“Jesus Christ, Crosby.”
Then after slowly licking two fingers, pushing them in and out of my mouth, I dip them between my legs and slide them inside. I can’t help but moan.
Weston starts unbuttoning his shirt. His dark eyes are fixed on me, and they seem to sparkle as he watches me finger-fuck myself.
Using the other hand to tug on my nipples, I nearly bring myself to orgasm without even trying. Weston undoes his fly, and his gorgeous manhood bounces out. It’s my favorite part of him—strong, demanding, huge, and very loving—just like the rest of him.
“What do I have to do to get an A?” I bat my eyelashes at him, pulling one wet finger from my pussy and sliding it into my mouth.
“How badly do you want it?” Weston asks, his voice low and gravelly with need. He walks over to me and caresses the back of my head.
“So bad. I need it,” I say, my lips only inches from his straining cock.
“Show me,” he says. He gently grabs a fistful of my hair with one hand and uses the other to grab the tie. “Show me how badly. Open your mouth wide.” He yanks my head back so that I’m looking in his eyes.
Weston slides his dripping cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat on the first thrust. I can barely fit so much dick in my mouth. He controls my head and forces me to take it all. I’m so turned on that the chair is slick with the desire that’s flooding between my legs the more demanding he becomes. I love Weston like this—overpowered by the need for release, simultaneously controlling me and at my mercy with his need.
“I’ll give you an A if you swallow all my come.” I nearly come on the chair when West starts talking dirty.
“Yes, Professor,” I say after pulling off his dick. He yanks me forward again with the tie, and I submit to his savage thrusts into my mouth. With his shirt unbuttoned, I can scrape my nails up his defined abdomen and almost reach his tight pectorals. His body is taut, and his muscles tense with his impending release.
“I knew you wanted my cock the minute you first walked into my class. You shamelessly put everything on display for me, and now you’re gonna pay for it.” My body quakes, on the verge of orgasm just from rubbing my pussy on his office chair. Weston reaches down and slides two fingers into me. He reads me so well, knows my body better than I do. I ride his fingers brazenly while I suck him off.
“Shit, baby I’m gonna come,” he says. Weston’s body tenses before releasing into my mouth. As I’m swallowing what he’s spilled, I start falling apart on his hand. He increases the friction back and forth, and he plunges his fingers in and out. When I peak, he pinches my nipples, and I buck on his hand as I rub my clit into his palm.
“That’s a girl,” Weston says. I fall apart on his hand and eventually come down.
My husband collapses to his knees and pulls me in by his tie for a kiss. I’m so tired already, and the sex has worn me out completely.
“Crosby, your breasts look huge,” Weston says. He cups one of my swollen breasts with a perplexed expression.
I smile at his confusion.
“Marlowe’s little sister or brother will arrive in the beginning of May,” I tell him.
Joy overtakes his face, and he pulls me into a hug.
“Crosby, you just made my whole life.”