Reluctantly

Her hands clawed and pried at my face, desperately trying to resist my lips sucking at her neck. I moaned, almost laughing as the powerful thrill of the struggle coursed through me. I felt her hand slap at my clenched jaw as her desperation intensified, and her fingernails dragged down against the side of my neck. The pain from the slap of her small hand only invigorated me, and a growling moan of pleasure escaped my throat. Her nails dragged down to my chest, where she started to slap against it, grabbing my shirt, her small, slender hands unable to move me.

I pulled away, and for a moment we locked eyes. It was undeniable. The passion. The burning heat between us. Her eyes were wide with an unwilling, fiery ****, but oozing with a burning desire that told me it was just as thrilling for her as it was for me. And that was all I needed.

I grabbed her and pushed her back into the wall beside the door with a loud thud, hearing what was no doubt the crucifix above her bed clanging against the wall. She winced and opened her mouth, her eyebrows wrinkled in pain as she hit the wall. Her head was tilted up to look up at me through narrowed, suddenly glazed over eyes.

She put her hands against my chest and I grabbed them, holding both wrists in my right hand as I lifted them above her head. She gasped and panted, and my left hand grabbed the bottom of her hoodie and roughly pulled it up, exposing her belly as she squirmed, her ass grinding against the wall, helpless against my strength. I yanked her hoodie up, exposing her small, naked tits as I pulled her hoodie up over her head, leaving her eyes and nose covered as I grabbed onto it with my right hand, still holding both of her wrists tightly, bending her arms down behind her head.

Her mouth hung open, panting loudly as her nose and eyes were covered, blind to everything, her bare chest exposed to me. I leaned in and roughly pressed my lips to hers. She moaned, high-pitched, and finally submitted, panting through her nose as she kissed me back, our passionate, highly erotic wet kiss rivaling that rainy, upside down kiss in the first Spider-Man movie.

Our tongues tasted each other. Hungrily, loud and ****. My left hand closed around her right breast, squeezing roughly as I groped it, her nipple already hard against my palm. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, hers licking at it, our breaths loud, filling the room with the sounds of passion and hot lust.

I pulled away and her mouth hung open, lips wet and tongue searching blindly for mine. I tightened my grip on her wrists and leaned down, clamping my lips around her nipple as I squeezed her small fit, feeding it into my hungry mouth. She gasped, moaning a loud whimper as she bucked against the wall, back arched, ass pressing back helplessly.

“Mmmm,” I hummed loudly, sucking hard on her nipple, the supple flesh of her breast in my gripping hand. I pulled my lips away and latched onto her left, flicking my tongue over her hard nipple as I suckled, taking my teeth over the sensitive skin as I suckled her nipple in and out of my lips quickly.

She winced and moaned, her high-pitched voice driving me fucking crazy. Her mouth hung open, covered eyes unseeing, her lips swollen and pink, glistening with saliva. My cock was hard as steel, painfully straining against the inside of my jeans. I let go of her breast and slid my hand down to her crotch, slipping inside her shorts and panties, quickly sliding my middle finger down through the wet folds of her pussy. She arched her back and let out a series of quick, stuttering breaths, her body trembling as I rubbed her up and down with the length of my finger.

She was so fucking wet already. Jesus Christ. Just feeling her, sucking on her nipple, hearing her pants and whimpers and moans made the precum surge up my shaft, leaving a wet spot inside my boxer briefs. I groaned deeply as I sank my finger inside her pussy, the muscles of my forearm straining. She gasped loudly, then closed her mouth and hummed a long hum, her thighs closing as if to trap me and keep my hand right where it was.

I let go of her wrists and put my hand on top of her head.

“Get on your knees,” I demanded, my voice low and gruff. She squirmed, trying to keep my finger inside of her pussy, wanting the moment to last longer. Oh I’d give her pussy some well-deserved attention, but right now I wanted my dick sucked.

I gripped her hair and firmly pulled, making her wince, eyes still covered. Her hoodie had pulled up over her nose and her nostrils flared, mouth open and contorted with lust. With shameful pleasure. With sin, and the euphoric, urgent and needy effects it brings with it.

“Suck it,” letting her know exactly what I wanted. “Suck my fucking cock.” She grunted in frustration but quickly dropped to her knees. I pushed her down, and her ass touched the floor, legs spread as she knelt before me, naked chest heaving as she panted. I quickly and roughly unzipped my jeans with my left hand, awkwardly pulling them down and stepping out of them, making sure to grab the little pink bottle out of my back pocket and toss it on her bed behind me, before kicking my jeans and underwear off to the side.

Her head was tilted up at me, her eyes and head still covered by her hoodie, her lips pursed to swallow the saliva as her mouth seemed to water. I grabbed my shirt with one hand and pulled it up over my head, tossing it with my jeans, still holding her wrists behind her head, her elbows bent on either side of her head. I grabbed my cock and pressed the tip to her lips, then moaned when I felt them part and close around the head.

“Mmmm, fuck,” I groaned, quickly feeding her another inch to feel that sensation on the underside, just past the head. The satisfaction was immediate and worth it. Her wet lips suckled and her tongue slid across that sensitive skin just the way I liked it. So fucking amazing. I pushed another inch into her mouth, and watched her gag quietly, but keep sucking me. I let out a deep sigh, shaking my head as I watched her half-covered face, my dick in her mouth and her small tits exposed, nipples hard and pink. Good fucking God. Does it get any better than this? I sneered into a smirk. Oh fuck yes it, does. And it will very soon.

I let go of my cock and placed my hand on top of her head, setting the pace as I started gently fucking her mouth. Her wrists, which had relaxed some time ago, offering no resistance as I held them, were barely in my relaxed grip now. I sighed as she let me push another inch into her mouth, and down her warm, wet tongue, her lips suckling softly as her cheeks sucked in a bit. Jesus Christ, she was getting good at this.

“Mmm,” I moaned again, to which she let out a soft moan of her own. God, was she enjoying it?

I let go of her wrists and let my hand fall to my side, still resting my other hand on top of her hoodie covered head, which occasionally thumped softly against the wall behind her as I smoothly thrust my hips into her. She kept her arms right where they were, closing her slender fingers around the fabric of her hoodie to hold on, whimpering softly as she let me slow-fuck her mouth, that tongue and those lips slowly but surely leading me to the promised land. God, her tits are nice. Small and perfect. They fit so nice in my hands.

I groaned as her tongue slid further down the underside of my shaft, causing a surge of precum to rise to the tip and feed her. She whimpered again, no doubt feeling it. Tasting it. Fuck.

This must be what heaven is like.

It was addictive, I’ll be honest.

All of it.

Her.

But still…

There’s a reason I was here.

To finish what I’d started in the classroom.

I’d told her that I was gonna fuck that ass, and I sure as shit wasn’t gonna pass that up. Not when she looked so God damned cute tonight in those shorts.