Page 72 of Tutoring Mr. Hotshot

At the door to the bedroom, he turns to me again. “You can always tell me you want to stop, little genius. Daddy may be the boss, but you’re really in charge.”

I lean up on my tiptoes and offer him my lips. He kisses me without pause, his mouth taking mine in a toe-curling kiss. I can feel how much he wants me, how much he wants this.

As we kiss, he opens the door behind him and leads us through without breaking us apart. It’s a skill I appreciate in the moment since I don’t want to be away from him for even a second.

Only once we’re beside the bed does he pull back. With heavy breaths, he directs me to do as he wants.

“Clothes off. Lay on your back. Spread for me.” His husky words have a shiver running up my spine.

When he steps away to pull his own clothing off, I rush to do the same. It’s not sexy, nor is it all that coordinated. Nevertheless, the heat in his eyes remains. There’s no denying how much he wants this.

As soon as we’re both naked, we fall into each other’s arms. His mouth trails down my neck as mine falls open on a sigh. Hands roam and squeeze. Breaths pick up.

Every inch of my body feels alive. I can’t focus on any one thing. It’s too all-encompassing.

“You feel so good,” he pants against my shoulder as his hands run down my thighs to grip my ass. He spreads me wide, groaning as he leans back to take me in.

I whine. “Daddyyyyy.”

“I know, little genius. Me too.”

How could he know? How can he fathom how badly I want him? The man is sex on legs. It’s a wonder I resist asking him to take me anytime we’re together. Today was supposed to be different. Being at my brother’s house was meant to be a deterrent.

So much for that.

My resolve didn’t last long at all.

“I need a taste.”

Daddy’s words draw me back to the moment. He drops to lie flat on the bed as his face practically nosedives into my ass. His tongue runs over my hole, tasting every inch of me in the single swipe.

I arch my back as pleasure rolls through me.“Umph!”

He ignores the noises I make as he takes what he wants. I’m spread wide, his grip on me unrelenting. I can’t deny how exposed I feel, yet I don’t hate it.

If this is how he wants me, who am I to argue? Especially when it feels so damn good.

The more I let go of my insecurities, the better everything feels. I close my eyes, letting Daddy take care of everything.

Call me a pillow prince, I guess. I won’t deny it’s nice to not have to do any work.

He preps me as he continues to work his magic tongue over me. Rather than limit his exploration to my ass, he trails his mouth over my balls one by one, then up to my cock. With his fingers buried in my ass and his lips around my crown, I can admit he’s mastered my body.

My orgasm crashes over me long before I’m ready. I’m nearly weeping as cum lands on Daddy’s tongue. He leaves his mouth open through the entire thing, giving me the perfect view of the debauchery.

“Fuuuuckkkkk,” I cry as the last of my release leaves me. “Daddy!”

He swallows before rising on the bed. “Your pleasure is a gift.”

My eyes water at the declaration. I can’t say that I ever imagined having someone so attuned to what makes me feel good. It’s an amazing thing to experience.

“Can Daddy have you now, little genius? I want more, but I won’t push if it’s too much.”

Rather than answer, I tug his shoulders until his mouth connects with mine. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

“I’m all yours. Take me. Use me.”

“No,” he replies quickly. “I won’t use you. I want you to feel good too.”

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