Page 6 of His to Teach

Another shake of her head, more vigorous this time. "Never. No one has ever…I've never..."

A virgin. Eighteen and untouched. Shame and triumph collide inside me—shame because I'm about to ruin something pure, triumph because I'll be the first and only man to have her. She's mine in a way no student should ever be.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, giving her one final out.

"Yes," she whispers, voice shaking. "Please.”

Those words snap the last thread of my restraint. I kiss her again, harder this time, my tongue claiming her mouth while my hands push her dress up around her waist. She whimpers when I pull back, but I need to see her. All of her.

"Stand up," I order, stepping back. "Take it off."

She slides off the desk on unsteady legs and reaches for the hem of her sundress. There's a moment of hesitation, then she pulls it over her head in one fluid motion. She stands before me in nothing but pale blue underwear and a matching bra, her body small and perfect. Full breasts, tiny waist, smooth pale skin that I want to mark as mine.

"Beautiful," I murmur, and she blushes from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts.

I strip efficiently—shirt, belt, pants—until I'm down to my boxer briefs, cock straining against the fabric. Her eyes widen as she takes in my body, lingering on the obvious bulge.

"Will it…fit?" she asks, and the innocent question nearly undoes me.

"We'll make it fit, princess." I guide her back onto the desk. "Lie back for me."

She obeys, lying back across my desk, papers crunching beneath her. I hook my fingers in her underwear and pull them down her legs, exposing her completely. Her pussy is pink and perfect, already slick with arousal. I spread her thighs wider, exposing her to my gaze.

"Look how wet you are for me," I growl, running one finger through her folds. She gasps, hips jerking. "Such a good little girl, opening so perfectly for her professor."

Her eyes fly to mine at the phrase "little girl," pupils dilating with arousal.

I keep stroking her, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. When I slide one finger inside her, she's impossibly tight, her inner walls gripping me like a vise. I work her slowly, adding a second finger when she's ready, stretching her carefully for what's to come.

"Please," she begs, hips rising to meet my touch. "I need…I need..."

"What do you need, princess? Tell me."

"You. Inside me. Please."

I free my cock from my boxers, thick and heavy in my hand. I stroke myself once, twice, then position myself at her entrance. "This might hurt at first. Tell me if you need me to stop."

She nods, eyes locked on mine with absolute trust. I press forward, just the head breaching her tight entrance. She winces, and I freeze.

"Breathe," I instruct her. "Relax for me, little girl."

Something about those words makes her soften, her body yielding to me. I push forward slowly, inch by careful inch, watching her face for signs of pain. When I'm fully seated inside her, I hold still, letting her adjust to the invasion.

"So tight," I groan. "So perfect for me."

"It feels..." she gasps, eyes wide. "So full. So much."

I begin to move, slow, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as she opens for me. The sight of my cock disappearing into her virgin pussy is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. Each thrust easier than the last as her body learns to take me.

"That's it," I praise her, voice rough. "Such a good little girl, opening so perfectly for her professor."

She moans at the words, her hips rising to meet mine.

"You like that?" I growl, thrusting deeper. "Like being my good little girl?"

"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, please."

Something primal takes over, words pouring from my mouth unchecked. "Gonna fill this tight virgin cunt until you're round and leaking my seed. You want that? Want me to breed you right here on my desk?"