Page 77 of Teacher of the Year

I push myself up and move a hand to Olan’s cock. He’s rock hard and if he comes this way, it will tear at his seams in all the best ways. He twitches with my first stroke, so I start slowly and only speed up to match my cadence once he’s settled.

“You like that?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah. Keep doing that. A little faster, please.”

“So fucking polite, I want to bite you again.”

I’m elated he’s asking for what he wants. I suck on my left thumb, getting it nice and slippery, and tease his nipple. Some spit on my right palm before returning to his shaft, and everything speeds up. The bed rocks back and forth in time with us, and I turn to kiss his glistening shin resting on my shoulder.

Olan starts to softly whimper and the spellbound look on his face tells me he’s close.

“Please, don’t stop, please, please,” he begs.

I move my hand and hips quicker, and he lets out a gasp, “Oh, Marvin, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” and he explodes, his breathtaking cock shooting thick ribbons all over my hand, making the movement even more slick.

He pulls me close and grabs my head, fingers entwined in curls, hot breath in my ear.

“I’m almost there, but I need a minute,” I say, pulling out and taking a short respite.

“Come inside me.” His words prickle my ear.

“Are you sure?”

I pull my face up, wanting to see him.

“Marv, get back in there,” he says, turning over, lifting his leg slightly, his delectable ass an invitation.

Again, he’s taking control and it sends me over the moon. I lean down and kiss his right cheek. His ass, so round, so fucking delectable. I want to bite it. Softly, I take a nibble.

“Okay, Mr. Block. Now let’s have you fuck me until you come.”

Having him talk to me this way makes my cock surge and I move into position behind him. At the moment of reentry, pleasure overtakes me. His head thrown back, my eyes dart between the euphoric expression on his face and the sight of my dick sliding in and out of him.

I use my left hand to lift his leg, sliding my palm up and down the underside of his thick thigh. Finally, my hand descends and feels my dick fervently fucking his gorgeous hole.

“It’s not going to take long,” I groan, feeling my orgasm rising like a thermometer in the scorching July sun. Those final thrusts liberate not only my ejaculation but something deep inside me. A brick falls from the wall I’ve carefully constructed to keep myself safe. Now to blast the entire thing to bits. I bury my face in his neck, and my body quakes with blissful release.

“Oh, fuck, Olan. Fuck, you, you, you’re so fucking, you.”

My arm wrapped around his chest, clutching him close, we lie, small aftershocks making my body tremble against his back. My heart begins to slow with deep breaths, and in this vulnerable, delicate moment, because I’m me, I start chuckling.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asks, turning over to face me.

“Oh my god, no, no. Sometimes, after, I giggle. I can’t explain it.”

“It’s probably the release.”

His face is flat and serious and once more the urge to bite him surges in my belly.

“You are such a dork.”

My mouth falls on his, still laughing. Exhilarated and numb, we lie on the bed sweaty and sticky, and serenity washes over me. I close my eyes and make a quick wish to stay this way forever.

“You okay?” I ask.

“No. I’m better than okay. I’m spectacular. That was… so different. So much better.”

“Better than what?” I ask.

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