Page 18 of Tutor Daddy
"That's normal," he says as concern ripples across his thick eyebrows.
"Yeah, but when I spiraled down that train wreck of thought, I stopped paying attention in class. I gave up and stopped going. I didn't want to reach out until Professor Tamson cornered me at my faculty adviser's office. I explained it all to her, and she offered me several solutions, including coming to you."
"Coming to me, huh?" He smirks.
A prickly sensation swarms my cheeks as my words settle over the sexual tension between us. My chest rises and falls with anticipation. He glances down at my cleavage in the low-cut tank, reminding me that I'm owed.
"I answered more than one of your questions correctly, Daddy. You owe me my touch," I tease him. As the memories from our first meeting push through my mind, so do the memories from our moment in the hot tub. I know how to get him hard.
"You're right." He grins. "I'll give you a minute to touch me wherever you want."
"I need you to lie down for this."
He leads me by the hand into his bedroom, softly lit in amber hues. There are two black armchairs in front of a copper accent wall. The gray carpet is soft under my feet. Aidan's bed is simple, with squared black wooden posts on each corner. He moves his pillows aside to reveal two slim rectangular bars that separate the padded headboard from the mattress. They're perfect to be tied to.
Aidan lies across the bed and waits for me as I follow him. I'm about to straddle his lap, but slip my shorts off for him to see my pussy. It's already wet, and I remember what he likes.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, Daddy."
Aidan bites his lower lip before I lower myself above his face, gripping the bars to hold myself steady. The second I'm within his tongue's reach, Aidan loses control. He grips my thighs from under me to pull me closer. His lips and tongue collide against my pussy with passion and desire.
I cry out with my first orgasm, and now I don't have to be quiet. He eats me until my legs shake. I can barely take it anymore as he grips me harder to grind against his face. Then I feel him moving. Everything happens so fast as Aidan rises to his feet with his face still between my legs.
My hand reaches up and grazes the ceiling.
"Holy shit," I pant.
I have to grip his hair like I'm riding a bucking bronco at the rodeo. He spins me and places me on the bed, but continues to assault my pussy with spectacular motions and moans that vibrate against the butt plug.
When he pulls his glistening mouth away from me, I can see his full erection and a darkness in his eyes.
"You're hard, Daddy."
"You're mine, Addy."
