Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
She wasn’t wrong about coming so quickly when my balls tighten before ropes of cum spurt from my cock and paint the end of the comforter. With my own need satiated momentarily, I give her every ounce of my focus, pressing two fingers into her and sucking on her clit.
She freezes for a split second before she begins to convulse. She’s all low moans and pleading cries, tangled fingers and rolling hips.
I’m relentless, even when she begins to shove me away.
“Are you withdrawing consent?” I ask before swiping my tongue over again and again. The hands that tried to shove me away pull me closer, and I don’t give up until she comes a second time, her hands falling to the mattress at her hips as if they weigh a million pounds.
I fall onto the bed right beside her, my own breaths ragged.
Chapter 12
Parker
Holy mother of orgasms.
Was it that good last time?
Has it ever been that good before?
My pussy throbs in answer, worn out yet begging for another serving of whatever he’s willing to dish up.
Never fucking ever.
That’s the answer.
God, the teasing and toying. The following my directions even better than I could give them.
He’s a god among posers, every man before him a fumbling idiot with no skills whatsoever.
I roll my head on the bed to look over at him, uncaring to hide my grin. I’m all about mutual pleasure, but reciprocity hasn’t ever been so well deserved. I reach for the zipper on his jeans only to find his cock already out.
He groans as if I’m already touching him when he catches me staring at his thick cock.
I’m torn between just wanting to tease him and asking him where he stashed his condom supply.
Either way, I reach for him, a deep moan rumbling from his chest before I can even touch him. This man is really good for my self-esteem. Recent virgin or not, he has the power to make me speak in tongues and worship at his feet.
I don’t know who was teasing who moments ago, but I’m not going to complain either way. Honestly, I think the student schooled the teacher.
“I already came,” he whispers as my fingers work their way over his hip. “I have a mess on the floor to clean up.”
“You’re still hard,” I observe.
I bite my lip, begging my needy core to settle down and regain some form of control over the situation.
“I’m always hard for you.” He looks away, making me wonder if he meant for that confession to be spoken out loud.
“Yeah?” I roll closer to him, my fingers pushing up the bottom of his t-shirt so I can ogle his stomach muscles.
I trace his Adonis belt from his side all the way down to the trimmed hair at the base of his cock.
The appendage in question jerks as if reaching for me, and I’m an addict for the drop of moisture on the tip.
He curses when my breath covers him and groans like a thirsty man drinking cold water for the first time in a week when I lick it away, making sure to trace that sensitive spot just under the head.
“Parker,” he rasps. “Shit.”
I look up at him, a smile on my lips, my body on fire.
“Ever had a mouth on you before?”
He shakes his head, as if answering quickly will put an end to the questions and get my mouth back on him.
“Do you want that now?”
“I-I give you consent to do anything and everything anytime you feel like it. Please, Parker.”
“Please, Parker, what?”
“Suck my cock. Please, just… please.”
He’s exactly where I want him, where I need him to be. He’s seconds away from worshipping at my feet, and I feel some of the control I lost to him return.
“Like this?” I lick at his head again, loving the throb of it in my hand as I grip the base. “Or this?”
His hips jolt off the bed when I wrap my lips around the tip and suck the first couple of inches into my mouth.
“Either! Both. Just… God. Fuck, how is it so go—yes… mmm.”
And that’s my cue. I pull away, pressing one last kiss to the very tip before standing and reaching for my clothes.
Hedging that he’s a man in control even when he needs to come, I smile at him as I snap my bra into place and pull my shirt over my head.
He’s torn, the emotions clear in his stormy eyes. He’s taking advantage of watching the naked parts of my body, but he’s wound so tight that he’s a little pissed I stopped. I talked to him about consent, about some women liking it rough and soft, but I didn’t tell him that depending on my mood, I was both. There’s a time and a place to enjoy all aspects of sex. I won’t tell him that if he jumped up from the bed, bent me over, and fucked me into next week, I’d probably come faster than he would.