Uncivilized
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She steps into my arms and tilts her head up at me. Never wanting to miss an opportunity to have my mouth against hers, I give her a kiss, immediately deepening it as I pull her in tight to my body.
Moira gasps when she feels my erection swelling against her, pulling back with a laugh. “Get yourself under control, Zach. We’re in an institution of higher learning.”
I walk her backward until her legs hit the back of her desk and grind my shaft against her. Feels so f**king good.
“I need to f**k you right now,” I breathe out over her mouth, and then I nip at her lip.
Moira moans in my arms and tries to push me away. “No. Not here in my office.”
“Yes, here in your office,” I tell her as my hands go down to start inching up her skirt. She doesn’t wear stockings, for which I’m immensely grateful, because that will make this just a tad easier on me to get in and get the job done quickly.
My fingers have become so accustomed to finding her sweet spot that I swiftly find my way under her panties, and then I’m stroking her wet folds. “Fucking perfect,” I moan with my lips near her ear.
“Zach… we can’t do this. Someone might come,” she pleads, but then I sink a finger into her and she says, “Oh, damn… that feels good. Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t going to stop,” I tell her before biting her earlobe and then sucking on it to ease the sting. “Want me to f**k you, or eat you out, then you can suck my cock?”
“Oh, geez,” she mutters. “But God, I love your filthy mouth.”
My finger flutters over her clit, and I lean back to look down at her. “Which do you want?”
Chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes glazed with lust, she contemplates her choices. I shove a finger back inside, and she groans. “Come on, Moira… make a choice. I’m dying here.”
Her lip pops free of her teeth, swollen and glistening wet. “Quick f**k. We don’t have time for the other.”
“Good answer,” I tell her as I spin her around and push her down until her chest comes to rest on the pile of books and papers on her desk. Skimming my fingers up the backs of her thighs, I push her skirt up. She’s wearing a pair of pale pink panties made of soft silk… one of my favorite pairs she owns.
I don’t make a lot of money at my part-time job at Cannon’s here in Evanston, but I do spend some each month on buying her a piece of lingerie. I love dressing her in it, and then peeling it off with my teeth.
Taking care not to rip or stretch the delicate material, because I bought it with my hard-earned money, I push the material to the side until her pu**y is exposed to me.
So f**king beautiful and completely mine.
I drag a finger up through her flesh, catching her moisture on my finger and then sucking it off. She tastes like f**king Heaven.
“Mmmm,” I growl low. “I’m rethinking this… I think I want to eat you out for lunch instead.”
“No way,” she says as she pushes her h*ps back against me. “You got me in the mood for a f**king, so give it to me.”
I bring my hands down and squeeze her ass cheeks, before pulling them apart to look at her tight bud back there. I f**ked that last night… with her riding me from the top. It was transcendental.
“Okay, baby,” I tell her as I bring my hands to my shorts and release my cock. It’s swollen hard as a rock and pr**cum seeps out of the slit in the head.
Stepping in close, I bring it to the honey-slick folds of her pu**y and line up just right. With a distinct push of my h*ps forward, I sink in to her and Moira groans… really loudly.
“You’re going to need to be quiet, baby,” I tell her. “Or someone will hear.”
Her head thrashes back and forth as I pump in and out of her a few times, having to practically bite my tongue to keep quiet myself.
On a particularly deep stroke, Moira cries out again, and my hand snakes around to cover her mouth. She bares her teeth and lightly bites at my palm, which causes me to smile and start to thrust into her harder.
I need to make this quick because she really would be in a world of trouble if someone caught us. Not that our relationship is a secret. The school is well aware of my situation and my relationship with Moira, and it’s not forbidden. Modern times and all that. But she certainly can’t be caught f**king around in her office. Society just isn’t ready for that yet.
I pound her sweet flesh with my cock, racing faster and faster toward my cl**ax. I don’t want to leave her behind and while I can feel her breath quickening and her muscles clutching at me deep, I want to get her there first. I put my other hand between her legs and give her cl*t a swift pinch, knowing that the pleasure-pain will set her off.
Yeah… I know her body that f**king well.
Like a cannon, she explodes around me, and her cry vibrates against the palm of my hand. And, f**k yeah… coming now… fucking hard.
I slam in one more time, and then hold still so I can reap the pleasures of another fantastically amazing orgasm brought on by the sexiest, most beautiful, most loving woman in the world.
My Moira.
Moira’s cheeks are still flushed red from our lovemaking not ten minutes ago, and she’s so stunningly beautiful in this moment as we sit at an outdoor cafe and wait for our order, that I have the urge to wrap her in my arms and nuzzle up against her.
“Why do you have that goofy grin on your face?” she says as she takes a sip of her iced tea.