Page 49 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11

I grabbed her hips and spun her around. She slid toward me on the desk, knowing what was coming next. She let her head fall off the side of the desk. She licked her lips like in the video as she stared at me from upside down.

How did I get so lucky? I pressed my tip against her lips. She immediately opened her mouth and I thrust forward.

Fuck. There was something magical about her giving me head upside down. Her tongue on top of my length, licking me where she usually couldn’t. The suction was different too. And I loved filling her slender neck with my cock.

“Look at you.” I pulled the monitor closer so she could see. “Look at you choking on my cock, baby.”

She moaned.

“Do you like that, dirty girl? You like when your professor fucks your face?”

She tilted her head farther back so I could press into her throat.

Jesus, Penny. My fingers tightened in her hair. I leaned forward and squeezed her perky breast with my free hand. I ran my thumb along her hard nipple and she moaned around my cock.

I didn’t even know where to look. Her breasts?

Where her skirt just covered the apex of her thighs?

Her lips around my cock? Or the footage?

The footage was so fucking hot. I leaned forward and pushed the hem of her skirt up to expose her pussy.

It was still soaked. I gently ran my index finger along her wetness.

She moaned and took my cock farther down her throat.

She was going to make me cum. And I hadn’t even spanked her yet. I thrust once more and slowly pulled out.

I grabbed her wrist and spun her back around. I pulled her off the edge of the desk.

“Turn around, Miss Taylor.”

She immediately turned around and placed her hands on the desk.

Her skirt was shorter than the one she’d worn to my office that day, her ass completely exposed. I cupped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it. She was a school girl porno brought to life. And she was letting me record the whole thing.

She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “Is it better if I look at the camera?” she asked.

“Yes.” Wait, no. Ian was watching. Fuck. But I’d already said what I said.

Penny looked past me at one of the cameras and bit her lip.

Fucking hell, Penny . Who cared if Ian watched for a few minutes? I’d get the footage for the rest of my life. Penny wanted to film this. She wanted to be bad. And I knew just how she liked to be punished. I spanked her hard.

Her body shifted forward. And she arched her back even more.

I spanked her harder, my palm leaving a red mark on her ass.

I watched a little of her juices spill down her inner thigh.

“You like being my dirty girl?” I asked as I massaged where I’d hurt her.

“Yes, Professor Hunter.”

I groaned. “Do you want to ride my dick, you little slut?”

She arched her back.

Where the fuck had I found this girl? I grabbed her hips and slammed into her. My fingernails dug into her skin, marking her as I fucked her hard.

She moaned and pushed back on the desk, matching my thrusts.

I stared at the live feed. Her ass in the air. Her body glistening with sweat. Her little school girl skirt practically pushed to her waist now.

I turned back to the real thing as I moved my hips faster.

I slid my hand along the arch of her back, dipping my thumb in the dimples right above her ass cheeks.

She was fucking perfection. Every inch of her was made for me.

And for my enjoyment later. Whenever I pleased.

Because she loved being filmed. She loved how obsessed I was with her. She loved me despite my flaws.

“Stare at the camera as you come, dirty girl. Show me how much you love your professor’s cock deep inside of you.” I gripped her hips again.

She moaned and started to clench around me.

Fuck.

“Don’t cum,” she said as she moaned, pulsing around me.

“What?” How was she expecting me not to cum when she was gripping my cock from her own orgasm?

“Not yet.” She kept milking my cock.

I gritted my teeth. I was seconds away from exploding inside of her. But she pushed on my hip, making me slide out of her.

She spun around and slowly untied the knot on her shirt. She let it fall to the ground. “You said the video we were watching earlier was your favorite.” She dropped to her knees. “Let me give you what you like, Professor Hunter.”

Jesus.

Her lips circled my cock and she went all the way down.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and started guiding her. “Touch yourself, Penny. I know you want to.”

Her hand slowly traced up her thigh.

“Show me how wet you are for your professor.”

She moaned again as she slid one finger inside of her, swirling it around her wetness.

I glanced at the video feed. “Spread your legs wider, baby. Show the camera your greedy little pussy.”

She spread her legs wider, pushing her skirt up higher. You could clearly see her fucking her fingers now.

It was so fucking hot. I knew she was expecting me to cum in her mouth like in the video from earlier. But there was one thing I loved doing more.

“I don’t want to cum down your throat.” I gripped her hair tighter. “I want to drench your pretty little face.”

Her eyes grew round as she looked up at me.

“Would you like that, Miss Taylor?”

She moaned around my cock.

That was definitely a yes.

I felt the familiar pull in my stomach. Fuck. I pulled out of her warm mouth and grabbed the base of my cock. Two strokes and I exploded all over her face. Again. And again. And again.

My cum dripped down her chin, landing on her exposed tits.

I landed one last shot between her breasts. I watched my cum trace a path down her stomach, pooling in her bellybutton. So. Fucking. Perfect.

When we had sex in my office that first time, all I’d wanted to do was stay. I’d wanted to worship her body. I’d wanted to give her everything I had. Instead, I’d walked away. Leaving her naked and alone on my desk.

But now? Now I could do what I should have done the first time. I dropped to my knees.

“You’re so beautiful, Penny.” I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. It was the only place I hadn’t drenched.

“Covered in your cum?”

“I love you covered in my cum.” I reached down and grabbed her wrist. “Now let me take care of you.”

“You already have,” she said with a smile. “Several times.”

I pulled her fingers out of her pussy and slide them into my mouth.

Her chest rose and fell as she watched me lick her clean.

“Let me worship you, baby.” I leaned down and traced gentle kisses up her inner thigh as I pushed up her skirt.

“I can’t take anymore,” she said. Her voice almost sounded pained.

“Remember what I told you after our date at the beach? You can handle more than you think.” I buried my face in her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

Besides, she’d asked me to punish her. I lightly tugged on her clit with my teeth.

She gripped my hair.

I grabbed her ass, trying to get more leverage. I couldn’t get enough of her. I thrust my tongue back into her wetness.

Her back started to arch.

I looked up at her as she came around my tongue. She was staring directly into the camera.

Good girl.