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of this being the place where he’s planning on taking me makes my already wet channel drench itself again.
    Coming around the back of the table, I watch him finish undressing. He kicks out of his dress shoes. His socks get tossed into some of the rows of chairs behind him. His tie is abandoned at his feet, and all that’s left is his shirt. I feel my ribs strain from how hard I’m breathing while looking at him like this.
    Just when I think he’s about to torment me the way I did by removing one button at a time, he rips off his shirt and buttons clatter across the tile.
    My pussy throbs seeing him naked. So close. So ready. His cock hard for me. His cock ready for me.
    He powers closer, giving me a dark look when he observes I’m still lingering by the table but not on the table as requested. I like that he’s so demanding. I’m not sure I should like wanting to be ordered around and called filthy names, but I do . . . so fuck the should and shouldn’t of it.
    I decide to leave my skirt on because it’s short enough it probably falls more into the lingerie category, and the knee-highs and Mary Janes . . . those were made for fucking.
    Turning around, I lift my butt onto the table and scoot back a little before lowering my back onto the cold metal. The coolness transfers through my skin, making my already hard nipples feel like they’re about to break off.
    I hear Luke move closer, his bare feet padding across the tile. “Tsk, tsk, poppet, a gentleman might take a girl this way the first time.” He appears in front of me. His hands go to my hips right before he spins me around and pulls my ass against his hips. “But I’m not a gentleman. Now spread those legs and let my cock take what you’ve been teasing him with for months. Give him what you’ve been offering all semester.” His leg shoves between my legs, kneeing them apart, and I grab hold of the edge of the table to hang on because I can already feel him pushing on my opening. “Be a good girl.”

Chapter Four

Luke
    I should probably give her a moment to catch up to me whipping her around and dropping her legs to the floor, about to take her from behind for our first time, but I can’t. I’m so hard for her that the ache that started in my cock has spread, and my whole body is throbbing with want. I have to take her now.
    Moving myself outside of her opening, I keep one hand on her hip for a good grip when I pound inside her temptress’s body. At last, all of that teasing, the months of foreplay, have culminated to this moment.
    Emma reaches out in front of her, curling her hands around the opposite edge of the table, wanting a grip on something of her own. She’s figuring it out. She’s learning I’m not a boy who’ll pump between her legs a few times before collapsing over her—I’m a man who knows no end to my needs.
    As my cock teases her hole, feeling fresh wetness spill out and drip down him, I have to squeeze my balls to keep from coming right then. I’ve waited this long, and I will feel my first orgasm inside her welcoming body. I will unleash the load weighing down my balls as deep into her as I can. I’ll brand her womb with my seed, marking it,.
    When my hips pitch into her, my tip disappears inside.
    She moans, arching her back to take more of me in. Someone likes being taken from behind. She’s so soaked that when she tips her hips into mine again, I slip in deeper. Every muscle in my body feels ready to burst, and I can feel my heartbeat in my dick. Just as I’m about to force the rest of myself inside, I feel something impede my journey.
    “Emma, what the fuck?”
    She tips her hips again, but I keep her where she is, refusing to give her any more of myself until she explains.
    “Take me. Be my first. Break through my virgin pussy and make me yours forever.”
    I have to cup my balls and give them another hard squeeze to keep from pumping my load right there, against her hymen. A virgin? God, it’s too good to be true.