**Lilly’s Good Pre**

I never expected it to go this way when I transferred to Westfield College. I was just some sophomore trying to figure out my major, but then I met Lilly. She was an alum, back to guest lecture for the department—older, confident, and fucking *commanding* in the way she carried herself. Sharp suit, eyes that didn’t ask permission, and a smirk that made my dick twitch the first time she caught me staring in class.

It started with small things. She’d single me out during discussions, make me stay late to “review my notes,” slide a hand over my shoulder like she was testing my reaction. And then, one night after an event, she pulled me into an empty lecture hall, pushed me into a chair, and said, *“You like watching me, don’t you?”*

I nodded, throat dry.

*“Good. Because you’re mine now.”*

That was a month ago. Now, every Thursday night, I report to her apartment off-campus, and tonight? Tonight’s special.

—

The door clicks shut behind me, and Lilly’s already lounging on the couch, legs crossed, sipping wine like she owns the fucking world. *Which, okay, she kinda does.*

“You’re late,” she says, not looking up.

“Traffic,” I mutter, already toeing off my shoes like she insists.

“Excuses don’t belong to me.” She finally lifts her gaze, and my stomach flips. “Strip. Now.”

I don’t hesitate. Shirt off, jeans undone, boxers shoved down—all while she watches, swirling her glass like she’s grading me. When I’m naked, hands at my sides, she hums.

“Better. Kneel.”

I drop, knees hitting the hardwood, dick already half-hard just from her voice. She stands, heels clicking as she circles me, dragging a fingertip over my shoulder.

*“You’ve been good lately,”* she murmurs. “Attentive. Obedient.” Her hand slips into my hair, gripping tight. *“So I got you a present.”*

My pulse jumps. She lets go and walks to the coffee table, picking up a small black box. When she opens it, my cock *throbs*.

Inside are two things: a thick, gleaming cock ring and a remote.

Lilly grins. “You’re going to wear this for me. Every. Single. Day.”

Fuck.

She doesn’t ask—just snaps the ring around the base of my dick, making me hiss as it squeezes. Then she palms my balls, weighing them, and my hips jerk.

*“Ah-ah.”* She taps my tip with the remote. “This controls the vibration. And *I* decide when you get to come.”

I whimper.

She steps back and strips slowly—jacket, blouse, bra—until she’s just in lace panties, her tits perfect and her pussy a tempting shadow under the fabric. Then she sits back on the couch, spreads her legs, and crooks a finger.

“Come here. Make me wet.”

I crawl, mouth watering, until my face is between her thighs. The second I nuzzle into her, she tangles her fingers in my hair and *yanks*.

“Lick. Like you mean it.”

I do. I drag my tongue up her slit, groaning at how fucking sweet she tastes already. Her clit’s swollen, so I circle it, suck it, fucking *worship* it while she moans and grinds against my mouth.

“Good boy,” she breathes, and then—

*Buzz.*

The cock ring vibrates, sudden and intense, and I nearly choke on her pussy. My hips buck, my dick leaking against the floor, and Lilly *laughs*.

“That’s right. You don’t get to come. *I* do.”

She fists my hair, holding me in place as I eat her out like my life depends on it, the vibrations making my cock ache. Her thighs shake, her moans get louder, and then—

“Fuck, *right there*—”

She comes, grinding hard against my tongue, and I swallow every drop.

When she finally lets me up, I’m panting, my dick red and straining.

Lilly smirks, shoves me onto my back, and straddles me.

“Now,” she purrs, lining me up with her soaked cunt, “let’s see how long you last.”

She sinks down, *slow*, and I nearly black out from how tight she is.

The remote clicks.

*Buzz.*

I shout, hips jerking—but she pins me down, riding me hard, taking exactly what she wants.

*Hers.*