Page 12 of Tempting Teacher

She sits a few feet away from me on the same couch, her face staining red as she asks her next question. “So, blow jobs and then what?”

“Has anyone ever licked your pussy, Summer?” My cock twitches at the mere thought, her open mouth calling like an invitation, providing the answer I was expecting.

Once she recovers from the shock of my question, she stammers her response. “Wh-, Ho-, Why do you need to know that?”

“Because, little girl, you’re going to want to know what it feels like when it’s done well.” I shift closer to her, my legs widening to accommodate the bulge growing between them. “But first, lesson number two.” I take her free hand and place it over my cock. Her head snaps down to look at what she’s holding, and then to my face.

“Take it out.”

“How?” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“Kneel in front of me.” I take her wine and place it on a nearby table. “Undo my belt, my pants, and pull down the zipper.”

As her fingers start to work, the tip of her tongue sweeps across her lips, my cock stiffening further. When she completes her task, I decide to help, lifting my hips to shove my pants down off my waist, my cock springing free. She sits back on her heels, a small gasp escaping as her eyes lock onto my length.

“Have you done this before?” Part of me doesn’t want to know. I want to believe my cock will be the first one between her perfect, cloud-like lips. The other part of me doesn’t want her teeth raking down my skin, so I’m torn when she shakes her head.

She stays silent, her focus still between my thighs as I guide her hand to wrap around my cock. Her thumb slides across the tip, spreading the pre-cum already leaking over the tip. Her attention finally diverts back to my eyes and she swallows loudly. “What should I do?”

“Let me show you.” I cover her hand with mine and squeeze, demonstrating how to hold me, then slide her hand up then down before letting go.

When she bends her head toward my cock, her eyes still on mine, I swear to God I almost come right then. She’s so fucking perfect and she doesn’t even know it. Her tongue slips out between her mouth and lands at the base of my cock then licks lazily up my length. I close my eyes, my head falling back against the couch. “That’s perfect, Summer.”

She trails her tongue up my shaft several more times until the heat of her mouth slides over the head, sucking just the crown inside. Holy Fuck. I don’t need to teach her a damn thing. I thread my hand through her hair, gathering it in a loose bunch, then push her further down my length, almost exploding when she hums. My cock jerks inside her mouth, and I yank hard, pulling until she’s looking up at me.

“Just where in the fuck did you learn to do that?” I hiss out.

“I did my homework.” Her mouth twitches up at her reference to me telling her to watch porn during our last lesson. “Do I get a gold star?”

Jesus. Twelve days of porn and she’s turned into a fucking minx. “Let’s see if you can finish what you start, little girl.” I jerk my chin toward my waist, another jolt shooting through me as she engulfs my dick in her heat again. This time, she needs no guidance from me. She bobs her head up and down my dick, sucking hard as she slides up, swirls her tongue around the tip then slides down again. I cradle her head in both my hands when she speeds up, her throat swallowing my cock when it hits the back of her throat.

I groan with each swallow, my fingers digging into her scalp, the pain seeming to edge her on, my hips thrusting into her mouth. My balls begin to tighten, signaling my impending release. “I’m going to come.” I pant out, letting go of her head, wanting what happens next to be her choice. “You don’t have to swallow.” I insist, happy to finish with her fingers wrapped around me.

She waves me off, her grip locking around the bottom of my shaft, sucking me inside the fire of her mouth, her cheeks going hollow from the effort, and I explode. I let out a bellow, my cock pulsing my release down her throat, my hands clenching the material of the cushions into my palms as she swallows and swallows.

She draws slowly back, my limp cock falling from her mouth into my thatch of dark curls. She bites her lower lip between her teeth peeking up at me and I swear to fucking God, I feel like I’m in heaven. She looks like a damn angel.

“Still think I’m a little girl?” She places her hands on my knees, pushing against them to stand up. Her nipples are hard, the peaks rising through the thin material of her top. No, I don’t think she’s a little girl at all anymore. Not at fucking all.

Chapter Six

~Summer~

He grabs his wine off the table and chugs it in two large gulps, setting the empty glass where it was. He turns his eyes to me, his voice hoarse when he speaks. “Your turn.”

I take a step back, the smug contentment I was just boasting swept away by those two small words. “Don’t you need to rest for a few minutes?”

He rises, tucking himself back into his jeans, fastening the button, then the buckle, his dark irises never leaving me. “Scared, little girl?” He takes another step, closing the distance between us, his fingers stroking down my cheek. “We can stop anytime you’d like.”

“Stop saying that.” Anger boiling up from my belly as I shove his hand away. “You know that’s not what I want.”

“Just making sure.” He doesn’t move, still crowding me as he lowers his gaze down my body and then back up. “The dress would have been better today.”

“I can’t seem to win with you.” My eyes narrow as I glare at him. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me, so you’re going to have to deal with this.”

“Get undressed.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

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