Teach Me Read Free Page B

fast up and down his shaft.
    “Don’t you fucking come in my classroom,” I tell him.
    “Don’t worry, Miss Lawlor. You’re gonna swallow every last fucking drop.”
    I reteach my lesson from yesterday, watching Lucas jerk off, his cock getting darker and darker as he gets closer to climax. Suddenly, he cries out, “Miss Lawlor, I need you.” I run to his side, dropping to my knees, and swallowing the fucking geyser of cum that shoots out of him just as I wrap my lips around the head. He shoves his cock deep and I lick him dry, loving how he tastes. After he’s done quivering, I sit back on my heels, and smile at him.
    “My turn,” I tell him.
    “Oh, God, yes.”
    We go to my desk, which I cleaned off earlier throughout the day, and I lie back across it. Lucas doesn’t take my skirt off, but pushes it up to my waste, and he swirls a finger around my distended clit. I want his cock, but I know he’ll need time, and I am happy to let him make me come another way in the meantime.
    “You’re not wearing any panties,” he observes.
    “They’re in my desk,” I explain.
    “Give them to me.” I do and he breathes them in, sighing, and then shoves them in my mouth. It should be gross, but tasting myself is actually incredibly erotic, and Lucas goes down to get his own taste. I feel his tongue begin to explore my folds, and completely immerse myself in the motions. This kid is pretty fucking impressive for someone so young. He brings me right to the edge and then cruelly backs away, his face glazed from being deep in my pussy.
    “No,” I beg.
    “I want to fuck you, Miss Lawlor.”
    I want it, too, but I am still aching and I worry a little that it will hurt. However, as he strokes me and gets me even wetter, I realize I don’t care, and when he climbs on top of me on my desk, I just want him to destroy me. He lifts my legs so my feet are resting on his shoulders and then his cock slams deep, releasing the orgasm he had teased to the precipice with his tongue.
    “Scream, bitch,” he demands, and I do. I do his bidding, knowing that there could be kids in the hall, that other teachers could hear, that if anyone is still in the building when we leave it will mean a million questions. And still I scream, because fucking him is greater than anything I have experienced in my life until now. And I want more and more.
    Shit, Lucas knows how to make me come. I can’t believe how big he is, how good he is, and how much stamina he has. I am shaking and weak by the time I come several times, but he just keeps pumping. Maybe it’s the drugs, which are obviously unhealthy, but he is a fucking machine. I want to feel guilty that this kid’s life is a mess, that I am supposed to be the nurturing role model in his life, but I can’t when he’s buried in my pussy, because I just want him so fucking bad. And he refuses to stop. I’ll be dead before he stops.
    “I’m never gonna stop pounding you, Miss Lawlor,” he says, confirming my concern and my hope.
    “You’re going to kill me,” I tell him.
    This just makes him more aggressive and he growls again, slamming his fists down by my face, and fucking me even harder. In ordinary circumstances, it might be scary and I might be in pain from how rough he is, but I can’t feel anything but endless waves of pleasure between my legs. Shit. Something is wrong with me and I am going to pay for this later when I can’t stand up. Lucas bites along my neck, getting more intense, until he breaks skin right by the place where my neck meets my shoulders. I’m going to need a turtleneck tomorrow.
    Somehow, eventually, he slows down and, then, with almost no warning, he lets out a guttural cry and pulls out, coming all over my legs. It reaches the edges of my skirt, which is just one more mess I am going to have to deal with, but I don’t care. Hell, I won’t even be able to move when he is ready to leave.
    Panting, he collapses into my desk share and strokes himself lazily