Page 31 of The Teacher of Nothing
Pulling back, I meet her lust-filled stare and admire her swollen lips still wet from our frantic kiss. I want to see her like this but naked and spread out before me in bed. I need to see the way her eyes roll back as I take her sweet cunt in my mouth, driving her to new heights with my tongue.
“What?” she rasps, eyes hooded. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I growl with more force than necessary. “You’re so fucking perfect it does my head in.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“To me, you are.” I rest my forehead to hers. “May I touch you?”
“Y-Yes.”
I slide a hand inside her blanket and groan when my palm finds silky bare flesh on her thigh. Her leg is smooth, freshly shaved, and I want to run my tongue along every inch.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I remind her, but neither of us is listening.
“No one knows. It’s our secret.”
Fuck.
For such a good girl, she really feeds my bad side.
I slide my palm higher until I find the hem of her shorts. I run my thumb beneath the material. My dick twitches when she whimpers. I’ve barely touched her and she’s melting.
“I’m not some sick fuck who preys on young women,” I tell her. I’m not my father. “I don’t do this. Ever. There’s just something about you, Willa. I can’t get you out of my head. I don’t want to.”
“You’re a good guy,” she assures me. “I know this is something special.”
I trail my thumb over the outside of her shorts, seeking out her pussy. She jolts when I rub my thumb over it.
“Have you done this before? Let someone touch you, sweetheart?”
“N-No.”
She’s innocent as fuck. And I’m salivating at the thought of wrecking her completely. I want to make her scream and stretch her untouched pussy to the point of pain. I need inside her, claiming and owning this sweet girl.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I lean in and kiss her pouty lips. “I love the idea of this pussy being mine and only mine.”
She makes a strained sound, somewhere between embarrassed and turned on. I’ll show her how to talk dirty with time.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I murmur, trailing kisses along her cheek to her jaw. “And when you’re exhausted from coming so hard, I’m going to sleep with my dick buried deep inside you. You want that, pretty girl?”
“Yes.”
I reward her compliance by massaging firm circles on her clit over her shorts. She squirms and whimpers. I’m desperate to have my face on her needy pussy, but I’ll be damned if I do that here in the window where anyone could walk up and see what’s mine.
“Can you come like this?” I ask, not stopping my frantic pace. “Quiet like a good girl.”
“I t-think so.”
Our mouths crash together as I massage her to ecstasy. Her moans are silenced by my kiss. I revel in the way her entire body shudders from her orgasm. If we were alone in my bed, I’d remove her shorts and run my tongue along the seam to taste her pleasure.
“You came so beautifully. A+.”
She laughs. “Thanks. I have a great teacher.”
