Page 108 of The Influencer

“Okay,” he whispers, his gaze uncertain, and boring into mine.

“Now. Put your hands on the mattress and bend over for me, sweetie.”

“Are you—are you sure it won’t hurt?”

I give him the slyest smile I can manage. “I’ll go slow.”

He nods and assumes the position, his hands on the mattress and back arched, presenting his ass perfectly. I flip up the skirt and consume him with my gaze as I undo my pants, release my pounding erection, and slide a condom on. I admit, though, it would be really fucking hot to watch my cum drip down those thighs, to the edge of his white stockings.

Two weeks, I remind myself as I pick up the lube he’s left conveniently on the edge of the bed.

“This is my cock, sweetie…you like how that feels?” I ask as I rub it up and down his hole.

“Uh-huh—I think so.”

I gently press the tip inside him, and he gasps. I pull out. “If you don’t want to, I’ve got some of my own homework to do…”

“I want it—I want it. Please. It doesn’t hurt.”

“If you say so.” But also, thank God, because I’m done messing around. I’m spilling precum, and my balls are aching. This time I take him by the hips and thrust deep and hard, rocking him forward.

He catches himself on his elbows and cries out, “Oh my god!”

Reaching down, I clap a hand over his mouth. “Quiet. You don’t want her to wake up and find us like this, do you?”

He groans into my hand as I casually fuck into him. “With my cock in your greedy pussy, you moaning for me… she’d be so pissed.”

He nods, but I keep my hand on his mouth, building up a rhythm that’s steady enough to make us both last.

I’m loving the view from back here of the white garter belt, the flipped-up skirt and the gorgeous arch of his back. After several long minutes of languid strokes, I get my hands around his chest and pull him up so I can kiss his neck and play with his nipples. “Don’t be afraid to touch yourself,” I say when I notice the way his dick is trying to poke through the front of his short skirt.

“You do it,” he whispers.

Once my hand is around his cock, I lose track of the scenario. Our mouths find each other’s, and within a few seconds, I’ve pulled out, pushed him onto the bed, and I’m ramming into him face to face where I have direct access to his tongue. His stockinged legs wrap around my back, and we fuck like it’s the last time we’re ever going to see each other. Deep kisses and nails digging in and desperate sounds wrenching from our chests until his cock is twitching between us and our abs are covered in his cum.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” I say—out of words to describe what having sex with Jade is like—how good it feels to me.

His hands drive through my hair, and he lifts his head from the bed to seal his mouth to mine, and I almost choke on my own groan as my system overloads, and I come, too, to the tune of “Jesus—oh—Jesus.”

He holds me tight. “Don’t pull out. Don’t pull out.”

I settle in, nuzzling his neck and shivering through the aftershocks of my orgasm as my cock continues to jerk in his ass. His muscles contract around me, milking me. His thighs tighten against my sides, and he presses kisses into my hair.

“I better fucking pass that test,” he whispers, and I laugh.

I swear, if I come home to Jade like this every night, I’m going to be a ridiculously happy man.

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jade

The schoolgirl scene got us both off so hard, I wasn’t sure how I was going to top it. Asher was perfectly filthy, brilliantly playing the part of my imaginary older sister’s boyfriend deflowering my ass while I nearly burned myself alive from how hot it was.

The next night, I was a sassy cheerleader, and he was the football coach I’d been trying to seduce all year. He took me on hands and knees on the floor, banging into me while I shouted about how big he was and swore I’d never breathe a word about it to anyone else as long as he made me come.

On night three, I rode him while I wore a short, pink wig, a black leather harness, tight mini-skirt, and thigh-high stripper boots with five-inch heels.

It’s hard to say in retrospect which one was his favorite. He seems equally enthusiastic about all my costumes. And it’s not like we’re only fucking once a day or anything.

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