didn’t hesitate. He slammed back in—bare, thick, scorching—and Riley cried out, the sensation overwhelming without the thin layer between them. Every inch felt bigger, hotter, more intimate. He bottomed out with a groan, hips grinding against her clit, holding there for a second so she could feel him pulse inside her unprotected pussy.

Then he started fucking her in earnest—hard, fast, relentless. The bed creaked under them, headboard thumping against the wall. Riley’s moans turned to broken cries, hands clutching at his back, nails raking down fabric as he pounded into her, skin slapping skin, wet and obscene.

“Fuck—yes—harder—” she gasped, head thrown back, blindfold soaked with sweat and tears of overstimulation. “Breed me—fuck, just like that—”

He growled something filthy in her ear—words she barely registered through the haze—his pace turning brutal, hips snapping forward, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. She came again—harder this time—walls fluttering and clenching around him, milking him as she shuddered and screamed his fake name into the darkness.

He didn’t stop. Kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release, bare cock throbbing deeper with every thrust.