Page 15 of Pleasure Lessons

That’s it. I lose all control. I grab her face and pull her lips to mine, kissing her like a desperate man whose life depends on her touch. I slide my hands beneath her, grabbing her by her perfect little ass, and pull her across the threshold and into my apartment, kicking the door closed behind her.

My cock swells like it’s about to burst as our tongues dance passionately across each other. I carry her into my room and lay her down on the bed beneath me. Her crop-top lifts slightly, exposing the teardrop curves of her breasts.

“This is your last chance,” I tell her, my voice tense with restraint.

“My last chance for what?”

“Your last chance to leave.”

She answers immediately. “I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you make me.”

A groan rises up from my stomach, and I reach for the waistband of her pajamas, pulling them down over her hips. She lifts her butt off the bed, helping me tug them down to her ankles, then kicks them off. She’s wearing just a tiny little red thong–alacethong that is nearly see-through. And even from here, I can see the line of her little virgin pussy. And I can see that she’s perfectly bare.

“You shaved,” I say.

Her voice quivers as she replies. “Isn’t that what men want?”

I smile, brushing her hair from her face. “Every man has different tastes, Cassandra.”

Her eyes search my face, as though trying to decipher what I just said. “I did it for…him. I thought he’d like it.” My body goes tense. Massive adrenaline dump. “I’ve been told it’s my job to please him, so…”

I nod, cutting her off. “Yeah, yeah. I understand. You want to please your husband. I get it.”

“He’s not my husband yet,” she replies, a coy little tone to her voice. My eyes meet hers, and I see something there–something teasing at me. Pulling at me. “But, Rhett…will you teach me?”

My heart is nearly pounding through my chest as the words fight to escape my mouth. “Teach you…how to…please him?”

Just the suggestion makes me want to tear the world apart, but the way she’s looking up at me, through those long lashes, her face so innocent and sweet, I know there’s no possible way I can resist.

“Yes,” I say. “Of course I will teach you.”

Shealmostsmiles, but her lips do something different. They almost hide from me, like she’s embarrassed–or afraid. Which makes sense, considering her lack of experience. And as I runmy hands across her body, my whole body goes on fire with the thought that no other man has ever touched her like this.

“First, you have to let him strip you down,” I tell her, taking the hem of her crop-top. “Let him feel like he’s in control as he undresses you. He’ll like that.”

He.

Me.

Her eyes twinkle, and she raises her arms above her head, helping me pull off her shirt. Her breasts rebound and sway with perfection, two hard pink nipples just begging for my lips. My cock throbs at the sight. She’s perfect. High and tight, perfectly plump tits, with an hourglass shape to die for.

I might actually die taking her.

“That’s the first rule of pleasing a man. Give him everything he wants.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“And this,” I tell her, hooking a thumb into the strap of her thong. She shifts her hips, letting me strip her bare. Her tiny little slit glistens with arousal. My heart is pounding with desire. I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous in my life.

She shifts slightly, moving her thigh to cover herself, but I stop her. “No, angel. A man loves to look. Let him.”

Again, she nods, blushing like a ripe apple. Then she relaxes, putting her beauty on full display. I drag the back of my middle finger up her tummy, then take her by the wrists and sit her up in front of me.

“A man also likes it when you undress him,” I tell her. “Make him feel wanted too. Understand?”

“Yes,” she whispers, taking my shirt by the hem and lifting. I’m a sweaty mess from the run and the heat of the day, so the fabric clings to my abs and shoulders, but she manages to get it off without too much trouble.

Her eyes move to the cuts in my muscles. She tries to hide it, but I see, and all it does is amp up my already desperate desire.

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