Nova slid into her seat in the front row, situating herself directly in Mr. Hart’s line of vision as he stood at the front of the classroom writing equations on the chalkboard. She knew he couldn’t resist sneaking glances her way, and she loved the way his eyes lingered just a fraction too long on her curves.
Today she wore a short, tight skirt that hugged her ass and rode up her thighs. Beneath it, she wore nothing at all. She’d been thinking about him all morning, imagining what those hands would feel like on her skin, wondering if his cock was as big and hard as she pictured it.
As Mr. Hart droned on about derivatives, Nova slowly uncrossed her legs. She let her skirt ride up her thighs until the edge crept past the “V” of her hips. Then, oh so casually, she allowed her legs to fall open, giving her teacher an eyeful of her bare pussy. She kept her hands in her lap, subtly spreading herself.
Mr. Hart stumbled over the complex equation he was trying to explain, his eyes jerking down to meet Nova’s knowing gaze as he took in the sight of her exposed sex. Sweat broke out on his brow and he stood there a moment, visibly struggling to regain his composure. Nova smiled to herself. She had him right where she wanted him.
The rest of the class passed in a blur. Nova used the time to tease herself, rubbing light circles on her clit, dipping a finger inside and then withdrawing it glistening. Her pussy ached, swollen and needy. She couldn’t wait to feel Mr. Hart’s cock stretching her open.
When the final bell rang, Mr. Hart dismissed the class in a distracted monotone. Then he crooked a finger at Nova. “Stay after, Miss Jameson. I’d like to discuss your… performance.”
Nova grinned and nodded, packing up her things with exaggerated slowness. Once the other students had filed out, she sauntered up to his desk, perching a hip on the edge. “How may I serve you, Mr. Hart?” she purred.
“I want you to meet me at my car after school,” he said gruffly, not meeting her eyes. “We’re going to have a private…session.”
“Yessir,” Nova breathed. She gave him a wink and sashayed out, feeling his heated stare boring into her ass. Oh, he’d be seeing a lot more of that before the day was out.
Fifteen minutes later, Nova rapped on the window of Mr. Hart’s sedan. He was already behind the wheel, jaw clenched. She opened the passenger door and slipped inside.
“Hello, daddy,” she cooed, bunching her skirt up around her waist. She spread her thighs, giving him an unobstructed view. “Like what you see?”
Mr. Hart swallowed audibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’re playing with fire, little girl,” he warned. But he made no move to stop her as she began touching herself, sliding two fingers in deep.
“Mmm, fuck,” Nova moaned, looking at him from under her lashes. “I want you so bad. I want you to pull my hair and spank my ass while you fuck my tight little holes.”
With a groan, Mr. Hart fisted a hand in her hair and yanked her head back. “Dammit, Nova. I’m going to ruin you,” he growled. Then he sealed his mouth over hers in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue.
Nova whimpered and arched into him. She fumbled at his belt, freeing his big, heavy cock. It was every bit as magnificent as she’d imagined, thick and veiny and dripping with precum. She wrapped her fingers around it and pumped.
“No more teasing,” Mr. Hart rasped. “Get on your knees.”
Eagerly, Nova scrambled into the backseat and knelt on all fours. She wiggled her ass at him invitingly, reaching back to spread her cheeks. “Come on, sir. I need your cock in my tight little asshole.”
Mr. Hart positioned himself behind her and lined up his thick head with her puckered hole. “I’m going to split you in half,” he said. Then, with one brutal thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt in her untried ass.
Nova screamed, pain and pleasure exploding through her. “Holy fuck! Oh fuck, you’re so big! I feel so full!”
Mr. Hart just grunted and started fucking her hard, his hips slapping against her ass with obscene, wet sounds. His fingers dug into her hip bones hard enough to bruise as he pounded away.
“Take it, you filthy girl,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Nova babbled mindlessly, pushing back on his cock. “Harder, fuck me harder! I’m your dirty little cocksleeve.”
Mr. Hart angled his hips and suddenly Nova saw stars, her ass clenching down around him as a massive orgasm crashed through her. She came with a howl, grinding her ass back on him.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Mr. Hart groaned, giving a final, brutal thrust. His cock jerked inside her and she felt his hot seed flooding her guts.
They collapsed together on the backseat, a sweaty, panting tangle of limbs. Mr. Hart gathered Nova into his arms and pressed her head to his chest. “You’re incredible,” he murmured. “I’m going to fuck this tight ass every day.”
Nova snuggled into him, feeling sated and deliciously sore. She smiled against his chest. “Mmm, I like the way you think, daddy. Now let’s get out of here and go somewhere more comfortable, shall we?”
Mr. Hart chuckled and nipped at her neck. “Minx. I’m going to have to put a bell around your neck to keep you in line.”
“I’d like that,” Nova purred, clenching her ass around his softening cock. “As long as you promise to let me off my leash to play sometimes.”