Page 32 of Key Of Dreams

He changes the topic. “So, tell me what I did for this Calvin kid. We got sidetracked last night.”

I tell him how Calvin approached me after class and the vibe I got that stuff wasn’t right at home. “I think he plays the jerk to either get attention or to ward people off. But he’s a very smart kid. I know he is, and so is Josh. When I handed him the book and asked him to try again, he took it. Oh, I won’t get my hopes up, but if he comes in with his paper finished, whether it’s great or terrible, it’s an accomplishment. He rarely hands anything in.”

“If he doesn’t hand anything in, how do you know he’s smart?”

I’ve given two quizzes, and he’s aced them both. It’s too early in the curriculum to give a full test, but the average is a B- for the rest of the class. But both Calvin and Josh getAs,” I say.

“Maybe the boys are cheating.”

“I thought of that, but the quiz isn’t written down anywhere. I put the question on the board at the start of it, and they have a limited amount of time to complete it. I even give open-book quizzes, and Calvin and Josh never open their textbook. When those boys saw you, it was like a light went off in their heads. There’s a spark. Maybe it’s because you were straight with them, or just because you are who you are, but they wanted to know more. I told them that your story wasn’t mine to tell, and as you promised, if they earned it, you’d be back.”

“Keep me in the loop. I keep my promises,” he replies. “Eat up, baby. I’ve got plans before you go to work.” I can hear the teasing in his tone. I’m not sure what his plans are, but I bite into a slice of crispy bacon and enjoy the rest of his delicious meal.

After breakfast, I begin to clear the dishes, but Bull puts a stop to that. When I reach for his empty plate, I land on his lap.

“I have to go to work,” I remind him. He looks at his watch, then lifts a brow with a sexy grin.

“You have twelve and a half minutes before I have to let you go, and I intend to use every second of it,” he says. I hook my legs around his waist as Bull takes us over to the couch. He pulls the sash that holds the edges of my robe together and yanks on the sleeves to remove it completely. Before we even hit the couch, I’m completely naked and straddling his thick thighs as he sits with me on his lap.

His hands encircle my waist and lift me onto my knees, his mouth closing over my nipple as he laves it with his hot tongue. Automatically, my fingers thread into his hair, and wetness pools between my thighs.

“Baby,” I breathe. He moves his attention to my other breast, while one hand slides teasingly between my legs. I ride his fingers, edging closer to the precipice of my orgasm, only for his fingers to disappear whenever I get close.

I think it’s time to do a little teasing of my own. I untangle myself from his arms and slide down his body to land on the rug on my knees. I reach for the zipper on his jeans. I meet his gaze and slowly pull down the zipper. Bull doesn’t say a word, but a bead of perspiration lines his forehead, his jaw clenching tightly. I reach inside, wrap my fist around his thick, engorged cock, and take it out. My tongue darts out, and I lick the tip of his clock, then run it over his sensitive slit. I can feel his stomach muscles contract and see his eyes close as I circle the tip of his cock with my tongue.

“Fuck me, baby. That feels so good,” he moans. His sexy sounds urge me to close my mouth around his cock and take him deeper. I taste the tangy saltiness of precum, then Bull groans with desire. He allows me to explore his body with my hands. I run my fingers under his shirt, tracing over his defined abs, then down over his thighs, dragging my fingertips over the denim of his jeans. I cradle his balls, and I’m rewarded with another moan that turns into a roar when I bob up and down, taking in as much of his cock as I can.

I love to hear Bull’s sexy groans. Suddenly, I’m on my back and my legs are spread apart, his hands around my ankles, holding me wide open. Bull looks me in the eye and says, “Tomorrow, you finish what you started, but we only have three minutes left, and I have the need to pound my cock into your tight pussy.” His words are crude and rough, and I desperately want him inside me.

“Please, Conall, give it to me.” I don’t have to ask twice, because with one hard thrust, he’s inside my pussy. It aches so good, I beg him not to stop. He reaches between us to play with my clit, driving me toward my climax as he fucks me hard and fast. My orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer, my body racked with tremors of pleasure. Bull continues to thrust at a frantic pace, until he’s rooted deep inside my pussy, moaning his own release.

He feels so good, and I don’t want to move. I’m not even sure I can. My legs feel like jelly. His lips roam over my skin, his beard rasps softly over my flesh, and I want more of him. I’ve become insatiable. A soft mewl of satisfaction leaves my throat, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Maya, if I don’t let you go, you’re definitely going to be late for work. You may even miss the whole day,” Bull says, his growly voice next to my ear.

I sigh. “It might be worth it.”

He chuckles and moves away, carefully pulling out of me. He’s still hard. How can he be when he just came? “Keep looking at my dick like that, and we’re both going to be AWOL for the next week,” he threatens.

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “You have to catch bad guys, and I have to motivate our youth not to become bad guys.”

He tugs me up to my feet and pulls me tight against his chest, kissing me softly. His forehead touches mine. “Yeah, baby, keep on doing what you’re doing. Good teachers make a difference.”

“So do you,” I whisper. “Now, let me go before I decide that a week on KP for going AWOL is worth it,” I tease.

He kisses me hard and fast once more, then lets me go to get ready for another day. Bull insists on walking me to my car, only after he’s finished the dishes and checking on Gertie to make sure all is well.

He’s my dream man. Good and kind to the core. His rough exterior is his shield. It’s his way of protecting himself. With me, he lets down his guard, and I swear, I’ll never do anything to hurt him because I love him. I want to tell him, but I’m afraid it’ll freak him out.

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Bull

With Maya safely on her way to work, I go back to have a chat with Phoenix. I can tell he’s still here because his truck is in his parking spot.

“Hey, what’s up? Want some coffee?” he asks when he opens the door. He moves to make room for me to come in.

“Nah, I’ve had mine. I checked on Gertie. She seems okay, but we need to get that carpet replaced.”

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