“You like that, Corina?” He breaks away from the kiss, but stays so close his lips move against mine as he speaks.

“Well, I haven’t seen… the other options,” I manage to whisper in reply, my heart pounding so hard I can barely think. My clit is still pressed against his cock, and my pussy feels tight and wet with desire.

Tony grabs my thighs, then lifts me up. I gasp and tighten my legs around him. But he’s only flipping us down, lifting my legs off the end of the couch so we’re lying along it, him on top of me, his cock now between my thighs, the hard length of it resting along my slit. He arches his back and begins to grind against me in slow, controlled thrusts. “There’s this option as well,” he says, a laugh in his voice as he catches my eye. “Or…” He grabs me, lifts me completely off the couch now, and spins to pin me against the wall of the cabin.

I cry aloud with surprise and wrap both legs around his waist, abandoning all sense of control, letting my hips buck against him.

“Hmm, you seem to like this option.” His eyes search mine another moment, and for a second I seem to glimpse something hard there. Something under the desire. “Do you want me to fuck you right here against this cabin wall, Corina?”

“I… I don’t… Fuck.” I breathe the last word when he releases my legs, dropping me back to standing, and moves back a step.

“Or would you prefer none of the above?” He raises an eyebrow, studies me.

All I want is for you to touch me again, I think. I can’t say it though. I won’t. It feels too much like giving in. I tilt my head and consider him slowly, as though weighing my options. He watches me back, impassive. If not for the larger-than-ever bulge in his jeans, I’d think he wasn’t even interested.

“You choose,” I say. “I’m easy.”

He smirks. “Your words.”

My cheeks flush, but he’s already grabbing me and spinning me around. Without warning, he pushes me forward, bends me over the back of the couch.

“My choice, Corina?”

I turn to catch his eye over my shoulder and hold his gaze for a long moment. “Fuck me however you want to fuck me, Professor.”

“Very well.” He grabs my jeans and rips open the button. Pushes them down my hips as I squirm against the couch. “But you asked for this.” He spreads my legs, and I gasp at the sensation of his hot fingers exploring my skin. “Don’t expect me to be gentle.”

“I hope you aren’t,” I shoot back, eyes still on his.

He runs his hands up my inner thighs, then presses one finger along my slit. Delves just deep enough to feel my wet pussy. Then he chuckles, softly. “You’re already nice and wet for me, I see.” He pushes that finger inside me slowly, an inch at a time.

I moan and twist against the couch. “Fuck,” I gasp.

“And tight as well. Hmm.” He presses another finger against my entrance. Pushes it into my pussy, and I cry out softly. “I hope you can take me, Corina. Do you want to try?” He adds a third finger. Slides it into my pussy until I feel stretched and gasping for breath. “Do you want my fat cock inside you, Corina?”

“I can… take you,” I manage to say, reaching down to grip the couch with my hands. “Give me all you’ve got, Professor.”

I hear the sound of his zipper, then the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Before long, I feel the slick sensation of his cock between my thighs, running up the back of one leg and down the other. “Are you sure about this? I warned you. I’m not gentle.”

“I don’t… want gentle.” I spread my legs wider, a dare. “Fuck me, Tony.”

In response, he grabs my hips with both hands, tight enough that I can feel his fingers leaving marks around my hipbones. His cock glides along my slit now, back and forth, slowly, as he coats himself in my juices. “So impatient,” he says.

“You’re the one… teasing me,” I protest.

“I never knew you were so hungry for me, Corina.” There’s suppressed laughter in his voice. He’s enjoying himself, damn him. Loving how wet he makes me.

“Don’t think too highly of yourself,” I say. “I would have the hots for anyone in this situation.”

“That so?” He arches his hips; drops one hand to toy with my clit. I gasp, even as he continues to slide his cock along my slit, over my pussy entrance again and again, teasing. Torturing. “You’d fuck anyone you got stranded in this cabin with, Corina?”

“N-no,” I manage. “But… Some. People.”

“I’m flattered to be among the contenders.” He pauses and steps back. A cry escapes my lips at the loss of his touch, his cock between my thighs. “So you’re saying you don’t want my cock?”

A frustrated little mewl makes its way out of my mouth. I clamp my teeth over it, annoyed. “I want your cock, Tony.”

“You want any cock, you just said.”

“No.” I practically growl it, frustrated at him for making me do this. At myself for falling for it. But goddamn it, I’m too hot and riled up now. I can’t stop—I need him to fuck me. “I want you, Tony. Your cock.”

“How long have you wanted my cock?” he replies. But he’s moving up against me again, and there’s his thick girth between my thighs, and I relax back into him, relieved that he’s giving in, that he’s grabbing my hips again, reaching down to stroke my clit with one finger.

“Ever since the first day of class,” I whisper. My voice is so low, he must hardly be able to hear me. I hope, anyway.

No such luck.

“That’s what I thought.” Suddenly, he positions his cock directly at my entrance. I barely have time to grab the edge of the couch before he thrusts forward, driving into me. That first thrust pushes his cock halfway into me, stretching my tight walls so that I shout. He’s already pulling back, pinning my hips hard against the couch, and thrusting back into me, deeper this time. I spread my legs wider. One more thrust and I can feel his balls slap against my pussy lips, his cock buried fully inside me, stretching me so wide it almost hurts. Almost.

But more than that, it feels fucking amazing.

“You like this Corina? Getting what you’ve always wanted?” He draws back, thrusts into me again. I cry out louder now, bucking back against him. “How often have you sat in my classroom fantasizing about me, hmm?” He thrusts again, and I have to grab the couch with both hands to hold on as he starts to build up momentum. “Do you think about me fucking you there? Bending you over my desk and having my way with you?”

“Y-yes,” I cry. He speeds up, fucking me harder now, faster. “I…I… dream about… you fucking me,” I gasp.

“Good.” His voice has dropped to a growl now. “Because I think about fucking you too, Corina.” He grips my hair, turns my head to the side, pulling just hard enough to make it sting in a good way.

I gasp and glance over my shoulder at him, my belly tight, my whole body on fire with his fury. “Yeah?” I ask, trying to make my voice as steady as I can. That’s nearly impossible now, as he pounds into me again and again, his cock stretching my walls.

He angles his hips to let the head of his cock drag along my inner wall, right over my G-spot. I buck and twist under him. He pins me against the couch with his other hand, continues to fuck me without stopping, merciless, hard. “Yes,” he practically growls. “I think about fucking you right in that front desk you sit in. I think about tearing off your cute little skirts and shoving my thick cock in your tight little pussy. Just.” He slams his hips against mine. “Like.” He thrusts again, and I scream, already on the brink of orgasm, my vision spotting with color at the edges. “This.”

That last thrust does it. My cry turns wordless, desperate, as his cock drives along my G-spot, sending me over the edge. I come hard, thrusting against him, desperate, feral.

He loosens his grip on my hair, grabs my hips with both hands and moves faster, harder, his eyes glazed, mouth open as he nears his own finish. I clench my pussy as hard as I can, and he groans so loud I’m sure anyone outside could hear it for miles—if there was anyone around. He growls my name as he finishes, coming hard inside me, and he keeps going, keeps pumping into me as his cock starts to soften.

Only then does he pull out and step back, breathless, eyes glazed, an almost stunned look in his eyes.

It takes me a moment to catch my breath, stop my heart from pounding wildly inside my chest.

For his part, Tony avoids my eye and unrolls the condom. He ties it expertly, pulling his jeans back into place at the same time. I’m still spread across the couch, wet pussy exposed, when he zips his jeans and brushes past me, slamming the door into the tiny kitchen behind him.

What the hell just happened?