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My breathing accelerates as I stare at him.
“I want you to slowly take everything off for me.”
I move to take a step closer, and he holds up his hand. I stop in my tracks. “You don’t want a little dance with your strip tease?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “You’re not going to tease me. I’m feeling very possessive right now. I want you to show me what only I get to see.”
I quickly move to take my shirt off, but when he raises a brow, I slow my movements. I take it off, dropping it beside me, and pull off my boots before undoing the button on my jeans and shoving them down my legs. Everett’s expression has grown feral as he stares me down.
I undo my bra, my breasts popping free, and drag my panties down, slowly stepping out of them. I stand, giving Everett the abilityto see all of me before I drop to my knees and then my hands and slowly crawl towards him.
“I’m yours, Everett. You are the only man who gets to see me like this. The only man I’ll crawl for.”
He adjusts himself in his jeans, and I smirk, loving the way I’m affecting him. When I reach the chair, he widens his stance, and I sit up on my knees, resting back on my heels. I drag my hands up his legs, reaching for his belt.
“It’s my turn,” I say. My voice is low and husky as the sound of his belt coming undone fills the air. “I want to see what only I get to see.”
I undo the button of his jeans, followed by the zipper, and he lifts his hips, giving me just enough room to pull his jeans and boxers beneath his ass, his erection springing free. I lick my lips as I stare at it. Everett and I have had a decent amount of sex over the last couple months. It’s often been snuck in in the shower before bed, or with my panties shoved in my mouth to stop me from screaming too loudly as I come, but every time he’s gone down on me and then fucked me. He makes me come every time, but I haven’t been able to watch him as I make him come with his cock in my mouth in far too long.
I grip him firmly, and he hisses between his teeth. His thighs tense as I stroke him a few times. I rise up on my knees and hold eye contact as I drag my tongue along the underside of his cock, circling the head slowly as he drops his head back and groans.
“We have the house to ourselves tonight, I want us to be as loud as possible. I don’t care if the neighbours hear how well you fuck me or how well I make you come.”
His fingers weave into my hair, pulling my head back from his cock as he stares down at me. “You are so fucking far from some innocent little teacher. You just want to be on your knees and my perfect little slut, don’t you?”
I swallow and nod. His grip tightens, and I say, “Yes. God, yes.”
His grip loosens, and he pulls my head gently closer to his lap. I fist him again and wrap my lips around the head of his cock, sucking on the head before slowly working down. I have to use my hand to help with what my mouth can’t take. He holds my hair back, givinghim a better view of my face, and I hollow my cheeks, pulling a string of profanities from him as his hips thrust slightly.
My free hand rolls his balls, and he says, “Fuckin’ hell, Chloe. You’re doing so well, taking my cock like a good girl.”
His praise has my squeezing my thighs, but it does nothing as they slip from how fucking wet I am. I take Everett as far as I can before I trigger my gag reflex, and his thumb finds my jaw, encouraging me to meet his eyes.
“Relax for me. You’ve got this.”
I do as he says. I take a deep breath through my nose and let my throat relax, taking another inch of him.
“So fucking perfect, North. Such a good girl.”
I roll his balls again, and he thrusts into my mouth. My hold on him tightens, making him curse. A few more strokes and he’s coming down my throat, and I greedily swallow every fucking drop, licking my lips when I release him.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” he muses, and I smile seductively.
“I was thinking you’d fuck me. I was hoping you’d be rough about it. I think I need some new marks to remind me who I belong to.”
I squeal as he quickly pushes out of the chair and I start to fall back, but he catches me under the arms and lifts me as though I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed, setting me down and grabbing a condom out of the nightstand.
“On all fours,” he growls as he rolls the condom down his already hard cock. His refractory time is something that should be studied, because I’ve never seen it before.
I quickly shuffle, moving to my hands and knees, looking at him over my shoulder. He strokes himself a couple times before running the head of his cock through my slit, teasing my clit.
“So fucking wet, North. Who made this greedy little cunt dripping wet?”
“You,” I moan as his cock grazes my clit again. I dip my head between my shoulders as he repeats the motion. “Everett! I need you to fuck me.”
He grips my hair and pulls my head back. “Play with your pretty tits and tell me how badly you want to be filled, and I’ll fuck you, Chloe.”
I don’t think I could be any wetter than I already am, but I feel it continuing to slide down the inside of my thighs as I contract my abs and play with my tits. Everett groans as I whimper, the head of his cock pressed against my clit as my fingers pull at my nipples.
