Page 57 of Along Comes Trouble

“Did you ?”

“I sure did.” Tessa unzips her coat and lets it fall to the ground, revealing a naughty teacher costume that barely covers her body .

My lips part and my dick springs to life. I don’t know how I missed the fuck me heels, but I guess I was too relieved to see her to notice anything else .

“Too much?” she asks, looking uncertain .

“No way, Blue Eyes. Not even close .”

I stare at her, the white crop top barely holding in her full breasts, the black lace bra poking through the thin fabric. The tiny skirt that covers just enough of her ass to keep me guessing about what kind of underwear she has on. She catches me smiling and carefully bends down to retrieve something from her fallen coat, revealing a black lace thong .

“My God, Tessa. You are something.” A thought strikes me. “What would you have done if my mom invited you to stay at David’s ?”

Tessa’s eyes go wide. “I never even thought of that .”

“Thank goodness it didn’t happen.” I let my gaze wander around her delectable body. “This is the most perfect gift of all time .”

She slips a pair of black rimmed glasses into place and stands, cocking her hip and pouting. “Are you sure ?”

I grip her hips and pull her close, then take her hand and place it on my cock. “Does that feel anything but sure to you ?”

“That feels pretty damn sure.” She rubs me through the confines of my jeans and squeezes her breast, her head dropping back as she moans. “I want your hands on me. Here.” She pushes her breasts together. “And here.” She lowers one hand between her legs .

I take her at her word, my greedy hands on her body. I kneel, lift her skirt, slide the strip of fabric between her legs out of the way, and draw my tongue across her clit. She gasps, her body jerking at the contact. I grab her ass to keep her still, meeting her eyes as she stares down at me. Slowly, deliberately, I work my mouth on her, watching her nostrils flare and her breath quicken. Her chest heaves and her hips roll and just as she succumbs to an orgasm, I slip a finger inside her. She writhes, her moans tightening into a scream of pleasure. Her words dissolve into incoherent babble as I stroke her walls and suck her clit into my mouth. Her juices run down my finger and her knees give way .

I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before stepping out of my pants. She eyes my dick hungrily. I spin her around and bend her over the back of my couch, lift her skirt so I can see her scrumptious ass, and then push myself inside her with a groan. She tosses her hair and turns her head over her shoulder, eager to watch me take her. The set of her jaw, the heat in her eyes, the mess of her hair falling down her back, it all does me in. I thrust into her, calling out her name, taking her as mine, mine, mine as she echoes me with yes, yes, yes .

She constricts around me and my balls clench. I’m close, so close. I grab her hair in my fist and pull back as I ram into her. Once. Twice. A third time and I come, emptying myself inside her with a moan .

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