Nine: Needing You

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Words cannot express how much I love this song.

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"Finger fuck my pussy to the thought of him?" I let out a tiny snort. Yeah right. He only wishes.

I walk into my room and roughly throw my bag down on the ground before slamming my door shut. To say I was frustrated would be an understatement. I was raging—livid even.

But not just because of what he said, but because of the fact that what he said was right. I wanted him and he wanted me. But we just can't—I can't allow myself to go there with someone again.

I flop down onto my bed with a sigh. I stare up at the ceiling, thoughts scattered with unknown feelings and dreams.

Bend you over this desk and fuck you until you're blind, his haunting words won't seem to leave my mind.

And I hate it.

I let out a groan in my hands as I cover my face out of frustration.

What KIND of frustration?

Yes, sexual frustration if you must know. I'm sexually frustrated over my fucking English teacher!

I slowly remove my hands from my face and settle them on my stomach. Stop fighting this. Stop fighting me. I squeeze my eyes shut in hopes it'll make the thoughts go away. But it just allows my mind to wander even more.

And other things...

My hand slowly creeps its way lower and lower down my stomach, fingertips ever so slightly tracing the waistband of my jeans.

Stop this, Eli. You shouldn't be thinking like this!

Don't stop this, Eli. Let your inner pussy cat run wild!

I squeeze my eyes shut again as I retreat my hand before rubbing them with the heels of my palms. I remove my hands from my face and reopen my eyes. But once I do, Mr. Williams is staring right back down at me.

"Don't fight this, Elizabeth," he whispers as he hovers above me. His hand latches onto mine and slowly moves it back down to the waistband of my jeans. "Don't fight me."

I stare up at him in wonder, distracting me from realizing that I have already started to unbutton my jeans and drag them down my legs.

His head moves down to the curve of my neck, his lips latching onto my skin and sucking—biting. My finger tips run over the lace material of my underwear, and I moan as I apply slight pressure to my core. I can already tell how wet I am and I'm only feeling myself over my panties.

"Give into me, angel," Mr. Williams purrs into my ear before biting my ear lobe. "Let go."

I move my underwear over to the side so my wet flesh is now exposed. I hiss slightly as the cold air hits my core, but it's a good feeling. Mr. Williams hand latches onto mine again as he proceeds to lather my neck in sloppy and wet kisses.

"Like this, angel." I run one of my fingers up my slit all the way from my entrance to my bundle of nerves. My body shutters and I let out a moan at the exhilarating sensations from such a simple touch.

I take two of my finger now and press them against my sensitive clit, allowing for a soft, throaty moan to escape my lips. My fingers move round and round in slow circles at first, creating a building friction in the pit of my stomach.

"Faster, Elizabeth," Mr. Williams directs into my ear and I oblige. I move my fingers faster round and round my clit, my muscles tensing and pressure building. My free hand grips onto the sheets of my bed as a feeling of ecstasy enraptures my body.

Soon, I can't take it anymore and I wet two fingers from my other hand and slowly insert them into me. My eyes screw shut at the feeling of both my hands working together to create something explosive. I pump in and out of myself, my breaths growing heavier and heavier and occasional moans slipping out.

"Don't hold back, angel. Don't hold back." His voice stalks my mind and my soul, the vibrations from his chest as he chuckles shutters through me. My fingers thrust in and out of me faster and faster and my hand rubs my clit more and more until time seems to slow.

My hands start to shake as release washes over me. And before I know it, I'm screaming out his name as I cum all over my fingers.

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Alexander Williams

Her fucking body, her eyes, her lips. Oh her soft plump lips that I would do anything for to have wrapped around me.

I run a hand through my hair and then down my face as I let out a grunt. The amount of frustration I feel right now in unbearable and almost painful. My head spins as I down my third glass of whisky for the night.

This girl. This fucking girl has been haunting my brain ever since she entered my classroom late that first day. And if to make matters worse, I hired her fucking brother to work at my club.

I walk over to the couch in my office at Temptations and pace in front of it for a minute before finally deciding to sit down. I rub my knees as an attempt to try and relieve some of the tension that I feel inside of me. But it's hard to do when that little vixen won't stop popping up into my mind.

When she was undressing in her room the other night, I tried not to look at her, I really did. But she made it so difficult for me. Her skin was so soft as I unclasped her bra, her curves were so heavenly, her breast were so—

I let out a growl as I clench my jaw. Control. I need to control myself.

I squeeze my eyes shut and rub them to try and rid her from my brain. But once I reopen them...she staring right back at me.

"I want you, Mr. Williams," her fragile voice tells me as she straddles my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses herself against me, causing me to groan. "I need you," she whispers in my ear. "I need you inside of me." She moves against me again and I lean my head back and let out a low moan.

"Elizabeth," I breathe out. She plants a soft kiss on my jaw before biting and sucking on the sweet spot just bellow it.

"I'm all yours, Sir," she whispers against my neck. "I give in to you." She takes one of my hands in her own and slowly brings it down to the bulge in my jeans. She palms me with my own hand, slowly at first as if she's trying to kill me just by teasing me.

I didn't have enough patience to deal with this shit. I wanted her. Now. I wanted relief. Now. I wanted to fuck someone hard. Now.

I unbutton my jeans and release my throbbing cock. It's already rock hard just from me imagining her on top of me. Imagine what it would actually be like to caress her, kiss her...be inside her.

Starting off with a steady rhythm, I slowly start to pump my fist up and down, imagining that it was her hand. Or better yet, her tight, little pussy.

"I know only you can give me real pleasure, Mr. Williams," she whispers in my ear as she pumps me. "Please give it to me." My hand moves faster and faster up and down my length, pure ecstasy coursing throughly through my veins. I throw my head back and let out a throaty moan as Elizabeth leaves her marks all over the flesh of my neck. She licks across my collarbone and leaves a trail of nibbles as she does.

Wanting wasn't even a word to describe what I feel right now. Needing is. I need her—I need her to be riding my dick as if there was no tomorrow.

And I sure as hell am going to make that happen.

"Fuck," the word falls from my lips before I bite down on my lower one to suppress another large moan from coming out. My entire body starts to tense and my legs start to stiffen as I feel my climax approach.

Fuck. I've never came this fast before.

The things she does to me.

The things I'm going to do to her.

I let out a growl and my eyes roll back as I give my cock it's last final strokes. And with a final groan of Elizabeth's name...I cum all over my chest.

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Didn't expect to get a chapter all about masturbation, now did you?

I've always found the difference between girls masturbating and guys masturbating very interesting. Girls lay on their back, hips rotating as gentle moans escape from their lips. While on the other hand, guys are grunting and hunched over their dicks like fucking gorillas.

It's honestly quite amusing...

Anyways...happy humping!

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