Page 19 of Take A Chance

“But...” I protested, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. I fell onto the chaise next to him on my knees.

“Now,” he said again, more sternly. “You do as your teacher tells you.”

Nervous but still highly aroused, I knew what he wanted. I crawled across him, straddling his shoulders, one knee planted on either side of his face. He pulled my hips down and pushed his tongue through my slit. His stubble scraped at my tender skin, still engorged and sensitive. His sucking and licking drew gasps from my lips.

“God... oh, God,” I panted, grabbing handfuls of his hair. He shook his head back and forth, tongue inside me, smearing my juices everywhere, and I nearly doubled over. He was relentless, eating me and pulling my hips downward. I had to let go of his hair and lean on the chaise’s headrest, bracing myself as I felt orgasm nearing again.

And he didn’t have to tell me what he wanted, either. I couldn’t contain the groans of pleasure. I had nothing but highest praise for the way he devoured me and drew me to the depths of ecstasy, holding me there, a willing victim.

“Yes... yes, Blake, that... like that.” I rocked my hips against his face, finding the perfect spot for his face to rub my clit as his tongue sank in and out of me. My pussy tightened, and climax came crashing into me hard. My legs shook violently. I thought I’d fall on him, but he gripped my thighs and held me up. His tongue searched me, drinking my fluids, and I screamed so loudly I felt sure I could have rattled the windows.

I squeezed the headrest so hard my fingers hurt. My head arched back, and my body spasmed. He had no clue what he was doing to my body and how amazing it felt. The way his tongue found the exact spot that needed to be touched and repeatedly pushed that button made every cell in my body explode with pleasurable sensations. And when I calmed, heaving and trying to catch my breath, he flicked his tongue across it over and over, making me twitch. It was erotic torture, and it was amazing.

“Good girl,” he said, face still buried between my legs. He sucked my clit, causing a yelp of shock and a groan of enjoyment. Then he squeezed his arms out from beneath me and pushed my hips, forcing me backward.

I had absolutely no energy left for anything, but I found myself straddling his hips, his hard dick slipping through my moisture. I rested for a moment, pushing hair out of my face as he wiped his face clean.

“One last lesson for today,” he cooed. His thumb pressed my clit, hand gripping my upper thigh. I hissed and clenched my teeth at the sensation. I was nearly raw, but even still, it felt good. “Lift up,” he ordered.

It took all my remaining energy to pull my knees closer to his body and lift my hips off his body. He held his cock erect and lined it up to my entrance, then slowly raised his hips as I settled around him. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. My body was already hypersensitive from his pleasuring, but his dick was able to push into me deeper than I’d ever felt. He pushed into my back wall like he wanted to go all the way through me, and I whimpered the second he started thrusting.

“You like it when I eat your hot little pussy?”

I ground against him, finding my second wind. My hips were tired, my thighs ready to give out, but I managed to muster the energy to continue. Bracing myself on his chest with palms splayed, I muttered, “God, yes, I love when you eat my pussy.”

“Are you glad I’m your teacher?”

“Ahh...”

His thumb circled my clit, teasing and tormenting me. “Say it.”

“Yes, I love your being my teacher.”

“You think I should let my cock fill you up? Make you swim in cum?”

I loved the way his voice got thick, gravelly. It sent shivers down my spine. “Yes, fill me up.” I had no idea what I was saying or why. I just wanted to come again.

He smacked my ass hard, and I groaned as his hands gripped me, squeezing as he pumped into me. I found it impossible to keep with his rhythm, and all I could do was kneel over him at his mercy, but God, did it feel incredible. I was so on edge that even when his hand left my clit, I was still climbing toward another orgasm.

“Say you like when I eat you.”

I panted, finding it difficult to catch my breath. “I like... when... you eat me.” I clawed at his ribs, urging him to help me finish again.

“Say it, but this time, say my name.”

It was like he needed me to say his name to get off or something, but I didn’t care. I took a few deep breaths and looked down at him. His eyes were open, locked on my face. Through my thick eyelashes, heavy with fatigue and lust, I met his gaze. “God, I love it when you eat my pussy. It feels incredible.”

I didn’t know what was so erotic about talking dirty with him, but it tipped me across the line. Another orgasm hit me, and this time there was no stopping the collapse. I fell across his chest and bit him hard. The convulsions were strong, but not too strong to distract me from the sensation of his heat flooding me. He growled against the top of my head, his hands still gripping my butt as his cock slid in and out of me.

It was a high better than any drug. I assumed, anyway, because I’d never done drugs, but I couldn’t imagine anything feeling this good. I lay across his chest, catching my breath, while his arms encircled me. He made me feel so relaxed and safe, kissing the top of my head as he pulled loose strands of hair out of my face. The movie still played on the screen, but both of us had lost all interest in watching it.

“Let’s go clean up and go to bed.” His soft words echoed my thoughts. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. What I didn’t expect, however, after cleaning myself up and putting my panties back on, was for him to lead me to his room.

I didn’t protest, but it felt incredibly wrong. As I lay there in his arms while he fell asleep, I ran every possible scenario through my head. This was going to end badly. He was my boss. I couldn’t fall in love with him, but tonight had set me up to do just that. He’d shown me a softer side of himself and the same naughty, aggressive beast who couldn’t get enough of me sexually.

Was it possible that something could develop between us and there could be something more? Or was I kidding myself? If Blake knew who I really was, where I’d come from, he wouldn’t want me as much. I knew it. He’d be intimidated, or just as scared as me. He’d push me away because Katelyn needed to be safe. I couldn’t put her in danger, either, which made me feel even worse for lying in his arms.

But sleep came, nonetheless. And with it, nightmares.

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