I feel like a princess. Okay, it might be my first date, with the first man I’ve slept with, who might be my first boyfriend. But that’s exactly how I feel.

I feel like his princess.

We end up going a few towns over, to a swankier restaurant that even has a live pianist playing softly in the corner and prices on the menu that make my eyes bug out a little

“I told you, a real proper date,” he says, winking at me across the small candle-lit table.

I arch my brow and look around. Yeah, I think most first dates are at movie theaters, or cheap drive-throughs or something. This place is so much more than that, and so much more than I could have ever imagined.

“So, you bring all your barely-legal girlfriends here?” I say with a wicked grin on my face.

He grins right back. “Yeah, that reminds me, we need to wrap this up soon. I’ve got another student coming by later for date number two.”

I drop my jaw in mock shock and reach across to punch him playfully in the arm. “Dick.”

He winks as he catches my hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses my fingers one by one, and I can feel the electric buzz tingle through my body. “I’ll keep telling you as much as you like, but this is a new one for me.” He arches a brow at me. “I never saw you coming, Ms. Thompson.”

I feel the red bloom in my cheeks. “Keep talking like that, Professor, and you just might get lucky tonight”

“I plan on it.”

There’s an animalistic growl to his voice that gets my pussy instantly wet, and I shift in my seat as I bite my lip.

“Feeling fidgety?” He say with a wicked grin.

I blush. I’m not wearing panties, just like he told me to. And he knows it, because he checked when I got into his pickup truck earlier. I blush deeper as I feel the thrill of being so exposed like this in a restaurant rush through me. The thrill of sitting there at this fancy place full of soft light and jazz piano, with a man twice my age and no panties on under my dress.

I’m about to try and come up with something to say back, when the waiter arrives.

“Bourbon, neat please,” Liam says.

“Two,” I say with a casual smile.

“One,” he says quickly, arching a brow at me and grinning as the waiter nods and walks away.

“Oh, you’re no fun,” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

Liam laughs. “Yeah, I think it’s bad enough that I’m corrupting an eighteen year old student. I’m not adding supporting underage drinking to that list.”

I grin wickedly at him, biting my lip and leaning right across the small table towards him. His eyes drop to my chest, and I know he can see the full, soft pillows of my breasts straining to be contained in the dress I borrowed from Ally; the one that shows a simply scandalous amount of cleavage.

“Oh, I see, Professor,” I say quietly, forcing my voice to go a little higher than it normally would and adding a little edge of pout to it. “I guess I’m not old enough to drink even though I’m old enough to ride your cock.”

Liam’s eyes almost fall out of his head, his mouth open in shock. I grin, letting it curl the corners of my lips as I raise a brow at him suggestively.

“Basically,” he growls, swallowing thickly.

“But you know,” I say, my voice still whispered and girlish. “I’m only just old enough for you to put that big cock inside of me.”

There’s a flash of something dark across his eyes, and he looks at me like he’s hungry. “Keep it up and I’m going to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you right here in the restaurant, Ms. Thompson.”

I grin. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

I bite my lip. “Okay, fine. I dare y- OH!”

I gasp as his hand grabs me tightly by the arm and pulls me out of my seat. I can feel my body start to tingle in thrilling excitement as he marches us right through the dining room to the back hallway.

Oh my God, he’s actually going to.

And oh my God, do I want him to.

We stumble into the single-use bathroom, and the door is barely shut before he’s searing his lips across mine and making me moan as he presses me back against the sink. My legs spread as he lifts me onto the counter, my short dress bunching around my waist as I feel his thick bulge pressing hotly against my pussy.

His hands go to my top, slipping the straps from my shoulders and yanking the dress down until my breasts spill out of it. Liam groans as his lips drop to start kissing over the soft milky flesh of my young tits. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to see these all night.”

“You can always ask,” I say, giggling and then groaning as I feel his lips latch onto one of my sensitive nipples.

“I’d rather just take, actually,” he says gruffly, and I whimper at the coarseness of his words.

His fingers find me wet and ready, and he slips one easily inside as I reach for his zipper. God he’s so big, and I can actually feel myself get wetter just by touching his cock and feeling how rock hard it is for me.

I pull him out through his fly and start to stroke him against my thigh as his lips and tongue tease across my breasts, making me moan and arch my back as if feeding them to him. He pushes forward, the thick head of his cock sliding between my slippery wet lips, and then we’re both crying out as he slams inside.

There’s no preamble, and none needed. We both want this; hard, fast, and right now.

“Oh yes, Professor!” I moan loudly, my fingers slipping through his hair and holding him to my breasts as he tongues my nipples. “Oh please fuck me! Fuck me hard Professor!”

Liam grunts, his hips pumping as he drives his big, fat cock into my dripping wet pussy again and again. His finger is on my clit, rubbing me in circles as he fucks me, and with his mouth sucking on my sensitive nipples, I can already feel myself start to drive towards that edge.

My whole body shakes with the force of his thrusts, hitting me deep and perfectly inside. I can feel his balls, so full of cum for me, slapping against my ass as fucks in and out of me His muscled arms clutch at me as I moan and whimper and beg for him to fuck me harder.

“Oh, fuck, honey,” he growls. “I’m gonna come, baby. His mouth slides up to my lips and he kisses me hard. “I’m going to bury my cock right up to that womb, and I’m going to fill you up with every fucking drop of my cum.”

Oh my God.

And it's there that I think again about the fact that I’ve been letting this man take me bare; no condom, no birth control. And I know we’re playing with fire with that, but I just don’t care. I want to feel him explode inside of me, and the thought of what that might means only gets me wetter and hotter. Only drives me higher as I start to fall over the edge.

“Come for me, Professor!” I cry out, not caring how loud I am or who can hear me. “I want to feel you come inside of me! I want you to fill my tight teenage pussy up with your cum!”

He roars as he drives in deep, and suddenly, I can feel his cock throbbing deep inside of me. And when I feel his hot cum splashing inside of me, I lose it, and I go tumbling over the cliff as my orgasm tears through me.