Honor Thy Teacher (Honor Series) - By Mummert, Teresa Page 0,48
had, without the coke to make his thoughts race.
“It will work.” I said quietly as Emma rounded the corner. I put my finger to her lips to keep her quiet. She smirked and went to the cupboard to get herself a cup for her morning coffee.
“What if it doesn’t?” He was pleading with me like a child to to tell him everything was going to be okay. That the monster in his closet wasn’t real, but I was that monster.
“You have my word it will be taken care of.” I assured him. Emma reached for the sugar that sat on the counter in front of me. I pushed it back out of her reach and gave her a devilish smile. She made a face at me. She reached again and again I pushed it farther. She lifted her body up so her feet came off the floor and reached again. I closed the gap between us, pressing myself against her backside.
“I’ll call you back.” I said to Stephen and hung up. I sat the phone down and slid my fingers down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her back into me. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter. I slowly looped my fingers in her panties and pulled them down. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “Don’t let go.” I pushed against her entrance, slowly letting myself slide in. I rocked slowly against her. Gripping her hipbones. She moaned quietly. “You like it when I fuck you nice and slow?” I asked, saying the words in time with my thrusts.
“Yes, Sir” She moaned and her back arched, allowing me to go deeper. I did. “Aaahh” she breathed. I slid my hand up the length of her spine and tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling back gently. I began to move faster, filling her completely. “You feel so good inside of me.” Her words burned. My good girl begging to be fucked. Her walls tightened around me, sending us both tumbling over the edge of ecstacy. I continued to rock my hips until the last shutter of pleasure rippled through her body. I released her hair and she lay her head down on the countertop, exhausted. I stepped back and admired the beautiful view. I brought my hand down across her backside. She screamed and arched her back. I quickly dipped my fingers between her thighs and rubbed lightly over her wetness. I wasn’t finished with her yet. I lay back over her and gently nipped her earlobe. “Mmmm” The sound of wanting escaped her lips.
“This” I let a finger slip inside of her and pulled back out. “Belongs to me” I rubbed her slowly in small circles, again and again.
“Yes” Her fingers held tight to the edge of the countertop.
“Say it” I let my finger slide back inside of her. She pushed back against me, eager for more.
“It belongs to you.” She moaned. I laughed at her sudden shyness.
“Your pussy belongs to me.” I slipped a second finger inside of her. “Say it.” I breathed into her ear.
“My pussy belongs to you.” She was willing to do anything. I smiled as I slipped my other hand around her waist. I rubbed against her front with one hand while fucking her with the fingers from the other. She tightened around me, pulling them deeper as she panted, unraveling again.
I gripped her hips and pulled back off the counter. She leaned against it, steadying herself. I slid her cup of coffee over to her.
“Sugar is on the counter.” I smirked and went to my room to get dressed for the day.
The morning went by without a hitch. Angela had not shown up to work today and very few people were talking about Jeff’s accident. When it came time for Emma’s class I felt like the world was no longer fighting against us. I watched her walk in my room like an angel who had just walked to throught the gates of heaven. My heaven. I mingled with the students, answering questions about graduation for a few minutes, but my thoughts never left her. I stared at her whenever possible, even taking a moment to smell her sweet scent on my fingers. A knock came at the door and I immediately looked to Emma. She was stricken with panic. I ran my hands through my hair wondering what it would be to end my beautiful fantasy. The accident from my past, Jeff’s crash. Angela, Abby?
I walked to