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Before the door closes, Mason's back behind me and spins me to face him. His cocky grin exaggerates the angular arch of his brows, the slight twinkle in his deep brown eyes. I'm too attracted to him.
"You heard your mother," he says, peppering me with kisses. "Thank me."
5
MASON
"Thank you, Mr. Montoya," Maddison says with a grin.
I kiss her slightly, letting this sensation linger. Almost getting caught by her parents is a rush, but this is nothing like I ever imagined.
"Tell me again, Madison," I whisper between kisses. My cock is a few strokes away from being ready for a true round.
"Thank you, Mr. Montoya. Let me show you the perfect place for me to show you how grateful I am."
I'm expecting her to bring me to her bedroom, but the door she takes me through on the second floor opens to a dark room. The walls are an espresso shade of brown with floor-to-ceiling shelves on two entire walls. A large oak desk with a nameplate and a library of law books behind it makes this room look more like a photoshoot set than an office.
Madison hooks her index at me, beckoning me closer to her where she sits on top of the desk. She slides one of her legs up my side, hooking her leg around me to snatch me closer.
"Fuck me here, Mason. Every time my dad drags me in here for a discussion about my future, I can tune him out with memories of this, of us."
"I want to make a million more memories with you, Madison." I rub my hardening cock at her entrance. The moment in the kitchen is a sample compared to what I want now. I won't be able to give her up. I need Madison.
Burying myself inside of her until we feel like a single entity moving together in unison. My arms cradle her, one across her back and the other holding her leg above my waist. Every motion has to make a new memory between us.
Our tongues meet before we lose ourselves in a kiss that drowns out every possible notion of us getting caught. A moan escapes my throat as Madison tilts her head to one side and mine follows. Our mouths dance while I push every inch of myself in and out of her walls.
The ripples of pleasure, the pressure of her walls, Madison letting me make love to her in her father's office are some of the most intense experiences of my sexual life. Every thrust connects us in a way that I never thought possible. The slip and subtle way her pussy tightens around me while we kiss on the desk.
Passion engulfs us, swarming around us until we knock everything off the desk. I lie on my back with Madison straddling me, rocking back and forth, up and down, smooth and gradually building up her speed.
She pulls her dress off over her head, showing me her tits. It forces me to sit up while she still fucks me. My mouth descends on them, holding her back to lean her further away to get amouthful. She moans and grabs onto my hair as I suck, bite, and squeeze her nipples between my lips.
My hand slides down her back until I cup her ass, squeeze it hard, and growl. "Fuck, you're going to drive me crazy every day in class. I'm going to have to quit my job."
"No, don't quit. I don't want another teacher coming in?—"
I stop, holding her in place with a devious grin, waiting for her to finish. "You'd let another teacher come in where?"
She laughs softly, kissing me hungrily. "I'm going to have to actually do the work if another teacher comes in."
I could tell her again that this doesn't mean she's getting an 'A' in my class. But I'd be a fool and a liar. It'll be more likely I quit than risk a scandal that will affect her reputation once she leaves school.
Madison starts moving against me slowly at first. We fall back into our rhythm. I can feel the anticipation building up. An explosion of orgasmic proportions. Fuck me. How did I get this lucky?
"Do it, Mason. Come inside of me," she whispers against my lips, and that sends signals to every nerve in my body.
My pulse thuds against my eardrums. The room goes white before I close my eyes to release every drop of my seed inside Madison.
It feels like I just ran a marathon, but somehow, we get the energy to stumble to her bedroom. It's cool, more black and gray than anything. It's a stark contrast to the bubblegum-popping image that came strutting into my class yesterday.
We collapse onto the bed. I'm counting the minutes before the flash of her mother's headlights tells me to get out of here.
"I can't stay here, Madison."
"Just a little bit longer," she says, laying her head on my chest. It feels right, like she found a nook meant just for her.
I run a few strands of her hair between my fingers, playing in her hair as we lie in the stillness of after.
