Daddy’s Dirty Secret

PROFESSOR, TOUCH ME MORE! 6

Chapter 6:

She Takes Control

Evie’s POV

We stayed locked together for long minutes, his heavy c**k still buried deep inside my c*m filled p***y, twitching with the last pulses of his release. Julian’s mouth moved lazily over my breasts, sucking soft kisses around my sensitive n*****s while his hands stroked my flushed skin. I was still trembling, my walls fluttering around his thickness, every tiny shift sending sparks through my overstimulated body.

But I wasn’t done. The ache inside me had only grown sharper.

I pushed gently at his chest until he lifted his head, eyes dark and hooded as he looked at me. Without a word, I sat up, forcing him to sit back on the velvet chaise. His c**k slipped out of me with a wet sound, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Thick white c*m leaked from my swollen p***y and dripped down my thighs.

I climbed over him, straddling his lap. “My turn, Professor,” I whispered, voice husky. “I want to ride you. I need to feel every inch while I’m sitting on your cock.”

Julian’s hands settled on my hips, but he didn’t guide me. He let me take control. His thick shaft stood rigid again, glistening with our combined juices, the head flushed and angry. I wrapped my fingers around the base, stroking once, twice, loving how he throbbed in my grip.

I rose up on my knees, positioned the fat tip against my dripping entrance, and slowly sank down.

A long, broken moan escaped me as he stretched me open again. “f**k… you’re so deep like this.” Inch by thick inch disappeared inside me until my ass met his thighs and I was fully seated on his c**k. I stayed there, completely still, just feeling him. He filled me so perfectly, pressing against every sensitive spot, the head nudging my cervix.

Julian groaned low, hands tightening on my waist. “That’s it, Evie. Sit on it. Let that tight little cunt swallow every inch.”

I didn’t bounce right away. I stayed fully impaled, grinding in slow, deep circles. My c**t rubbed against his pelvis with every roll of my hips. The movement was quiet, almost subtle on the outside, but inside it was devastating. His c**k stirred my insides, dragging along my walls, pushing his c*m even deeper.

“Oh god…” I breathed shakily, bracing my hands on his broad shoulders. My t**s pressed against his chest as I leaned forward, lips brushing his ear. “I can feel you throbbing inside me. You’re so f*****g hard again.”

I clenched around him deliberately, milking his shaft with my p***y while I kept grinding. Julian’s breath hitched. His hands slid down to grip my ass, spreading my cheeks as I moved.

“Ride me properly,” he growled softly against my neck. “Use that young cunt on your professor’s cock.”

I lifted just enough for half his length to slide out, then sank back down hard. The wet slap of my ass meeting his thighs was loud in the quiet studio. I did it again, faster, finding a rhythm rising and falling while my hips rolled on every downstroke. My t**s bounced heavily between us, n*****s brushing his chest with every movement.

The intensity built fast. Every time I dropped down, his c**k slammed against that perfect spot deep inside. I started riding him harder, my slick p***y making obscene, squelching sounds around his thickness. I could feel our mixed c*m coating his balls and dripping down to the chaise.

“f**k, Julian… you’re so deep,” I gasped, bouncing faster. My thighs burned but I didn’t slow down. I leaned back slightly, changing the angle so his c**k dragged right over my g-spot on every stroke. “Right there oh s**t, right there!”

He reached up and grabbed my bouncing t**s, squeezing them roughly, pinching my n*****s hard as I rode him. “Look at you,” he rasped, voice rough with lust. “f*****g yourself on your professor’s c**k like a needy little slut. So wet. So loud. Your p***y is creaming all over me.”

I moaned louder, the filthy words pushing me closer. I planted my feet on the chaise for better leverage and started slamming down harder, taking him brutally deep. The wet sounds of my p***y swallowing his c**k filled the studio filthy, rhythmic, obscene. My ass clapped against his thighs with every savage drop.

I leaned forward again, burying my face in his neck as the pleasure became overwhelming. My hips moved frantically, grinding and bouncing, chasing that edge. “I’m gonna come… Julian, I’m gonna come so hard on your cock.”

“Come then,” he demanded, one hand sliding between us to rub tight, fast circles on my swollen c**t. “Milk me with that greedy cunt. Let me feel you fall apart while you’re sitting all the way down on it.”

The combination his thick c**k stretching me, his fingers on my c**t, and the relentless grinding shattered me. I came with a sharp cry, my p***y clamping down hard around him, pulsing and gushing fresh cream down his shaft. My hips stuttered, but I kept riding through it, drawing out every wave until my legs shook uncontrollably.

Julian cursed, gripping my hips and thrusting up to meet me. He f****d me from below, hard and fast, while I tried to keep moving. The intensity was blinding. I could barely breathe, just whimpering and moaning brokenly as another orgasm crashed into the first.

He suddenly flipped us so I was on my back again, but I immediately wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper. No he let me stay on top. I pushed him back down and kept riding, slower now but deeper, grinding my c**t against him while his c**k stayed buried to the hilt.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice strained. His hands held my t**s, thumbs flicking my n*****s. “I want to watch your face while you come on my c**k again.”

I locked eyes with him, riding slower but more intensely, rolling my hips in long, deliberate strokes that made his c**k stir every inch of my soaked p***y. The eye contact made it filthier, more intimate. I could see how badly he was losing control.

One more deep grind, one more hard bounce, and I came again silent this time, mouth open in a wordless cry as my whole body locked up and my p***y spasmed violently around him. The orgasm was longer, deeper, almost painful in its pleasure.

Julian groaned my name and thrust up hard, burying himself completely as he exploded. Thick, hot spurts of c*m flooded me again, pulse after pulse filling my already soaked cunt until it overflowed and ran down his balls.

I collapsed forward onto his chest, still impaled on his twitching c**k, both of us panting and trembling. His arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my back while the other stayed possessively on my ass, keeping me seated exactly where I was.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured against my hair, voice wrecked. “Riding me so beautifully. This p***y is mine now.”

I smiled against his skin, clenching weakly around his softening c**k, already wondering how soon I could have him again.

The bronze sculpture could wait. Tonight, the only art happening in this studio was the way he claimed me and the way I claimed him right back.