Page 44 of Good Girl's Bad Lessons

He motioned to sit up, but she slapped his chest, pushing him down. “What’s this?”

“This, my dear professor, is graduation.”

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Nico struggled to breathe—she stole the air from his lungs.

Now, seeing her like this, confident and glowing, belted a surge of pride through him. He’d done it—actually, she’d done it. He’d only helped her bring out her organic, alluring appeal she hadn’t known she possessed.

And now…now he’d screw her one last time.

He’d sensed her hesitation when he’d overheard her talking to Simon a few minutes earlier. Nico couldn’t be selfish and bind her to him when she had her romantic future all planned out with that lucky bastard. Which meant…he got to have her one last time.

She whipped off his pants and boxers, and soon a cold draft caressed his naked body. His internal temperature, though, only upped with each passing second. She darted out the tip of her tongue and licked her upper lip. Slowly, without taking her eyes off him.

“I wonder if this is one of those cases where the student outperforms the teacher,” he said, amused and aroused.

She removed her shirt, skirt, and shimmied out of her underwear, then dropped them to the floor. A sexy turquoise bra barely cupped her breasts. He lifted his hand to cop a feel, but she slapped his hand away and touched her tits herself.

“Cock tease,” he said. “You’ll pay for it later.”

“You’re paying for it now,” she said in a seductive, raspy voice.

Challenge flashed in her irresistible hazel eyes, and she reached for the back of her bra. Her pretty breasts—not too big, not too small, just perfect for his hands and mouth— spilled into view, and she made invisible patterns around her areolae, her pink peaks tightening.

A current of arousal traveled from top to bottom, and he shifted on the bed, restless. She straddled him, pinning him in place with the warmth seeping from between her legs. On his sides, he felt her sticky thighs hinting at how wet she was for him. His cock grew, his balls drawing tighter and fuller.

The tip of his dick poked her, but she managed to inch away just enough so he wouldn’t be able to tease her if he wanted.

And did he want to tease her…

She leaned down to kiss his neck, her hair spilling on him. The tips of her waves caressed him as she traced pecks down his chest, her tongue lapping at his taut nipple. The contact of her hair on his chest shot an electric current charged with heat through himt. He thrust his hand into her mane, touching it, massaging her scalp, and earning a loud, raspy moan.

She continued her torturing, her open-mouthed kisses heading south. He groaned and pulled her hair a bit, warning her with a little tug that she poked a wild animal. She raised her eyes to him for a moment and shot him a look full of mischief, adding another notch to his insane attraction.

She grinned, possibly aware of how much she affected him, and continued to trace her tongue all over him, until she made it to his aching, seriously hard cock.

She put it in her mouth, and a tremor rolled down his spine. He watched as she tried to fit all of him in her mouth, her lips closing around his flesh. His blood rushed to the tip, and he touched the back of her throat.

Yes, she had definitely learned a lot—how to drive him insane with desire.

She cupped his balls, and his groin stirred. “Emma,” he hissed out, unable to string many words together. She sucked him into and out of her mouth with no rush, her tongue teasing his underside veins, which expanded under her command. He tugged at her hair, silently pleading her to slow down. This last time, he wanted to be inside her pussy, to fill her with his jism one more time. One last time.

Moaning, she clutched his balls a bit tighter, and he growled. Perhaps sensing his hungry need for her, she gave his dick one more wet kiss, then pushed him back against the mattress and straddled him.

He shifted on the bed to make it easier for her, and she took him inside her. His rod pulsed in her soaking wet, tight pussy. She began moving, swaying her sexy hips from side to side, then rocking back and forth, riding his cock. He lifted his hands, unable to resist, and played with her tits, squeezing them together.

She threw her head back, and he seized the opportunity to sit upright without slipping out of her sex. Surprised, she parted her lips, and he pulled her hair, bringing her mouth to his in a scorching kiss. He gave her all of him, his tongue stroking hers into submission. She rocked on his dick and linked her arms around his neck.

Her inner muscles contracted, and a raw lust surged in his core. She grazed her teeth on his lips, and he moved to withdraw from her just enough to catch his breath, but she clutched him tighter and nipped his lip again, sucking on his bottom one until she released it with a pop.

This madness had to stop.

He outmaneuvered her and flipped her onto the mattress, covering her with his body. She gasped, her hazel eyes darkening to a matte brown. If he couldn’t control his desire for her, he had to at least control her. One last time.

She wrapped her legs around his ass, and he retreated his cock midway. She squirmed, protesting, scratching his shoulder blades with her fingernails. When he plunged into her kitty, they moaned in unison.

For the next few minutes, he continued the dirty dance, kissing her languidly, and claiming her assertively. She arched toward him, whispering his name, nipping his jaw.

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