“You’re cheating,” she moaned.
He loved that she knew he intended to manipulate her with sex yet couldn’t help herself. “I’ll do anything to get you.”And keep you.“Come on, Ann. What could it hurt?” As soon as he said the words, he knew he’d made a mistake. Her eyes darkened with memory.
He didn’t want her lingering on their past mistakes. He wanted her looking toward a better future. So he pinched her nipple and kissed her. His hand on her neck remained, but he didn’t tighten it. Restraining her served to heighten her desire. And before he knew it, the minx had opened his jeans and had her hands on him.
“Ann.Fuck.”
“If I say yes, what does that mean?” She stroked him, rubbing her thumb over his cockhead.
He widened his stance, mentally begging her to cup his balls, to drop to her knees and suck him off. That was an image he wanted to commit to memory.
“I—ah—it means… You… God, Ann.” He moaned and started humping her hand. “You and me, angel. Just us. No one else.”
“No cheating,” she clarified. “I’d have to trust you.”
“And I’d have to trust you,” he added and nearly came when she squeezed him.
“I’ll think about it. That’s the best I can do right now.”
“I’ll prove it to you. We can make it work.” His heart lightened with hope while his cock hardened with lust. “Now on your knees.” He checked his watch, barely able to focus. “I have four hours and twenty-six minutes left to boss you around.” Though right now he wasn’t sure who was bossing whom.
She dropped to her knees, pulled his pants and underwear down, then drew his thick shaft to her lips. She stared up at him as her tongue darted out to lick his slit.
“Shit. Ann. Oh God.”
She smiled and watched him watching her. Then she took the crown of his cock between her lips and sucked. “Hmm.” She bobbed over him, and their gazes locked.
He wondered what she saw as she sent him spiraling in pleasure. It didn’t take him long before he reached his end. He shouted her name and clutched her head as he spent, and she swallowed him down.
“Best. Girlfriend. Ever,” he said between breaths.
She grinned and licked him up, then rose to her feet. “That was sixty seconds well spent.”
He might have been more upset about the jibe if he could get his brain to function.
She laughed. “I swear your eyes nearly rolled up in your head. You have a sexy O-face.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh, he’s blushing,” she teased. “Seriously. I bet you could make real money in amateur home movies. You know what I’m talking about. Quit your day job and show some skin for sin.” She wiggled her brows.
“Ann Weaver.” He feigned shock as he tucked himself back into his pants. “I can’t believe you even know what P-O-R-N is!”
Her own cheeks burned red, and he laughed. “You should see your own O-face. I’m game. Let’s film it.”
“No way. Uh-uh. I’m ateacher.”
“With a sexy-as-hell body and the ability to make me come in less than a minute. I’m a teacher too, but I can admit to liking sex.”
“Liking it is just fine. Filming it? No.”
He pulled her in for a hug and a kiss. “I was kidding, Ms. Stick-in-the-Mud.”
“Stick in the—”
“Four hours and eighteen minutes to go,” he said checking his watch. Then he smacked her ass. “Now go get naked and spread out on the bed. We’re far from done, wench.”
“That’s Ms. Weaver to you.”
