Page 11 of Teaching Ms. Tingle

“Fuck, kitten. Keeping talking that way I won’t be able to stay a good boy tonight. God, you feel so good. Last time we were here, you were thinking about me, yeah? Tell me what you were thinking.”

“Yes. I was…I was thinking it was like tonight. Sitting together,” I tug his hair, both of us pulling back to look at one another. “Your hand on my thigh, underneath the table. But then you…”

“Ah, fuck,” he grunts, head falling back. “You were thinking about me getting my hands in your little panties, weren’t you kitten? God, you came for me without me ever touching you.”

“Kane, stop,” I beg, my hips starting to rock on his lap. We could be caught at any moment. It should scare the hell out of me. The truth is, the very idea of being caught this way, with him, all it does is turn me on. It shouldn’t be so hot, but I am soaked between my thighs as I rock against his hard cock.

“You don’t want me to stop, kitten. We both know you want me to fulfill your dirty little daydream. Tell me yes. Tell me you need me to play with your pussy because it aches for me.”

Panting, I shake my head. I have never been this out of control. Never let my senses drive my decisions. With his golden eyes gazing up at me, his cock hard between my thighs, his hands pinning me to his hard body, my senses take the wheel.

“Yes,” I moan the word as he stares up at me.

“Fuck, kitten,” he growls as fire blooms in his eyes.

Sliding down in his seat, he adjusts me on his lap, shoving my thighs wide across his legs. I glance around us, hoping no one comes back here this late. It’s dark in this corner but it would be obvious what we’re doing.

Kane’s big hands slide up the back of my thighs, thumbs hooking in the hem of my skirt. His eyes drop to watch as he pushes the skirt up, up, high enough to bunch it at my hips. It flashes my pink panties, and he groans, his head falling forward against my breasts.

“God, I want to lick you through that lace. I bet you taste so sweet. How wet will you be for me, kitten? Those panties soaked for me?”

“Yes, yes,” I whimper, hating he has reduced me to stammering single syllables.

“Show me. Get them out of the way, Kinsley,” he demands even as his fingers pull at the thin scrap of lace. We moan together when my swollen sex is bared to him. He sits back for a moment, hands tight on my hips, eyes focused on my dripping folds.

“Kane,” I cry, hips twisting. “Please, I need…oh, yes.”

“Just admiring it, kitten. It deserves to be admired. Fuck, my good girl is soaked, yeah? Dripping all over me. If we were anywhere else, I’d be sitting that pussy on my face and drinking every drop down.”

“Jesus, Kane,” I gasp as his thumb rubs at the wet slit, spreading me open. His filthy words just make me wetter. Idoache for him. And the image of his head between my thighs has me so hot I start to shake.

“Next time, baby. I will fill you with my tongue next time. Ah, hell you’re so soft. Tight. God, it’s tight,” he grunts as he pushes one, then two fingers inside me. He works them back and forth, up, and down, like scissors, stretching me. I cry out, head falling back as my hips buck. I haven’t been touched in so long and it feels so good.

“Kane,” I whisper, my hips twisting as I grasp his shoulders.

“Be a good girl for me,” he hums against my throat. “Show me how you need it. Ride my fingers, kitten. Make yourself come.”

“Oh, God,” I cry, falling against his chest as I start to do just that. My hips rock, taking his fingers deeper with each move. His other hand is in my hair again, tilting my head to find my mouth.

“That’s it, good girl. Such agood girl, kitten. Sucking me so deep, I can’t wait for you to suck my cock this tight. God, you might make me come right now. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Feeling my cock jerk in my jeans because you make me so hot, I can’t hold out.”

“No, no,” I pant, struggling to breathe. “Take it out. I want it on me, Kane.”

“Holy hell, . You want me to come on your pussy?”

“Yes, God, yes, I want it. Please, Kane.”

“Fuck, kitten. Don’t beg, you own me, baby.” His zipper coming down is loud in the quiet, but I don’t care.

With his fingers still buried inside me, pumping as they curl to hit my sweet spot, I am so close it almost hurts. His jeans bunch at his hips and then I moan so loud I am sure the entire library hears it. The head of his cock is thick and hard as he rubs it against my clit.

“Yes, yes,” I chant, my hips rocking faster, faster, so hard his crown bumps against my clit again and again.

“Don’t stop, I’m going to come. With me, kitten. Be a good girl and come with me, baby.”

Nodding, I fall against his chest to burrow my face there as I start to come. His fingers still pump inside of me, but it’s the rub of him against my clit that sends me toppling over the edge. I feel him jerking against me, hot stickiness hitting my skin as he comes too.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Kinsley…”

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