Page 50 of Student Seduction
“Sit down, sweetheart,” I commanded. “Like a good girl.”
Her body arched backward as she lowered herself slowly onto my shaft.
“Fucking Christ,” I bit out. “You’re so damn tight.”
Her pussy clenched as if thanking me for the compliment.
My mouth met hers as she began to move above me. It was going to take nerves of fucking steel not to explode inside her.
Condom.
It hit me as an afterthought.
We’d done this once before, her first time. But I’d been caught off guard in the middle of the night. This time I had no excuse.
It was too late now. She was lost in her pleasure and I was close behind. I’d have to pull out when the time came.
I gripped her hips and slowed her pace a little, brining her down fully on me so I could hit her G-spot at the perfect angle.
She made beautiful music, moaning and whimpering and breathing hard. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of our bodies as we climbed the mountain of pleasure together.
I took her breasts in my mouth every chance I got, using my hands to alternate squeezing her hips and her ass cheeks.
“I’m going to come,” she cried out, slamming down on my cock and staying there, only moving just enough to rub her swollen clit against me.
“Come, sweet girl. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
Her body seized, clamping down on me and tightening until I couldn’t breathe.
My own release caught me by surprise, a response to her aggressive milking cunt.
“Fuck, Emersyn. Fuck,” I said urgently. “I have to pull out. I’m about to come inside you, baby.”
She pressed her hips down harder. “On the pill. Went on it after the last time we were together,” she breathed. “Come, Aiden.”
On her command, my body let go without my permission.
Liquid fire from my cock filled her in a white hot burst. Maybe she was still coming or maybe my release had provoked another orgasm, I didn’t know, but her body was relentless. Squeezing me like a pumping fist over and over, pulling every drop of ecstasy from me.
When it was over, she laid on my chest, damp and drained.
I stroked her hair, wishing like hell we were in my bed and never had to leave.
“This is what I needed,” she said softly in the darkened interior of my Jeep. “After what happened at school, I needed this.”
“Aftercare,” I mumbled against her forehead. “You needed me to hold you and tell you what a good job you did and how much I appreciated it.”
She nodded silently.
“I’ll make a note of it, baby. I’ll make sure we always make time for it after.”
The brazen wanton woman who’d just rode my cock like a prized pony was now a vulnerable little girl curled up in my lap.
It was me who now felt dirty and ashamed. Like the pervy teacher seducing his student into doing dirty things. But like her, I didn’t feel guilty enough to stop.
