Page 23 of See Me After Class

Is he playing a game of chase?

Warning bells were going off in my mind, but my body was too in its element to give a fuck.

"Leon," I moaned. "Please…"

"Wait for it, woman." Leon bit down on my swollen under-breast, drawing a bruise from the pale skin around it.Oh, heavens, please…

He grabbed my butt and slid me on top of his, his cock firm against the lips of my core. I locked eyes with him.

"Hold on, Angel…"

"Torturer."

Mercilessly holding me firmly in place and inches from penetration, Leon continued. "The enchantress had an agenda. And the man she thought she had conquered wanted to know that agenda."

He rocked his hips back and forth, just giving my swollen pussy a slight taste of what was to come. I squirmed, partly in discomfort and partly because my whole body was on fire from wanting him.

I sank my knees into the bed, pressing myself down on him. He grabbed my wrists and held me in place.

"Enough," I said breathlessly. "I want you, now."

"Patience, angel."

"No." I slipped my hips up, tore my wrists out of his hands, and in one urgent movement, impaled myself on his now iron-hard cock.

"Oh, my fuck," I cried out as I felt him fill me up. It had been a while, and I hadn't expected it to feelthisgood.

He grinned up at me, responding with slow movements of his hips grinding up into my core.

"Are… you… quite… done… teasing… me?" I panted, sliding up and dropping down to match his rhythm.

"Don't you want to hear the rest of the story, Angel?" he rasped between thrusts, now driving furiously up to meet me.

How is he able to string a sentence together in this state? Jesus…

"Tell me, torturer," I called out, my urgent breathing now a series of raw whimpers.

"The man eventually found out what the enchantress wanted." Leon paused and pushed me off him, only to flip me back onto the sheets.

Grabbing my knees, he splayed me wide open and drew his tongue once, twice, three times, up and down and up and down my aching, pining core.

I did the only reasonable thing and cried for mercy.

"Leon…"

"Who are you?" he asked, continuing to lick me with brusque force. "Who are you, Dr. D. C. Davenport?"

"Dessie," I almost screamed as my legs began trembling. He was mercilessly stabbing the tip of his tongue and then pushing the rest in, again and again until I almost came, then and there.

He didn't let me.

At the last moment, he stopped and lifted his mouth off my pussy to look at me. I was splayed, sweating, and heaving, thebarely existent curve of my belly moving in tandem with my erratic breathing. My pussy glistened, ripe, just inches from his mouth. His sparse beard was damp with my juices.

"Dessie," he whispered before reaching out to his nightstand. He withdrew an egg-shaped toy from one of the drawers. "What is your deal, Dessie?"

I groaned as he turned it on and glided it over the top of my pussy while jabbing his tongue between my folds once more. Once. Twice. Thrice. I began convulsing.

My world went temporarily numb as I reeled from the onset of my orgasm. I exploded in waves, tumbling down from a high toward a depth that I hit like a diver going into a pool.

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