Page 79 of Toy for the Teachers (Forbidden Fantasies)

I felt like her puppet as she pulled back the fabric and let my jeans drop to the floor. Taken by her, I didn’t know why I had wasted so much time worrying. Pulling her into my bed was like bringing heaven into my bedroom. Our bodies brushed together as our lips met again. Our legs twisted together on the bed, and I realized what I wanted more than anything.

“I want to taste you again,” I declared between panting breaths.

“But I wanted a taste of you, baby,” she purred.

“Well, call me crazy, but I think somebody invented a position for predicaments like ours?”

Millie giggled. “Oh, you love to tease, don’t you?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t sit that pretty little ass of yours on my face and find out?”

“Just be careful what you wish for,” she taunted me back.

Still, Millie obliged me. Her body shifted around so that her legs straddled my face, and her hand was able to wrap around my growing length. With my eyes shut tight, I dove into slick folds, relishing the taste I’d greatly missed. I could hear how Millie moaned above me, but everything changed with those sounds of pleasure becoming vibrations against my tip.

I shuddered as she enveloped me with her mouth. A groan rumbled deep within me. I felt her head bob slowly up and down, yet it only pushed me deeper into her. I couldn’t give up. Everything about the moment began to feel like a game of seeing who could be the bigger tease. We both wanted to see who could get the other to the finish line faster, but as much as I wanted to feel her climax course through me, I longed to keep Millie just as she was.

No question, I could have lived between her legs for the rest of my damn life.

It was only when trembles of pleasure rippled through Millie that my body began to want more. I could feel how her hips were rocking, begging for something to grind against. I was more than ready to fill that carnal need. Dripping in desire, my hardened member was primed and desperate to be claimed by Millie Jackson.

“I want you,” I declared, my voice ragged with desperate need.

Millie stopped sucking, but her hand lingered. “How, baby?”

My hands running over her thighs, I readily answered, “I want you underneath me. I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

“If that will make you happy,” she agreed too sweetly.

Caleb called her his angel, but there would never have been such sin in an angel’s eyes. Millie was a vixen for me, a dangerous creature, and I liked it that way. I adored how she unfolded before me, how her curls spread like a crown over her head, and how her dreamy dark eyes sparked wickedly.

“Are you ready to be ruined?” I growled in her ear.

Her lips met mine, and I could feel my aching member already brushing against her entrance. We both knew what we craved, but we couldn’t surrender. It was too much fun, taunting her like this.

“As long as you’re ready to be ruined for other women,” she bantered back.

I laughed. “Oh, what a confident minx you are.”

“Trust me, baby. I have every right to be.”

I didn’t doubt her. Her self-assured grace was clear in every glance and gesture. I’d seen it the very first night we met, and it was what I loved about her more than anything else.

Tiny waists and polished faces could be bought, but Millie’s brand confidence could not. It was earned. True to herself and her inner nature, Millie never hid herself or felt ashamed of who she was. Though she had hips for days and a smile that could break hearts, that innate confidence was absolutely the most attractive piece of Millie Jackson.

It even showed as I rocked against her. Millie let instinct take over, her hips rising to meet every thrust. Her hands anchored themselves against my shoulders, and eyes wide open, I felt us both rising higher to a climax. I groaned against the feeling, not ready to let go.

“Shit, baby,” Millie whimpered under me. “I-I’m…”

She was losing her words, losing her sense of reality. With her mouth gasping and her eyes locked with mine, Millie fell apart in a shuddering release. It quaked into me, and I had to let go. I couldn’t do anything but collapse against her and let our lips meet again in lazy, breathless kisses.

“Don’t let me go,” she breathed.

“I can’t,” I swore to her.

Millie was right. I was officially ruined for other women. As we got ready for bed and found ourselves lying naked together, I couldn’t picture any other female at the center of my fantasies. Her eyes were always there. Even as I dreamed that night, she found me with her sweet touch and playful words. It felt too good when Millie opened her eyes again for me that next morning.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted me with a sleepy smile and dry voice.

“How do you feel?” I had to know.

I was already obsessed with her pleasure, already brushing back her hair and pulling up the comforter over her bare shoulders.

“I’m amazing,” she assured me, “but I would be even better if we stayed here a little longer.”

“Don’t you worry. I’m fine staying here all day.”

Millie nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck, and I felt her kiss press gently against my jaw. I knew I could have every minute of every with her. As much as I craved it, her time didn’t wholly belong to me, but I could learn. I knew I could grow to appreciate the benefits of this relationship and the promise it offered.

One weekend with Millie was good enough to last a man his entire lifetime. If I was getting a lifetime of nights like this… I was excited to see what would become of me. This gorgeous creature was undoubtedly going to make a complete mess, and I was looking forward to it.

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