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She sits up, and I look up at my student.
Storm moves ever so slightly, and I know this student will need homework. As she looks down at me, she squeezes one of her nipples.
I growl.
I awakein my bed as the sun rises, and I feel a body close. I open my eyes, and look around. Storm and I are spooning.
I can’t ever remember spooning, and I flinch.
After telling myself to grow the hell up and evolve, I lay there. It soon feels better than good, and the touch of another calms me.
Storm and I are still holding hands. I do not move, and I process it, trying to work out what to think.
About us.
I stay like that for thirty minutes or so, and I think about the amazing night. I cannot believe what we did, and I cannot believe the savage fucking she took.
And took without saying “slower,” “careful,” or anything else. She of all people, was demanding I take things further.
She is just lucky I didn’t go all the way.
As I smile, I suddenly remember her lips around my cock.
We’d taken a break, in the middle of the night, and we had walked naked to the kitchen for juices. It must have been around three. As I reached around in the refrigerator, I felt a hand on my naked shaft.
I stood to enjoy it, before I realized lips were around my cock and my crown was being sucked hard. As I felt hands around my butt, I purred her name and held her in place with a hand. As Storm sucked me, and fisted my cock, I fisted her hair and groaned.
Finally, she patted the kitchen island, and she pulled back. “Up.”
I did as I was told, and I was commanded to lay back.
As I did, the hot vixen sucked and pumped my cock hard.
While her eyes tracked mine, I called out her name and came inside her sinful lips.
The best blow job I’ve ever had then slowed, and Storm looked up while licking my cum off her lips, and fingers.
Instead of asking how she had done, the crazy young thing put her hands on her hips and raised a brow.
As I held my cock, I growled low, “back in the bedroom. Now!”
Storm stirs in my arms,and she finally awakens, and stretches. After turning into my arms, she lays on my chest. Inches away, we talk, and we laugh about the evening. We are both a little slow, and we are both clearly used up. We also have a few bruises, bite marks and scuffs on our bodies.
I am however, completely satiated.
As we talk, Storm calls me bossy. She may not be wrong. I’d commanded her to come at times, and other times, I’d commanded her to not come.
Yet.
I’d also commanded her to do filthy things,perfect things.
I remember back, and I think of her taste. I keep recalling images of her wild eyes, and images of her gasping, panting, coming, and me being inside her, in almost every way.
I then remember us coming together.While screwing in a chair, with Storm riding me.I ask her if she remembers that, and she is silent. Suddenly she does, and she gasps. “Oh God, yes. That orgasm was so long, I was sure I’d forgotten my name.”
We laugh, and I shake my head at the madness. The weirdest thing is, it feels so natural.
We feel so natural.
