Page 38 of Tempting Teacher

“Are you alright?” I huff out, my body lying over hers, as I try to recover some form of sanity. My mind is fucking blown. I’ve never been bare in a woman, let alone come in one. It feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

It was like sliding into silk, soft and warm, and God, she was so damn tight. I want to fuck her again and again. Although, I’m not quite sure how she feels about that at the moment. Especially after what I just did to her.

“Perfect.” She murmurs under me. “Although, breathing is starting to get a bit difficult with you on top of me.”

I don’t want to remove my dick from the most divine place it’s ever been, but hate the thought of Summer being uncomfortable even more. I push myself up, hovering over her long enough to crush her mouth to mine, then slowly slide out of heaven. I watch as my cum leaks out of her, and my cock instantly gets hard again. I’ve branded her as mine, with my seeds of life, something so foreign and primal to me, and also the biggest fucking turn-on.

“Stay there one second while I get something to wipe you.” I hold a finger up as I shove my pants off the rest of the way, then stride to the kitchen. I find a towel in one of the drawers and bring it over to her. I wipe gently, knowing I was the exact opposite with her a few minutes ago. As if it’s even possible, my dick gets harder. I glance up to find her staring as my length bobs against my navel, her lower lip stuck between her teeth again.

“I can give you something to put in that mouth if you want?” I suggest, not kidding in the least.

“How are you still hard after that?” Her cheeks flush a beautiful shade of pink as her eyes dart from my waist to my face.

“This is what you fucking do to me.” I toss the towel onto the floor, then tug her upright, cupping her face with my hands. “It’s what you’ve been doing to me for the last three months.”

“Sorry?” She lift her shoulders and grins, her cheeks lifting under my palms. My attention falls to her bruise again, and I feather my thumb over it.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only when I smile.” She confesses.

“What can I do for you?” I ask, wanting to take care of her. Wanting to do anything that makes her feel better.

“You’re already doing it.” She tilts forward and kisses me. It’s warm and sweet, and I hum in appreciation when she pulls away. “I do have to go to the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?”

“Of course.” I help her off the table, watching as she slides her panties back on, a salacious grin on my face. “I’m just going to take those off of you again.”

“I hope so.” She flashes a coy smile.

“I’ve created a monster.” I cock my head as I appraise her.

“Your worst nightmare.” She jests as she follows where I lead.

“My absolute best dream.” I counter, twirling around to trap her against the nearest wall, my hard length pressing into her. “And I never want to wake up.”

“Alexander.” She breathes my name on an exhale. I can feel her pulse racing under my grip.

“Summer.” I whisper back as I stare into her wide eyes, the blue so clear I can see myself reflecting in them. Does she see what I see? Because I think I might be falling in love with her. And instead of scaring the shit out of me, it makes me feel better than I ever have. I kiss her. Softly this time, my lips feathering over hers, our breath becoming one as we fuse together.

After a moment, I pull away, dropping her hands as I move back. I take a step through the doorway of the bedroom I usually stay in. “The bathroom’s right through there.”

“That thing is going to be classified as a dangerous weapon.” She points to my dick, still hard. Still throbbing. “It leaked onto my dress.” She frowns as she glances down at the wet stain on the fabric in the middle of her stomach.

“Guess you’re just going to have to take it off.” I shrug, mocking disappointment.

“I see what you’re doing there.” She giggles, walking past me towards the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her after she enters, wanting some privacy, or maybe to make sure I don’t follow her in there. Either way, I don’t blame her.

I decide I should probably try and act a little less like a love-struck teenager having sex for the first time, and open one of the dresser drawers to grab a pair of shorts. I slide them on, shoving my softening dick down, then walk over to the large plate-glass windows that look out over the back lawn and the ocean beyond. It’s a gorgeous day and I wonder if I should take Summer for a walk down to the beach to see how warm the water is.

“You got dressed.” Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I spin around, my eyes popping wide.

“You got undressed.” My voice husky as I prowl in her direction.

“My dress was dirty.” She shrugs, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth again. I stop in front of her, my brow furrowing when I notice the angry bruise on her side.

“I’m going to kill that mother-fucker.” I growl under my breath, brushing my fingers as lightly as possible over her marred skin.

“I’m fine.” She places a hand flat on my chest and shoves me back until my legs hit the bed. Then she shoves with both hands, my ass landing on the comforter.

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