Page 36 of The Teacher and the Virgin

“How about this?” He pulled out even more until just the flared head was held within me by my parted folds.

“Don't leave!” I cried, grabbing hold of his shoulders.

“Shh, I'm not going anywhere.” He pushed in slowly until I was filled again. “See?”

I tilted my head back and groaned. That felt so good. So fucking good I was going to come. His cock was that good. “Again.”

He pulled almost out, then filled me again, a little harder this time.

“Yes!”

I brought my other leg up by his hip.

“Wrap your legs around my waist and hang on.”

I did as he said and he started moving then. With my legs up, he somehow went in even deeper, his pelvis rubbing against my clit. There was no pain now. Nothing but pleasure.

His restraint was gone.

“You feel like heaven wrapped around my dick, wrapped around me. This is where I've wanted to be for the past year.”

Holy fucking hell. He was a talker during sex and I loved it. It was like word porn.

It was incredible.

Hewas incredible.

My breathing picked up as I moved, shifting my hips into his thrusts to learn what made it even better.

“You're going to come all over my cock, aren't you, sweetheart?”

Oh yes.

I nodded, licked my lips. I was just about there. His dick was magical and I couldn't resist. “Yes. I'm going to come. Oh. My. God. I'm going to—”

My inner walls clenched down on his cock, squeezing, milking, pulling him into me, never wanting to let him go. I rippled around him as I came. Sweat bloomed on my skin and I felt myself get even wetter. Really wet, so that when he fucked me, the sound of it filled the room. It was dark and carnal and dirty and yet… perfect. I was a naughty girl.

I couldn't hold back the scream. It was so good. Better than his fingers at the club, better than his mouth.

“Shit, your little pussy spasms are my undoing. And those heels in my ass. Fuck.”

He growled against my neck as I felt him swell within me, then stiffen. I knew he was coming, that his cum was filling the condom. It was right then I wished he was bare, that I could feel every inch of him, his hot seed coating me. Claiming me. I wanted to belong to Carter Buchanan.

He’d offered me just one night, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.

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Emma

I woke on my side with Carter plastered to my back, his arm around my waist. The smile on my face was automatic and I laid perfectly still, staring at the wall, at the designer curtains, heavy mahogany furniture and cream colored carpet that looked thick enough to swim in.

Last night, I hadn’t noticed anything but the man I was with. Listening carefully to his steady, even breathing, I felt free to enjoy a few more minutes in this fantasy. Me, in bed, with Carter. If I closed my eyes and dismissed all logic, I might actually convince myself that I belonged here.

Way to get rid of the V-card with style. I mentally patted myself on the back and prepared for the pain I knew was coming.

I had to leave. The only thing more pathetic than having a one night stand with your billionaire boss was sticking around the next morning hoping for more than sex.

And there was no way in hell I was turning intothatgirl, no matter how much I wanted him. Sure, I’d been a virgin, but I wasn’t naïve enough to think it was anything more than hot, recreational sex between two consenting adults.

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