Page 7 of Schooling Lucy (Off Limits #1)

His face turned thunderous, and a little of my bravado faded. I gasped when he grabbed me by my shoulders, roughly turned me around, and placed his hand on the middle of my back. With a gentle yet firm push, he pressed me down against his desk until I caught my upper body with my hands.

"Mr. Drake!"

I felt the cool air on my ass as he lifted my skirt. An embarrassed blush crossed my cheeks.

"What are you - oh!"

Whack !

Was he really...?

Whack !

"Oh, my god." The sting was sharp but not hard enough for it to linger. "Are you fucking crazy?"

"That was for thinking I would ever do this with another student, let alone another woman," he hissed against my hair.

"Mr. Drake," I moaned. He rubbed his large hand against my buttocks, smoothing any remaining sting.

"That was for ignoring my text messages. And this -"

Whack!

I gasped as my panties grew damp. That smack seemed a little harder than the last two, but instead of feeling outraged, I threw my head back and arched more into his touch.

His hot breath leaned against my ear. "- is for letting that punk ass boy flirt with you."

My eyes flew open as I tried to rear back. "What? I didn't let him flirt with me! He -"

He turned me around and pulled me down onto my knees before him.

The words died in my mouth as I was confronted with his very large, very aroused cock, pressing against his navy blue slacks.

My mouth dried as I realized what was about to happen.

But instead of crawling away in a panic, my body hummed with anticipation.

I licked my lips, already picturing his rigid member pressing against them.

With swift movements, he had his belt unbuckled and his pants shoved down along with his boxer briefs. His big cock slapped against his tight stomach. Somewhere amid my yearning daydream, he had unbuttoned his shirt.

The tip of his cock was an angry purple color.

White pre-come leaked from the end, and my mouth watered in need.

I had caught glimpses of his cock - his hand frantically moving against it while he groaned my name and a blur of it when I was in a post-orgasmic haze as he shot his load over my body.

But seeing it up close - each intricate vein and smooth groove - lit a fire in me that started in my groin and licked up to my erect nipples.

I glanced up at him, suddenly feeling awkward. I had never done this before. Never even seen a naked cock in real life until his. And I had a feeling that I was starting with the Everest of cocks.

With his eyes boring into mine, he grabbed his dick from the base and smeared the tip against my lips. My eyes clouded over as I licked the excess salty wetness.

He threw his head back and groaned as my tongue brushed his penis. "This is your punishment, baby girl. You get to choke on my cock and swallow my come."

Oh, god...

Why did that make my clit tingle?

"Ah uh," Mr. Drake slapped his cock against my cheek. "You don't get to touch yourself. That's part of your punishment."

"Please...," I begged, my mouth brushing his length. I turned my head and slid the smooth flesh against my cheek. I could feel his cream smear on my skin.

"Please, what?" He gathered my hair and tugged, pulling my head back.

"Please...put your cock in my mouth," I gasped.

"Fuck!" He ground out as he pushed his cock past my willing lips into the warm depths.

"Suck my dick like the dirty slut you are."

I moaned around his length, my mouth stretching obscenely. He held my hair up as his hips started to piston in and out of my mouth. Saliva gathered and dripped out the corners as I clung onto his lean hips. At first, I couldn't catch his rhythm, my movements feeling clumsy.

"Relax your throat, baby," he moaned. "You're doing so well."

Wanting to impress him, I did as instructed while moving my head with his thrusts. I was still gagging and dripping saliva out of my mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks.

But I fucking loved it. The fullness in my mouth, the burn in my throat, the ache in my jaw. The taste of his pre-come spilling... If he hadn't banned me from touching myself, my hand would be buried so far up my snatch, knocking on the door of my virginity.

"Yes, yes, baby. Swallow my fucking cock. Your mouth feels like heaven."

Gagging noises filled the room, followed by wet sloshes. Mr. Drake's grunts of pleasure echoed in between his murmurs of praise.

Just when I was about to disobey a direct order and sneak my fingers up my skirt, the most awful thing happened.

"Roman? You in here?"

I immediately pulled my mouth from Mr. Drake's cock with a shocked pop at the sound of my Dad's voice. I covered my mouth as my eyes widened in fear.

Mr. Drake only brought his finger to his lips, seemingly unaffected by my father being just outside the door.

