Page 65 of Interpreter

Average, white guy cock.Wow. Now, I’m going to fuck her extra hard just because she put the thought of another guy fucking her in my head.

“But this”—she points to my cock still in my hand—“this is magnificent.” She weighs my expression like she wants me to give her permission to touch it. I don’t.

“Lean back,” I demand. “I want to see that smart mouth of yours suck this magnificent”—I roll my eyes at her description—“cock of mine.”

Sometimes women aren’t up for the alpha bullshit. Some will flat-out tell you no, but Milah… Milah looks like I just pulled out her favorite pair of shoes.

She nestles back into the mattress and smirks and then, before she can open all the way, I am shoving my cock down her throat. She doesn’t even gag. Not once. Oh God. I’m not going home tonight. In fact, I think I’ll need the rest of the school year with this woman.

Milah takes all of me, sucking and rimming the head of my cock with her tongue until I fold over, struggling to stay upright. God, it feels so fucking good. Has a blow job always felt this good? I don’t think it has. A tingling starts at the base of my dick faster than I imagined. If she keeps this rhythm, it’s going to be a short night. I pull up and note the flushness of her face and kiss her so hard that it feels like I’m trying to crawl inside her.

“I want you naked,” I mumble between kisses. A gentle push against my shoulder is her response. I pull back, sitting on my knees.

“Lie back,” she says, attempting to turn the tables. I can smell her hair, exotic and sweet, just like the beach vacations we used to take. There is no way I’m lying back on her pillows and being immersed in her scent. When I just blink, she pulls her hands out in front of her chest and signs,“Now, the only thing you’re allowed to say is ‘Yes, Mami.’ Am I clear?”

Ha! She’s funny. “Turn around. On your knees.” I’m done with her talking.

Her mouth falls into a straight line, and her throat works.

“Now, Milah,” I growl. I goddamn growl at this woman, and it feels fucking good. It feels normal. It feels exhilarating. Tanned skin glistens in the lamp light as she sits up, getting to her knees and turning around like she’s supposed to. She’s confident in her body as she doesn’t fidget or try to cover any part of herself. She just kneels there, her peach-shaped ass beckoning me to grab her. But I don’t. Not yet.

“Grab the headboard.”

She does and it shocks me. Without wasting any more time, I pull the zipper of her dress down, the fabric parting against her back, exposing slivers of flesh as it falls around her body. I kiss her shoulder and tug the fabric until she lifts her knees so I can toss the dress she will never again wear for another man. I stand, leaving her kneeling, exposed, and so incredibly sexy while I pull a condom from my wallet. There’s no turning back now.

I crawl up the bed, trailing a finger down the curve of her spine, and she shivers. My fingers move across her body, exploring every inch until they reach their destination. Her throat. I touch the soft skin, her swallow tickling my palm.

“Spread your legs,” I whisper. Vibrations bounce against my hand. A moan. “Do you like being the student, Ms. Iglesias?”

More vibrations.

My free hand creeps along her stomach, down the valley between her legs. I hesitate, hovering over her center. Her throat works, and her head falls toward her chest.

“You want me to touch you, Mami?” I use the name she wanted me to call her before when she thought she was in charge. “Hmm? Is that what you want?” Her hands clench on the headboard. I grasp her pussy, and she sucks in a breath, her throat swallowing the moan I desperately want to hear. “Show me, Mami. Show me how much you want me to touch you.” I move the hand at her throat and slip two fingers past her lips. She doesn’t need any more directions, her lips purse as she sucks, taking long pulls against the sensitive skin of my fingers.

A moan bubbles up from my chest, and I circle her clit with the pad of my finger, moving in the same rhythm as her mouth. I can feel the vibrations from inside her mouth as she keeps up the suction, forcing her head up.

“You feel so good… como el cielo.” I slip one finger inside and find her dripping. “So wet….” So fucking perfect. I add another finger, stretching her from the inside and pull my fingers from her mouth. Her breathing is sharp when I straddle her legs with mine—both of us on our knees, her back to my chest and my fingers inside her pussy. I push against her back so that her chest drops lower and pushes her ass into my cock.

I palm both cheeks just like I envisioned earlier, gripping and moving her hips against my bare cock. I work my hands toward the middle, toward that delicate line that parts her center. Easing down, I lick her from behind. From front to back, tasting her sweetness against my tongue. Her legs quake, and her entire body seems to vibrate with a muted sound of pleasure.

I’m tearing open the condom wrapper and rolling it along my length seconds later. I can’t wait any longer. My hand goes back to her throat, my source of sound, while my free hand fists my cock and slides it between her cheeks, a warning, before I ease it inside her, parting her hot flesh of muscle against the latex barrier between us. God, how I want to rip it off and feel her against me. To feel flesh against flesh. To feel her wetness coat my cock in pleasure.

I work my cock inside inch by inch, letting her adjust before I push in all the way. She jumps against my hold, and I pause, allowing her a minute to relax.

“Good girl,” I praise, rubbing my hand down her back, following the line of her spine until it ends.

She swallows and turns her head, trying to say something. I lean over so I can see. “I want to hear you too,” she tells me, and my cock jumps inside her.

I shake my head. That’s too much. Too exposed. Her facing me, feeling my throat, taking in the sounds and faces I make as I come apart in her body… it’s too much. I can’t.

“Please, Tim. Please let mefeelyou.”

Dammit. Remember when I said women know how to bring a man down? Yeah, Milah is no different. I take a deep breath. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

“Okay,” I say softly and pull out of her warmth, sitting back on my ankles and placing my hands along my thighs. “Come here.” My dick is straining to get back inside of her. It jumps while we watch her turn around, slowly placing each of her legs around me, delicately sitting on my thighs. Her wetness glides along my skin as she wraps one arm around me and places the other at my throat just as I had done to her.

I clear my throat, and her eyes widen. “It feels….” I swallow, feeling very vulnerable in this moment as she stares at my neck. “It feels so intimate.”

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