Page 89 of The Lessons

“Should I keep it on?” I asked innocently.

He leaned into my ear and whispered gruffly. “Not a chance.”

All the blood left my head as he tugged the straps off my shoulders and then slid the back zipper down. The length of his cock pressed against me, and I could feel the moisture pool between my legs. The sensation reminded me of all the dirty thoughts I’d had in my head since our last meeting. Suddenly I realized: I didn’t want a lesson today. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard.

I turned around and caught his eyes as my hands went directly to his waist, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. As soon as they were undone, I pushed them down, along with his boxers, freeing him.

I looked up at him and smiled. It was a bold move. Especially for me.

“Eager to get started?” he asked.

“Don’t play coy with me, Andrews. I want you to show me what this thing can do.” I gripped his cock with my hand and gave it a pump. I was sex drunk. I had to be. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind.

“Why, Ms. Reese, I’d be happy to. But first?” He reached and yanked down my dress, causing it to pool around my ankles. “Much better.”

He walked me backwards to the bed and slowly lowered us onto it before slipping one hand down the front of my panties.

“Jesus, Natalie, you’re so wet.” He groaned quietly before leaning in and putting his mouth on my neck. “Do you know how fucking hot that is? I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

His words practically made me come right there. Dirty talk? Yeah, apparently I was okay with it.

He reached down, unhooked my bra, and tossed it to the side. As he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, I closed my eyes and lay back, lost in the sensation. Then he left me, and I heard the rip of a foil packet.

He was back in less than a moment. Hooking his thumbs around my panties, he tugged them off. As he climbed on top of me, we locked eyes, both of us knowing what was next. Since I finally knew what was going to come, I was ready?more than ready?for it. I started to open my legs to him, but he shook his head.

“I want to show you something new,” he whispered as he bent down to kiss me on the neck.

New? I had just started having sex last week. It was all new. Couldn’t I just—?

In one slow and smooth motion, he backed up, picked me up, turned me over, and parted my legs so that I was positioned on top of him.

Oh. Okay. This was a good view, too. I pressed against him, keen to relieve the ache between my legs.

“I want you to lower yourself onto me,” he said calmly. My mind was spinning—how was he suddenly so composed? So controlled?

I looked down at his cock. It was truly ridiculously huge. I still couldn’t fathom how I’d made that fit into me last week.

“It will fit,” he said, reading my mind.

“I don’t—”

“Trust me. Just go slowly. Your body will adjust.”

I pressed my lips together and nodded. Bracing myself against his arms, I lifted and slowly angled myself until I found my opening. I pressed the head of his cock against it, and I was so wet, I slipped onto him easily. I glanced back at Ryan.

His eyes were open, staring at me. I lowered myself a little further, and his eyes started to roll back into his head as he groaned. “Fuck, Natalie, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

I stopped cold. “That’s good, right?”

“Yes, Natalie, it’s fucking amazing. Keep going.”

I took a deep breath and slowly started to lower myself further. I felt full, almost too full.

“Lean back.”

I nodded and followed my teacher’s instructions. That did it. My body opened up and allowed me to sink all the way onto him.

“Oh, fuck,” Ryan groaned below me.

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