Page 35 of His Favorite Student
Her words strike me with the same impact as always. I may have her beneath me already, but I quickly pin her wrists above her head with one hand, using the other to tear my boxers from my waist.
My cock springs out, hard as freshly forged iron, and slaps down on her soaked and ready cunt. The sight of it there—so big compared to her tiny little body—sends something surging through me so powerful it borders on primal violence.
I grit my teeth and press the tip against her soaked hole. “You’ve been dripping since Becca was getting ready to leave,” I say with confidence, pushing my hips forward just enough that she starts to spread.
“Yes.” My wife nods. I think about how angelic she looked at the ceremony, standing there beside me at the altar. What a contrast to the desperate little slut she is now.Myslut. No one else’s.
Her pussy lips clench around my crown, pulling, trying desperately hard to pull me in.
“Good girl.”
I slide right into her. Right where Daddy belongs.
She lets out a gasp but quickly covers it with a pillow. My muscles tighten, and I have to chew the inside of my cheek tokeep from coming. My wife’s moans always make me feel like I’m a god among men. King of the universe.
I don’t stop moving until I’m buried all the way to the hilt in my wife’s warm, tight, wet pussy. Her fingers wrap around my arms, and I feel her heels on my back as she wraps her legs around my waist. I pull back, gritting against the overwhelming sensations, and slam back into her again and again.
The slapping sounds…I’ll never grow tired of them. An audible confirmation of the work I’m putting in. Between them and the moans from her lips, it’s like my own private symphony. A symphony I was born to conduct.
“Harder, Daddy,” she mewls. “Harder.”
I let go of her wrists and grab the headboard with one hand, lightly wrapping my fingers around her neck with the other. She loves it when I do that. Says it makes her feel small, vulnerable, and submissive, but she knows I would never do anything to actually hurt her.
Pumping deeper with my hips, I give her what she needs: hard, deep, relentless thrusts that drive her up the mattress. The headboard starts to slam against the wall, so I wrap my knuckles around the backside to muffle it. She reaches up, intertwining her fingers with mine while I fuck her with all I’ve got.
“Goddamn, baby. This pussy…” I grit through my teeth as sweat begins to form on my brow. “Five years on and itstillsqueezes me like the first time I fucked you. Like it was made only for me.”
She nods, finding her voice between a moan. “It was, Daddy. Itwasmade for you.”
Knowing what she loves, I slide my hand between us and find her clit. That little nub with ten thousand nerve endings. The tender spot that brought us together the first time.
It only takes a moment before she breaks.
Her back arches off the bed, and her sweet cunt locks around my cock with such contractions that my vision starts to blur. Black darkens the edges of my eyes.
“Daddy…Daddy…Daddy…” she moans in a voice that is wrecked and desperate, wrapped up in the bliss of her release.
I know from reading her notebook that she loves when I keep the pressure on her clit, even when it’s too much. Even when it’s about to drive her past her limit.
So that’s what I do.
“Come on, baby, give me one more,” I tell her, switching the rhythm with my thumb, causing her body to jolt. “One more.”
“I–I can’t—” she stammers. But I know better.
“Yes, you can.” I shift my angle inside her, rutting deeply and thoroughly in a way that I know will stimulate her G-spot. I match the movements, my thumb and my cock working in tandem to bring her to the horizon once more.
I love watching her come. I love it.
“Be a good girl for Daddy,” I tell her. “Like you always do. Like you know you can.”
Her mouth drops, her eyes widen, and she goes off again, her whole-body twitching like she’s seizing. I feel the rush of warmth from her to me, the contractions as she squeezes my cock with her soaked channel.
I can’t hold back any longer. It’s always nearly impossible.
I bury myself as deep as I can go, and with a groan that seems to scrape my entire soul, I go off.
“I love you, Jessie. I love you.”
