Page 62 of Sweet Poison

"They’re easy to take off, trust me," I said.

“If you were mine, you’d be wearing dresses and no panties because I’d want to get my cock inside you every chance I get.” He walked me backwards until I felt the window ledge against my ass.

His words turned me to jelly.

"Turn around,” he ordered.

I complied and his hands came around the waistband of my jeans, undid the button, and pulled them halfway down my ass. I couldn’t help but writhe with excitement and anticipation. His fingers grazed my skin, and the heat of his touch caused goosebumps to break out all over me.

I loved the way he caressed my hips, the possessive way his big hands felt me up. He leaned forward to place a feathery kiss on the dip of my back.

"Hurry, Cole," I breathed.

He licked my back. The wetness of his tongue, the soft press of his lips … I could do little more than moan. Holding onto my jeans, he yanked them down till they were touching the floor.

"Ah," the soft gasp left me when he kissed my ass. He went around the soft cheeks, and I felt my body shudder.

"You dress so tomboyish," he said. "It’s a crime to hide all this beauty under your baggy clothes?"

I thought back to the night we had met. "Would you have even looked at me if I hadn’t come in Kelly’s sexy dress?”

"What would you have worn instead?" he asked quietly as he grasped the straps of my thong and pulled them down.

I was so restless with anticipation that I wanted to touch myself for some sort of relief, but I knew just how out of the world it felt when he did it. I shut my eyes and tried my very best to exercise patience, focusing on his questions and the masculine, smooth, quiet sound of his velvety voice.

"It was long," I whispered. "That's all you need to know. Long and decent."

He grabbed my hips and lifted them, then with his thumbs parted the cheeks of my ass. I was completely exposed to him! Both my entrances!

My eyes flew open with shock.

"I noticed you in the car when I was standing by the side of the road. Before I saw your dress."

“What?” I exclaimed, amazed, but in the next moment, he had flattened his tongue onto my pussy and licked all the way up the crack of my bottom.

Every trace of amazement immediately dissipated. "Oh," I trembled as pleasure struck my lower abdomen with an almost painful zap.

He licked me, the pressure hard and thorough.

"Fuck."

The movements of his tongue teasing that ultra-sensitive tip of my clit. My mind scattered into pieces.

"Oh …" I gasped.

I was being eaten out right here, during school hours, and in a storeroom. This was the school where I taught! My father was somewhere close. The kids’ parents were within hearing distance. I should be ashamed of myself. This was a terrible thing to do, but oh, it felt so good.

I felt no shame. Not one tiny bit of shame.

There was something extra decadent and dirty about him taking me from behind. Without him asking, I spread my legs even wider, allowing him to get his head deeper in. All I wanted to do was to ride him, and as soon as he took my soaking wet cleft in his mouth, I lowered my knees and did as I wanted. I rode his mouth and tongue as he continued to suck hard against my sex, stroking and licking. By the time he stopped to take a breath, my legs had already begun to shake. I was going to come without any shame, without any reservations, and it was going to be right in his mouth, against his face.

"Go faster," he instructed.

Maybe it was this command or the way he had licked so deeply into my pussy, but in that moment, I lost my head. I rode him without mercy, chasing the pleasure, chasing the insanity, and being as inconsiderate as I could possibly be with his tongue and mouth.

My excuse was that he had done the exact same thing to me when I’d sucked his cock. He had held my head and thrust his dick down my throat, and I had taken it without any complaints. I’d even enjoyed every moment of it, and so far, it seemed as if my pleasure was everything to him. As his was to me when I was pleasuring him.

I marveled at the fact that we were almost strangers. It felt as though I’d known him for ages, as though we were a couple already completely in tune with each other and possessing the knowledge of how to bring the other to their knees.

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