The Lie

Without realizing it, I’ve pushed another finger inside her, rubbing eagerly against her G-spot, feeling her swell around me.

“Brigs,” she gasps, her head down, her hair over her face as she breathes heavily, her body pressing back into me, wanting more. “God, you’re so good.”

Her words are so desperate and urgent and flick on a fiery switch.

I snap.

I have to get inside her now.

Right fucking now.

I quickly withdraw my fingers, rubbing them along my lips briefly, savoring her taste, as I hold my shaft, rigid and heavy in my hand and angle it into her. I try to go slow, rubbing my head around her soft opening, getting my tip wet before pushing in just a few inches.

But just a few inches is enough to make my jaw clench, trying so hard to keep myself in control. She’s so hot and slippery and tight as a fucking fist that I want to slam myself inside of her, bury myself balls deep. It takes all of me to try and keep on breathing, my fingers digging into her sides that are already tender from the way I was grabbing her earlier.

On the desk was one thing, but here, with her on my couch on all fours, my cock buried halfway into that sweet little hole of hers, this is something else. I hope I have what it takes to bide my time and enjoy every second, but since I’m already struggling to keep it together, I doubt I’ll last long.

As long as she comes first. I want her writhing and panting and screaming my name.

“You feel amazing,” I tell her, my voice guttural as I push in deeper, watching as my dick disappear into her, her resistance deliciously tight. “You’re drenching me.”

“You’ve got quite a mouth, Professor McGregor,” she says, moaning.

“Fucking right I do,” I hiss through my teeth. “You keep talking like that.”

“Call you professor?”

“Call me fucking anything. Tell me what you want. Do you want it slow and teasing or do you want me to fuck that that tight pink cunt, hard and rough?” I pause, sucking in a breath as I pull her hips up, adjusting the angle until my eyes roll back in my head. “Be careful of your answer, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.”

I pull out in a slow slide and she shudders beneath me before I push back into her, staying cautious. “I want all of you.”

I look down where the top two inches of my cock, the thickest part, is still showing. “Are you sure?” I ask her, grinding the words out as I clench my jaw. My body is burning, my muscles tightly coiled as I try to stay still. “I don’t want to hurt you at this angle. You’re tighter than a fist and my cock can barely fit as it is.”

“Yes, give it to me,” she says in a shaking whisper. “Please.”

“Professor McGregor,” I prompt, grinning to myself.

“Professor Fucking Fuck Me.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I murmur. She arches her back into me and I slip myself deeper inside her, almost to the hilt. She stretches around me with a loud gasp, her cunt so snug and wet as I roll my hips against her arse. I’m lightheaded, breathless, and the fire inside me builds, licking me until I’m lost in this provocative haze. The world has whittled down to nothing but pleasure.

“Fuck me,” she cries out. “Harder. Fucking harder.”

A growl escapes my lips and I slam myself into her until she’s hugging every throbbing inch. She’s yelling my name and I hear nothing but my blood rushing through my head as I bury myself deep inside her tight hole. My hips thrust into her, hammering in this driving rhythm.

Before I grow entirely selfish, I reach beneath her hips, trying to stroke her clit, so puffy and slick, but I’m pumping so hard into her that it’s nearly impossible.

I lean forward, sweat dripping off my brow and onto her back. “Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Come with me.”

She braces herself on one arm and reaches back, and I straighten up, my hands splayed wide around her waist, gripping her harder and harder as I pound into her with abandon.

She’s moaning, then screaming my name and swearing, and I don’t hold back. With a guttural groan, I come, the pleasure ripping through me, turning me inside out. I swear and cry out, my cum blasting into the condom as I go into some mindless, hypersensitive state. In this moment, I’m without thought or self-awareness—I’m just an animal, fucking.

I come back down to earth slowly, trying not to collapse onto her lush body. I place my hands on the ripe cheeks of her arse, leaning on them to keep myself up as I try to catch my breath. My skin is damp with sweat and burning hot, and I feel absolutely liquid inside. She’s still pulsing around me softly, as if she’s trying to milk every last bit out of me.

Natasha is panting too, her back rising and falling, having collapsed into the couch with her arse in the air. She turns her head to the side, her face red and beaded with sweat, her eyes heavy-lidded and completely sated.