Page 68 of His to Teach
Eager to please him, I begin to suck him off, using my hand against the base of his shaft. He groans, the sound dangerously loud, and his body shudders slightly. I reach my other hand forward to pull his shirt from his waistband, eager to feel the taut stomach I love so much. He takes my hint and makes quick work of the buttons before pulling the shirt off, momentarily distracting me. His chest is so fucking gorgeous, tanned and muscled, with the perfect smattering of hair running down to his abs. I want to run my fingers over him, kiss his tight flesh, run my tongue along those dips and planes.
“Harper,” he warns, voice rough, and I pull my attention back to the cock in my mouth. I build up to a good rhythm, taking him as deep as I can while I use my hand to rub the base. He’s groaning loudly now, but the sound doesn’t make me nervous we’ll be caught. Instead it fills me with pride—I’m the one doing this, pleasing him so much.
“You look fucking amazing like that,” he mutters, putting his hands in my hair and pushing my head harder onto his cock. “Kneeling on the dirty ground, servicing me. Your hot littlemouth wrapped around my dick. Your tits brushing against my legs. God, I’m gonna come all over those tits.”
I want him to. I want to feel his hot seed erupt on my skin, want him to mark me in that way. I’ve completely lost all of my inhibitions where this man is concerned. All I want is to please him. To let him use me. I hum in pleasure around him and start to work faster, sucking and licking as he moans and shudders.
“Fuck, Harper,” he mutters. “Fuck, that’s good. I’m gonna come. I…I can’t… I’m gonna come.” He releases my head and I pull away, arching my spine so my tits stand out and my head tilts back, wanting to be marked by him. Wanting every drop. “Fuck,” he groans loudly, the sound guttural and low as he spills out all over me, his warm cum dripping down my skin, over my breasts and down to my stomach.
“Jesus, that’s hot,” he says, breathing heavily as he looks down at me. “Taste it.”
I run my fingers slowly through the cream trickling over my breasts, taking a second to rub it on my nipples, knowing he’ll like that. For all his bravado about obeying him, he sure seems to like it when I tease. Right now is no exception, and he moans as I bring my fingers to my mouth, licking each one.
“Get up here,” he growls, hauling me to my feet. I’m barely standing when he grasps me roughly, pulling me up against him so his tongue can raid my mouth again. Without warning, he thrusts his hand into the waistband of my thong, making me gasp in surprise. He doesn’t release his iron grip on me, holding me tight with one strong arm, kissing me roughly while his free hand thrusts into my wetness.
The feeling of his fingers rubbing my clit has me moaning loudly into his mouth. And he doesn’t relent, pushing two fingers roughly into my slit, his thumb taking over the circles around my clit.
I whimper and squirm in his vise-like grip. His fingers are rough, unconcerned with my comfort. Taking what he wants.
“You like that,” he says against my mouth. “You like me finger fucking your pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back and closing my eyes.
“I know you do. I know you like it because you’re dripping wet. Like you always are for me. Just me.” He’s dropping the act but I don’t even care. I have what I was needing now, this release, this escape from everything in my head. There’s just no room for any of it when I’m so overwhelmed by him.
“Please,” I moan, not even knowing what I’m asking for.
“You want to come?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
Without a word Nate pushes me back against the metal shelf and kneels before me. In seconds he has my leg over his shoulder, pushing my thong aside, his tongue dipping inside me. “Nate,” I cry out. “Oh,please.” I clutch the metal shelf above me, my hips thrusting of their own accord into his face, sure I’m about to fall over. No way I can keep my balance when he feels so amazing. Jesus, he has a magic fucking tongue.
“You look so dirty like this,” he says, pulling back to look up at me. “Naked except for these little sandals, your body splayed out against those filthy shelves, tits covered in my cum. Such a dirty girl.”
I’ll be dirty if he wants me to be. I’ll be anything he wants me to be. Just so long as he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing. He doesn’t disappoint, thrusting three fingers inside while his tongue moves to rub roughly across my clit.
“So good,” he mutters against me. “Your pussy tastes so good.”
I moan again, hips thrusting harder. Pressure is building inside me and I’m sure I won’t be able to hold out much longer. But suddenly he’s gone, the heat and the pressure of him leavingme, and I whimper loudly in protest. “I want you to come while I’m inside you,” he pants, and then he’s bending me over the stack of boxes, his dick already sliding along my entrance.
“Need to fuck you,” he gasps. “Need to feel it.” I want to agree but his dick is already there, pressing against me, and then he’s buried inside.
We moan in unison, Nate pausing for a moment, like he always seems to upon entering me. The pause is short lived this time and he feels frantic when he pulls out and slams in again. “So tight. Fuck, it’s good.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “So good.”
“Tell me,” he pants. “I want to hear your sweet voice talk dirty to your teacher. Consider it the vocab section of your test.”
I giggle a little even in the midst of all the intensity and I’m pretty sure I can feel the smile on his lips when he kisses the back of my neck. Then he slams in again, stretching me, and the laughter abruptly cuts off. “Tell me, Miss Cain.”
“I can’t stand how good it is when you fill me like this.” Needing something, needing more, I bring my hands up to my breasts and pull on my nipples.
“Yes,” he moans. “Touch yourself. Work those tits. And keep talking.”
“I want it just like this,” I tell him around a moan. “Hard and fast and dirty. So perfect. You’re so perfect.”
He’s grasping my waist so roughly I’m sure I’ll have bruises, the thought making me even more crazy with this pulsing, all-encompassing desire. “Fuck, your ass looks good slamming up against my hips while I fuck you.” I push back into him and he groans, his fingers tightening until I cry out. “Are you close? I need you close. I need you to come. I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
