Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“If I could, I’d keep my face here all night. Push my tongue in your ass and lick you until you came over and over and over again.”
“Fuck yes.” I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked. He alternated between fingering me and eating me out, bringing me close to the edge before stopping. I whimpered when he pulled back.
Harrison tugged my legs out from under me until my stomach was pressed against the mattress. He lay over me, rubbing his cock up and down my crease, pressing soft kisses to the back of my neck and to my shoulders. “I like you in my bed.” He nipped my earlobe. “I’m kinda hot for teacher. Who knew?”
I laughed. I loved how easily he could make me do that. How I could be so turned on, in the middle of such an intense sexual moment, yet we could still joke and laugh with each other. It was a special talent he had.
“Be good,” I told him, “or you’ll have to be punished.”
“Promise?” Harrison said. “Stay there. I think I’m going to fuck you in every position I can tonight.”
“All this over a camera?” I teased.
“All this over you.”
My pulse stopped, then stuttered to life again. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I didn’t.
Harrison leaned over me, grabbed a condom and the lube. He suited up and slicked himself before pushing two wet fingers into my ass, testing me. The moment they were gone, his glans was pushing at my hole, stretching me wide, that pressure that was so fucking welcome as we breathed together until Harrison completely filled me. He lay down on top of me, dick buried in my ass, which was nested against his groin. He peppered soft kisses to my skin, slowly thrusting his hips, dicking me down in deep strokes.
“God, fuck yes. You feel so good.”
He took me that way for what felt like forever and no time at all before pushing up onto his hands, leaving more space between our bodies. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring down, pushing in and pulling out, watching his cock disappear inside me.
“Jesus, you stretch around me so prettily. Like your ass was made for my dick.”
His body slapped against mine with each pump of his hips. I was aching, needy, my dick leaking and my balls ready to unleash, but I didn’t want to come yet. If I did, this would end, and right then, I couldn’t handle the thought of not feeling him.
I cried out when Harrison pulled back farther, when his dick left my body, but he just flipped me to my back and pressed my legs up. I wrapped them over his shoulders, and then he was sliding in again, deep-dicking me like…well, like he said, as if we were made for this.
I stroked my erection, pulled him down for a kiss, not caring where his mouth had been earlier. We tongue-fucked each other’s mouths as he railed into me. Every time my orgasm teased me, right as I was on the edge of losing control, he’d stop, let me fall back to earth again, then start over.
I ended up on my knees, hands on the headboard, Harrison behind me, fucking me. I rode him, bounced on him, wanted him to see what I could do to bring him as much pleasure as he brought me.
This time, just before he succumbed, I pulled off, and he growled. “Come here, brat.”
“I’m not ready to be done.” My ass ached, and I knew I’d regret it in the morning, but in that moment, I didn’t care.
When he was on top of me again, my legs open, Harrison looking down at me, a bead of sweat on his temple, I knew this was it, that we could come this way, face-to-face.
“So good. Jesus, you feel so good,” he said, taking me as I stroked, a tight fist around my cock.
When Harrison leaned over, when his tongue pushed past my lips and his hips snapped forward, filling me, I lost it. My balls drew up, my cock twitching as I shot between our bodies, pulse after pulse, and then he was tensing, his dick jerking in my ass as he filled the condom with his load.
Harrison fell down on the bed beside me, both of us breathing heavily. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Me too. I thought the first night was good. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.”
He rolled toward me, looked at me, and said softly, “Don’t,” then kissed me again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Harrison
“My birthday is on Friday,” Ross said to me after tossing the bowling ball down the lane. We both enjoyed the game. It used to be a treat for him when he was younger. I would take him bowling, and you’d have thought it was a trip to Disneyland. It was something we still tried to do together just to touch base and spend time with one another.