Page 11 of Breaker

He nods, whispering, "I'm sorry, Daddy," before throwing his arms around my shoulders. I hold him tight before he goes to my momma, and I stand with a sigh.

Snake pats my back. "Go get your frustration out, brother."

I nod and head to my room, ignoring Lola, who is trying to speak to me. Her behavior toward my momma is pissing me off.

When I get into my room, I grin. Suzy is lying on her back while Amber's juicy ass is wiggling, her juices running down her legs as her tongue dips inside Suzy's cunt.

I grab hold of my dick through my jeans and squeeze because, fuck me, that is a sight.

I remove my cut and hang it on the back of the door before pulling off my shirt and throwing it on the floor. Suzy gasps as Amber sucks her clit into her mouth, and I bite my bottom lip, sucking the lip ring into my mouth as I undo my jeans while toeing off my boots.

Once I'm naked, I grab a condom from my jeans and head over to Amber. I squeeze her ass cheeks before pulling them apart, spitting on her hole that's winking at me, getting her ready to take my cock in her ass.

I don't fuck pussy anymore, only their asses, for obvious reasons.

As Suzy wraps her legs around Amber's head, grinding on her mouth, Amber reaches up and pulls on Suzy’s nipples. After sheathing myself, I place the head of my cock at her asshole before pressing forward. As I slowly make my way into her tight back passage, I reach around and rub two fingers over her clit.

She moans around Suzy's pussy as I bottom out, staying still for a moment before pulling out, and then thrusting forward hard, creating a fast rhythm.

Suzy screams as her orgasm hits her, but Amber continues to eat her out like she's starved despite Suzy trying to push her off, sending Suzy into another orgasm. I thrust faster, my frustration easing as Amber's ass tightens around my cock. My spine tingles, and I strum my fingers faster as juices flood them. Amber lifts her head, moaning loudly.

My balls tighten, and I know I'm about to come. I quickly pull out, remove the condom, and turn Amber around. She opens her mouth instantly, taking my dick deep as I come down her throat. Her eyes water as she swallows my release, and I moan. Once I pull out, Suzy pushes Amber out of the way and takes my dick into her mouth, moaning around the semi-hard dick. She gently rubs her tongue underneath the head as she sucks, causing my dick to harden, ready for another round.

Hours later, I groan as my phone rings and look at the time, scowling. I ignore it and turn over in bed. I kicked Suzy and Amber out at four this morning, so whoever is calling at nine can fuck off.

The ringing stops, and I sigh, relaxing deeper into the mattress. I fall back to sleep when the phone rings again, and I growl, quickly grabbing it.

I don't look at the caller ID before answering with a barked, "What?"

A throat clears, and when they speak, I silently curse myself. "Uh, hi. My name's Ms. Sanders, Noah's teacher…."

Fuck…. My dick hardens, and my heart races at the sound of her voice.

Trying to ignore what I’m feeling, I say, "I'm his dad. Is he alright?"

She clears her throat once more before stating, "Noah is okay, but I was wondering if you could come in, please?"

I furrow my brows, noticing he's only been in school for twenty minutes, and ask, "Can you elaborate on why?"

She's silent for a moment like she's contemplating telling me over the phone before speaking quietly. "He, uh, decided to pour paint on a fellow teacher's leg, and when the teacher slipped, Noah grabbed the paint next to him, before I could grab it, and poured it over the teachers head."

My mouth drops in shock because surely not…. I stutter, "But, I mean, uh, huh…."

She explains, "As the kids were walking in, the teacher asked me out on a date, and before I could politely decline, again, Noah thought he'd do it for me, I guess?"

She finishes the statement off with a question, confused about why my son would do that. Suddenly, our conversation from yesterday hits me.

"But she’s not right, Daddy. Ms. Sanders is…."

Ah, hell.

I clear my throat, feeling a little bad that my son decided to get involved with her love life.

I rasp, "I'll be there in twenty," before hanging up, not willing to hear her speak again.

I don't know why, but my heart fucking flips every time she speaks, and my dick certainly likes it as well. Fuck, I hope she's married. I do not need to give Noah any ideas.

Paint, fucking paint…. Fuck.

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