Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“You’re a very naughty girl, showing your bare bottom to your professor.” Bron adjusts his legs in a way that tips the top of my body forward, showing him even more of my naughty parts. “You should be ashamed of yourself for being such a bad girl.”
He rubs his hand over my ass cheeks, while his other slides under me to cup my pussy. “Are you prepared for your punishment?”
I shake my head and kick my feet. “No! Please don’t spank me.”
“I’m afraid I have to, Hazel. It’s what you deserve.” He jiggles the flesh on my backside, and my pussy clenches.
“No, please don’t! I promise I’ll do better. I’ll be good.” I’m surprised how easy it is to play pretend, and how much fun it is.
“Get ready. It’s time to teach you a lesson.” He gives my ass another quick rub, followed immediately by a sharp smack. It stings, but doesn’t really hurt. He does it again, a little harder, and it gets my juices flowing. I wouldn’t have expected spanking to turn me on, but it definitely does!
I want more, but I play my role and tell Bron the opposite. “I’ll be good from now on, Professor. I promise! You don’t have to spank me anymore.”
“I’m afraid I do, Hazel. You’ve been such a bad girl.” Thwack!
Okay, that really stung, but damn if I don’t want more. “No more, please!” I squirm and struggle, and the heel of his hand grinds into my clit, which only makes me squirm more.
“It’s for your own good.” Thwack!
“Please professor.” There are a couple of actual tears in my eyes, but that’s nothing compared to the amount of wetness between my legs.
“One more, and then we’ll see if you’re ready to be good.”
“I am! I am ready to be—” Thwack!
The last one isn’t very hard at all, and he follows it up by rubbing my stinging flesh, making small circles with his palm to soothe my skin. His fingers sink into my drenched pussy, and I moan.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, sounding only partly still in character. More to himself, he mutters, “Fuck, Hazel.”
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and lays me gently on the bed. Finally, he takes off his jeans and releases his cock, so long and thick and beautiful.
As he stretches out beside me, his fingers return to my pussy, this time stroking inside me while his mouth lavishes attention on my breasts, back and forth between them, circling my nipples with his tongue, sucking them, capturing them in his teeth and squeezing until I could nearly come.
He rolls on a condom—thank god he remembers, because I’m in a lust-filled daze—and puts my hand on his cock, urging me to guide him to my opening. Our eyes meet briefly, and my insides melt, I’m so hot for this man.
I wrap my hand around his base and urge him toward me. The head of his cock slips between my folds, then slowly disappears inside me, inch by inch. He watches my face as he presses in. There’s lingering sensitivity from this morning, but it’s barely noticeable with all the pleasure Bron’s providing.
Once he’s fully inside me, I wrap my legs around him and he starts to move, very slowly, his girth dragging against my inner walls, making me sigh with pleasure. It’s a wonder there’s any friction, as wet as I am, but there is, and it’s delicious.
Every time he sinks into me, it’s like a promise, and my hips rise in response, meeting him with every stroke.
As our pace speeds up, he props himself on one arm and slides his hand between us to work my clit. He circles and presses, circles and presses, and I feel like I might explode. A light pinch sends me skyrocketing, my hips pumping and my pussy grinding on his cock.
It’s my most intense one yet. I’ve been desperate for it since he first spanked me.
Bron keeps still inside me until I go limp with the aftershocks, then he changes his angle, rubbing his cock over my still-sensitive clit, and starts moving again. This time he’s faster, almost frantic, and I come again before I realize it’s about to happen. He groans and stiffens, looking tortured as he follows me right over the edge.
I’ve gone from inexperienced virgin, straight to having sex twice in one day with two different men. I guess I am a naughty girl.
Afterward, he cradles my head on his arm for a while before bringing a warm cloth to clean me up. When he lies down next to me, I drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling utterly content and very happy.
BRON
I wake up with Hazel sprawled across me and morning wood so hard it feels like a baseball bat. There’s no doubt it’s because of her.