Page 44 of Mr. Infuriating

“That’s it, dirty girl. Take that cock.”

I felt my balls draw up, and I grunted as my grip on her hair tightened while I directed her head up and down until I knew I was past the point of no return.

“I’m going to come, baby.”

I loosened my hold on her hair in the event she was a spitter and not a swallower.

Gretchen didn’t let up, and loudly slurped my shaft as she simultaneously jerked me off.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Are you ready for it, dirty girl?” I thrust up harder. “Here it comes. Take it.”

I let out a long grunt before exploding in her mouth, roaring, “Fuuuuck yes,” as I emptied myself into her throat. I knew there wasn’t a lot, since I’d drained my balls three times last night and there hadn’t been enough time to refill mytank, so to speak.

But still, the sexy teacher let a little dribble out the side of her mouth and down her chin to drip onto her luscious tits. That sight was going into my spank bank.

I reluctantly closed my eyes and tipped my head against the slate tiles as I tried to find my breath.

When my breathing finally slowed, I looked back down at her. She hadn’t rinsed my cum off her, and I swiped my thumb along the side of her mouth, whispering, “A fucking goddess.”

She turned her face into my hand with a contented smile, and in that moment, I knew there was no way I was going to be satisfied with just one night with her.

Now I just needed to convince her to see me again.

That might be hard to do, considering my company was probably going to sue her.

Chapter Seventeen

Gretchen

“Should we go out for breakfast?” Gabe asked as we toweled off in the bathroom.

I blinked at him. “You want to go to breakfast?”

I was surprised he wasn’t ready to part ways with me by now. I wasn’t well-versed on one-night stand etiquette, but I’d kind of envisioned him getting dressed and being in a hurry to leave now that we’d had our morning fun.

“I told you that last night, sweetheart.”

That’s true, he had.

“I guess I just thought…”

His eyebrows shot to his hairline. “That I was handing you a line?”

With a shrug, I admitted, “I mean, kind of?”

He tucked his towel around his waist and reached for me. I willingly leaned against his damp chest when he put his arms around me.

“Not a line. I really want to have pancakes with you.”

That made me burst out laughing, and I pulled back to examine his handsome face.

“You strike me more as a bacon and eggs kind of guy.”

“Who says it can’t be both?”

“No one, I guess. But don’t you have Brayden’s lacrosse tournament?”

“That’s not until this afternoon. I’m all yours this morning.” He paused before sputtering, “I mean, if you’reavailable. I guess I’m being rather presumptuous that you don’t have plans.”

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