Breaths were heavy and rapid in the air, loud in the classroom, as the teacher and student beat into each other, animalistic and urgent. Their need for each other was something inexplicable. It was primitive, overwhelming, irrefutable. Any time spent trying to resist one another’s bodies served only to add tinder to their already raging fire. Nick would never be able to explain why he felt this instinctive need to fuck Ariel, why he had his seventeen-year-old student on her knees before him, stuffing her mouth with his cock.
The man had tugged his belt from his waist to tie it around Ariel’s throat as she took his shaft in and out of her mouth. Her face was red beneath her brown skin and every time he slammed his cock back in, feeling her warm tongue follow the length, he pulled on either end of the belt harder. Ariel choked and gagged, digging her nails into Nick’s skin, as if in some silent beg to let her breathe. Nick knew by now, though, that she secretly loved suffocating on his cock. He could see it in the way she looked lovingly up at him with it stuffed to the hilt in her throat, the way her lips pouted around the base of it. He could see it when he retreated, in the way she tried to swallow it again before she’d even caught a full breath. He could feel it in the hum of her whining moans as she sucked. He could smell it, the scent of her horny pussy filling the room as it dripped on the floor.