Page 43 of Lesson Learned

His ridiculous assessment makes me giggle, then I gasp as he draws his knuckle along the same path, harder again, my thighs trying to clench, the muscles tightening but not getting anywhere, still spread wide across his legs.

“You want more of this?” he asks in a melodic voice. “Or should I unbutton your blouse, play with your gorgeous tits?”

“Yes,” I whisper, wanting both.

He chuckles deep in his throat, an echo of the sound rumbling through my core.

His fingers work at my tiny buttons, so big in comparison, so thick, the veins on the back of his hands popping out just like they’d jut from the side of his cock. A sight that turns up the burners on my arousal.

When he slips his hands inside the material, touching my bare skin, raising an army of gooseflesh, a hum sounds. It takes long moments to recognise it comes from me.

He releases the catch on my bra, lifting it up as he takes my breasts in his hands, caressing them, squeezing them, bending his head to take one hardening nipple into his soft wet warm mouth, then the other.

And his hand goes between my legs again as he sucks hard, then swaps his tongue for his teeth halfway through, the threat of pain ratcheting up my excitement. As the heel of his palm hits firmly against my clit, I rock towards him, my thighs trying to squeeze together again.

“Apart,” he whispers, and I force my leg muscles to relax, immediately rewarded as his thick fingers move my underwear to the side to probe deeper, easily slipping inside me, making the scrap of fabric even wetter.

He breaches my entrance, curling his top knuckle as he draws the digit back, straightening to plunge deeper, then curling again, hitting at a patch inside me that makes my toes twitch and my knees tremble, finally clamping tight around his probing fingers, drawing them deeper as I fall between his legs. The sharp nip of his teeth is a rebuke that sends a heavenly bolt of pain from my nipple to between my clenching thighs.

When I can’t force them apart again for love nor money, he lets go of my tit to growl in my ear. “Are you trying to direct operations? Because I might take issue with that.”

I concentrate hard, fighting to release him, then immediately clench again as he repeats the motion. “I can’t help it.”

His low chuckle does something devilish to my insides. “Shall I give you orders? Would you respond better to that?”

My breaths are shallow. I take half a minute to ask, “Order me to do what?”

“Spread your legs again. Wide as you can.”

He helps me with one side, and I replicate the effort on the other, feeling more exposed with every second, needing more from him than he’s giving me.

“And now you have to stay like that while I play with you. Do you understand?”

I whimper and he laughs. “That’s not an answer.”

It takes three goes before I whisper, “I understand.”

“Open your mouth.”

It sags open at his order without me having to think about it, and he slips his middle finger inside, pressing his thumb against my chin and waggling my head when I close my lips and suck. “No getting ahead of me. Keep it open. Let all that gorgeous saliva pool in your mouth. Let it get as wet as your pretty cunt.”

I try to obey, some dark urge making me desperate to please him. My throat works, attempting to swallow and I fight against it until my eyes water. My lips keep trying to close around the solitary invader.

“That’s my girl. That’s my obedient little angel.” The arm on my back shifts, stroking me like I’m a lazy kitty-cat slumbering before a fire. “Lick my finger. Get it nice and soaking wet for me.”

I follow his instruction, and he withdraws it, giving my chin a little bump as a goodbye, then he inserts it into my underwear, rubbing against my slit until it slips into my folds, wet inside and out.

“That’s it, baby. Keep those legs spread wide for me.”

His fingertip glides over and around my clit, the stimulation almost unbearable with my throbbing nerves. Then he moves, slipping, sliding along until he’s plunging it inside me again, deeper and deeper, twisting his wrist to find an angle allowing full penetration.

“Kiss me.”

He lets go of my hands so I can grab his face between them and press my lips to his, opening my mouth wide to let him explore me however he wants, riding his finger, bucking against his palm while his tongue plunges into my mouth, making me imagine what it would be like if he was sucking, nibbling, licking along my pussy.

My fingers steal fistfuls of his hair, using them like levers to adjust his position to better aid my enjoyment, until I have to break away from him, lungs straining to gulp in air.

“You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you?” The arm around my back disappears as he pushes me back, pulling down my bra, mouth fastening onto my right nipple, rolling his tongue against it until it’s hard as a diamond.

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