"Ro?" The handle on his private office door jiggled, and I sagged in relief when I realized Mr. Drake had the foresight to lock it.

"Hey, Michael?"

"What are you doing?" I mouthed at him in alarm. He could've easily kept quiet.

Instead, he grinned at me as he clutched his cock again, tapping it against my nose. My eyes narrowed in annoyance, realizing that this infuriating man was getting off on this fucked up scenario.

Well, two could play this game.

"Roman? You okay in there?"

"Yeah, I'm - fuck!"

Mr. Drake - Roman - jerked when he felt my mouth settle over one heavy ball sac. Now it was my turn to grin shamelessly as I flicked my tongue against the groomed sac.

"Are you okay?" My Dad's voice sounded concerned as the door handle jiggled again.

"Yeah, sorry." Roman bit his lip as he watched me, no doubt forcing back a groan. His brow was furrowed in concentration before another low curse spilled from his lips as I pulled the heavy flesh into my mouth and quietly sucked.

"I - uh - spilled liquid on me while I was cleaning out the beakers."

I rolled my eyes in mockery at his fib before moving across to his other sac and mouthing it with the same attention.

"I keep spare clothes here in case this happens. You won't believe the amount of times I've done this." His laugh sounded strangled, but to an outsider, it seemed like the distracted sound of someone completing a task. Like pretending to change into clothes after a fake chemical spill.

"Ah, shit, sorry, man. I'll give you privacy. I just wanted to check if you've seen my daughter. I know this was her last class before lunch, so I thought maybe she stayed back."

Roman's lips twitched in amusement as he rubbed my moving jaw.

This was wrong. I should stop this. My Dad was on the other side of the door asking for me while I was sucking on my teacher's ball sac. I was going to hell.

I buried my face against Roman's crotch, his pubic hairs tickling me.

I rubbed my face against the coarse hairs, like a cat rubbing up against their owner.

I closed my eyes and stroked his long cock against my cheek, up and down, before sticking my tongue out of the corner of my mouth and licking the tip sidewards.

What a way to go.

"Sorry, man. She left with everyone else."

My Dad sighed. "Figured as much. I'll check the courtyard. I forgot to give her lunch money." I heard a tap on the wall before my Dad said, "See ya," and left.

Once we heard his footsteps retreat and the heavy outer door of the classroom close, Roman jerked my head back.

"You dirty fucking girl," he panted as he stroked his dick. "You liked sucking on Daddy's balls while your Dad looked for you?"

"Yessss," I moaned when I heard that forbidden title spill out of his mouth. I noted that he didn't call my Dad 'Daddy,' reserving that name just for him.

"You've been punished enough. Open that slutty mouth and receive your reward."

I obeyed, sticking my tongue out on instinct. I had seen this on a porno once. I now understood its appeal.

"Here it comes...fuuuuck!" He aimed the tip of his dick down on my tongue and coated it with his come.

There was so much of it; it filled my mouth before overflowing down the sides. I watched Roman's face as he released. He grunted throughout his orgasm, his face twisting in pleasure, his mouth pulled back in a grimace.

"Take it all. Take my come, baby."

I stayed kneeling, letting him use me as his own personal come dumpster. My bottom half twisted as I tried to self-pleasure through the friction of my thighs rubbing together.

Once the last of his come had been released, he let go of his dick before sticking his thumb in my mouth, keeping it open. He stared at the mess he made with satisfaction before removing his hand.

"Swallow," he ordered.

I swallowed his come without hesitation while he watched me with a burning stare. I was already familiar with his taste since I had scooped his come off my body, so I didn't waver as I swiped my fingers again to gather the come dripping down my chin.

"Fucking hell," he murmured as he watched me stuff my fingers full of come into my mouth and suck.

He yanked me up and covered my mouth with his own, uncaring that he was also swapping his own come into his mouth.

"Hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," he groaned against my lips. "You did this when I left you that night, didn't you? Ate my come off your sexy body."

"Yessss," I gasped as he devoured my mouth again, his fingers rising up the back of my thighs to brush against my pussy. "As soon as you left, I stuffed your come into my mouth and pussy," I confessed.

"Fuck!" He shoved me against his desk and sank to his knees. I spread my thighs, already knowing what was to come.

"For that, you get your real reward," he growled before I clutched his hair as his head disappeared under my skirt.