Ian Inside Melissa: A Teacher/Student Stranger Sex by Kassandra Stone Page B

sensations too intense, but the slight scrubbing pain only made Melissa wetter.  Her body was still arched, still gripped in the last shuddering jolts of her orgasm, but she could feel another one already on the way.  She sobbed, keening in pleasure.  She knew she should try to keep quiet, that if they were caught there would be so much trouble for both of them, but she couldn’t help it.  And the danger, the possibility of being caught, only made the edge of her arousal that much sharper.
    Before her screams could reach the crescendo of another orgasm, Ian skimmed back up her body.  His mouth and chin were soaked with Melissa’s juices but she didn’t care and kissed him hard.  She could taste the sweet tang of her cunt on his lips and tongue, and drank in the heady flavour.  “I want to make you cum on my cock,” Ian said hoarsely between kisses.  With his body pressed against her, Melissa could feel the hard bulge of his erection pressing into her through the constraints of his pants. 
    As Ian fished a little foil square from his pocket and fumbled with his fly, Melissa pulled her top off over her head.  She shivered as her glistening skin was exposed to the cool night air, large nipples hardening instantly.  Ian groaned at the sight of her and leant forwards to capture her erect nipple between his lips.  His teeth grazed the sensitive bud and Melissa felt her cunt ache to feel him inside of her. 
    “Fuck me,” she begged, her fingers clawing at the front of his shirt, picking at buttons in an attempt to feel his skin against hers.
    Ian didn’t need asking twice and with a single deft movement she felt his cock butt against her hot, dripping core.  He was bigger than her only previous lover.  As he pressed into her Melissa felt her pussy walls stretch to accommodate him, squeezing and rippling around him as her body was still close to its third orgasm.  Melissa gripped the front of his shirt, ripping and leaning in to kiss, lick and bite any bared skin she could access.  She felt his fingers digging in to her ass cheeks, holding her steady as he set a punishing pace.
    This was totally unlike the brief painful fuck she had experienced with her ex.  There was no initial stinging rip, only that delicious stretching and the sensation of being utterly filled by Ian’s dick.  With every thrust Ian’s pelvis slammed and bumped against her core, bashing her clit, crushing it in a way that made her want to grind against him until she had soaked him in her needy juices.  His cock stroked her cunt walls which fluttered and squeezed in response.  And all the while Ian’s mouth travelled between her nipples, sucking and biting, licking and worshipping until Melissa felt that her whole body was on fire, suspended in torturous pleasure but lacking that last final push to send her over the edge.
    When Ian groaned, sliding up to kiss her neck, her body tightened further.  Knowing that this older, experienced almost-stranger was groaning in pleasure for her was almost enough to make her come alone.  But then his rasping, ragged voice whispered in her ear, “Come for me.  I want to feel your cunt clamping down around my cock.”
    His words, his cock, his mouth were all more than enough.  With a last keening cry of ecstasy, Melissa bucked on Ian’s desk.  Her hips jarred painfully against the edge, but she didn’t care.  All she felt was the pleasure coursing through her, jerking her body, making it clench and release around Ian’s hard cock. 
    Melissa’s eyes fluttered open, her body still tense and riding the aftermath.  She saw Ian’s handsome, intelligent face twisted into a grimace of concentration and resistance.  He had to be close He must have been close from the moment he entered her – but he was holding off to make it last.  Her fingers snaking up to the nape of his neck once more, Melissa leaned up and gently nipped at his lower lip.  “Come, Ian.  Come for me.  I want to feel