"What are you waiting for?" She asked in a muffled voice behind the tie. She was trying hard not to sound desperate but he could already hear her voice shaking. Shutting her up, he lowered his briefs and shoved her harder onto the boxes and lifted her ass higher. She wiggled in anticipation. His breathing was altered a little when he felt her wetness graze him accidentally. That was all she needed. Soon enough she was grinding against him trying to force him inside of her already.
Annoyed at the pleasure she was allowing herself, he dug his fingers into her hips and her in place. He rubbed himself against her opening, never quite penetrating her but leaving just a bit of the tip inside of her. "You fucking son-" Her sentence was cut short when he started pinching the sensitive skin of her breasts. She let out a sound; it was a mix of a sigh and a groan. His engorged flesh was parting her and she could just taste the sweet pain he was going to give her. But the asshole just barely grazed her with the head of his rod.
Mr. Y chuckled to himself when he heard her pathetic attempts at cursing. She couldn't speak with the cloth stuffing her mouth. She couldn't move because of the painful grip he had on her hips. She was sure she was going to have bruises there tomorrow, which meant something because she was so dark skinned. Soon enough, he was just as frustrated and she was and he was already stretching her with the tip of his rod.
It only took a soft knock on the door for them to completely stop their movements and hold their breath. The only contact they had between themselves was the soft pressing of Mr. Y's cock against Kat's pulsing opening. "Who is it?" He finally asked in a perfectly normal voice. She had to give him credit for that later.
"Mr. Yellk, we were wondering if we can do extra credit for your class," They both heard the familiar voice on the other side of the door. Fucking Cathy, Kat cursed in her head. Her friend KNEW what the hell was going on but now she was just fucking around with her.
"The articles are on my desk, Cathy," Mr. Y said through gritted teeth. Their skin was starting to get cold and they both wanted to move already. He didn't think Kat would be the first to move and actually shift back so he could fully enter her. She barely stifled the whimper in her throat.
He was fucking enormous. She was pretty sure he was big enough to breach her completely and she read that was unsafe somewhere but she honestly didn't give a shit right now.
All of his muscles stiffened and he could barely contain a throaty groan bubbling deep in his chest. She began moving with a steely rhythm, causing as much friction as possible so their game could begin. Who would come first? There were a couple of more knocks on the door and another familiar voice piped in. "Can we come in? We're not sure which articles we should write on," her friend Jennifer asked innocently.
They know, Kat laughed bitterly and as quietly as she could. Mr. Y swore under his breath. Why did he let his grip on her weaken? She wasn't supposed to move. This was his time. Not only that, but his fucking students were actually wanting to see him on business. "Now is not the best time Jennifer," he breathed out as he felt her pulsing around him. Shit, she was too tight for her own good. He noticed the blood beading out of her, which should have concerned him but it only boosted his ego. "I'm cleaning out this closet so I have some boxes blocking the door right now."
What a pathetic excuse, they both thought. He surprised himself when he started gyrating his hips to get the full feel of her. She hissed in pain. He really was deep in there. "So do we just take them to the library or do we do them here?" Cathy asked.
His eyes widened in horror when he heard the first bell, signaling the beginning of ninth period. He had completely forgotten there was going to be a class in the biology room. "Take them to the library," he said hotly. "I don't want you disturbing the class that's in here." He heard the sighs and protests of the girls. They really did not feel like climbing a couple of stairs but he could finally hear them retreating. Their steps were only replaced with those of the new students of the incoming class.
He turned his attention back to Kat only to see her grinning at him knowingly. He grinned back at her, which caught her unexpectedly. No one saw him smile often. He just gave those lopsided smiles that were so rare. "You don't honestly think that's going to stop me right," he said into her ear as he bent over to press her back against her chest. In one swift movement, he slid out of her and rammed himself back inside her. He let out a choked laughed when he heard her grunt.
"Harder," She whispered. He smiled at her sick and twisted pleasure. She didn't mind if she was getting torn from the inside, she just wanted to feel him. He rammed himself inside her but he refused to believe it was because she told him to. He felt the constant constricting of her walls around him and it was heaven. He wasn't a religious man but fuck did this feel godly.
