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Her brow went up. “I told you they were pathetic little eggs.”
“On the contrary, they’re like that perfect bite-sized tart from the bakery. Sweet, savory, and a perfect mouthful.” My finger trailed her dark nipple that beaded instantly at my touch. “This nipple is like a homing beacon for my lips,” I hissed, my head lowering so I could grasp it in my teeth. “You’re so fucking incredible, and you don’t even know it.” My words were cut off when I caught the tender flesh between my lips, my tongue stroking it lovingly while she moaned under me. My other hand found her right breast and cupped it, my moan filling the room and vibrating against the flesh in my mouth. That ripped another low moan from her, the sound vibrating in her chest and through my soul. I let her nipple go with a pop and blew a fissure of air across it until she was covered in goosebumps. I cupped both in my hands and grabbed her hot, needy gaze with mine. “Do you remember what I said about these?”
“That they would be the perfect handful,” she squeaked, her breath heavy in her chest.
“And who was right?”
“You were, teacher,” she moaned.
My lips tortured her right breast the same way they did the left, while my thumb stroked her belly, moving dangerously close to her curls each time it did. I desperately wanted to see if she was as wet as I wanted her to be, but I also wanted this to last forever, so I forced myself to hold back and wait.
She plunged her fingers into my hair and grasped it, pulling me from her breast to her lips. Her tongue took possession of my mouth then, and she pressed her belly into my dick, rubbing so seductively I could have come without any further encouragement. I refused to, though. I had plans for this woman. She had things to learn.
I ended the kiss and hung over her, her eyes all pupil and her chest heaving from the kiss. “Are you wet for me, tart?” I asked, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. “Tell me the truth. I’m going to find out anyway.”
“Yes,” she hissed, “so wet.”
The shorts were gone, and I eyed her tiny mound of flesh and curls, my tongue coming out to lick my lips at the sight of her. “Incredible,” I whispered, rubbing my dick with my hand.
She sat up and grasped the bottom of my shirt. “It would be more incredible if you wore fewer clothes.”
I stilled her hands and pushed her back to the bed gently. “Don’t be so impatient. I decide when my clothes come off.”
Her brow went up again. “I never expected so much domination out of you, Mr. Halla.”
“When it comes to how I make love to a woman, there’s a right way and a wrong way,” I said, going back to ogling her beautiful center. “You’re glistening,” I said on a breath, parting her gently with my thumb to peek at her center. I stroked my thumb across her, barely touching her, but the slickness covered my skin immediately.
“Oh, you are learning your lessons well,” I hissed, bringing my thumb to my lips and suckling away the dew. I went back for more and then rubbed her wetness across the tip of my dick, the action nothing but painful pleasure. My pain didn’t matter, though. The look on her face was worth all of the torture I was experiencing. There was so much anticipation in her eyes that she was drowning in it. She was dripping with desire for me now, and she allowed my tongue the pleasure of lapping up some of her heat.
Her hips came off the bed, and that was when I noticed how prominent the left one was compared to the right. I lowered them gently, stroking the left hip bone with tenderness from where it jutted from her pelvis. My lips fell to kiss the ridge of the bone as her breath hitched. I worked my way down to kiss each scar on her leg until I had covered her knee with kisses. When I glanced up, she was still holding her breath as tears ran down her cheeks.
“Breathe, baby,” I whispered, rubbing her chest tenderly. “You are beautiful. I’m in awe of your strength when I see what you hide from the world every day.”
Air filled her lungs then and I wiped away her tears patiently. She shook her head until finally, she could speak. “I’m ashamed and embarrassed by my body. How do you find it so desirable?”
“I find you desirable because you are desirable,” I said, stripping my shirt off and throwing it to the floor by the bed. “I never want to hear you say you’re ashamed or embarrassed by your body again, do you hear me?” Her head nodded, but I knew she was doing nothing more than agreeing for the sake of it. I slid my dick along the inside of her right leg. “This is the only tool you’ll use to measure how fucking desirable you are from this point forward. Do you understand?” She didn’t do anything but widen her eyes. “Do you understand, tart?”
“I understand, Mr. Halla,” she said, her voice low and needy while I continued to rub my tip closer to her center. It was taking all the self-control I had not to sink inside her and end my pain, but I refused to rush the first time I made love to this woman.
“I think you should get a reward then, right?” Her head nodded greedily, and I stood, hooking my fingers in my boxers and letting them fall to the floor slowly. My dick strained into the night air, hard and hot, a drop of dew balanced perfectly at the tip just waiting for absolution. I crawled back onto the bed and straddled her, the tart knowing exactly what to do when she stole that drop of dew with her tongue and then swirled it around the tip, dragging a moan from my lips. I rose up on my knees when she sucked me in, my resolve to make this last weakening the longer she sucked, licked, and blew on me. When she cupped my balls and massaged gently, I moaned so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear me. Then I remembered I was fucking the neighbor, and she wouldn’t care.
I grasped her chin and held her still. “Enough. I can’t take much more,” I groaned, extracting myself from between the pair of lips I loved, knowing I would soon be cradled by the pair that would take me to heaven.
Her hands came up to run across my abs and chest, tangling in the hair there while I teased her tiny buds with my thumbs, flicking across them until they were tight and pert. “Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Halla?” Her voice was nothing but dirty, and I growled low in my throat.
“I’m going to have to. You’ve been a naughty girl, Mrs. Halla. Detention is going to be required,” I hissed, sliding down her body carefully until I sat on the bed between her knees again. “Look at the mess you’ve made of yourself,” I said, my voice playful. “Now, I’m going to have to clean it up.” My thumb found its way inside her and pressed down gently, holding her open for my tongue to sweep in and taste her sweetness. My tongue thrust in and out rhythmically to the sound of her moans, backing off when her thighs started to shake and going back in when they stopped.
“I fucking love detention,” she cried, her hips pressing her center into my face, burying my nose inside her again, where I sucked wickedly. She grasped my head and clamped her thighs to my ears, forcing me to back off instantly. She noticed, sighing with frustration when I sat up and held her hips. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked, patiently waiting for her answer, but there was no hesitation in her nod.
“I’ve never wanted a man the way I want you, Bishop,” she said, her voice softening with desire.
“That’s because no man has ever accepted you for who you are, all of you,” I said. Her nod was automatic like she didn’t even have to think about if that statement was true. “I accept all of you, sweetart,” I promised. “You were created and shaped just for me. You are mine now. I don’t care what you say or how many times you try to push me away, that will always remain the truth. Do you understand?” Her eyes widened, but she said nothing. I fell across her and grasped her chin, kissing her hard and heavy, letting her taste herself on my tongue until we couldn’t breathe through the fog of desire in our chests. “Do you understand?” I asked again, panting hard with my dick dangerously close to her opening. All she had to do was lift her hips, and she’d join us, so I moved back and waited for her to answer me. I stroked her sweet nub while I did it, just to sweeten the pot for her.
“I under—understand,” she moaned.
“There will be a question on the test about that,” I reminded her, sliding my thumb inside her. “Remember the answer.”
“Yes, Mr. Halla,” she said obediently.
