All at once, he maneuvers my legs until my feet are above his shoulders. He holds onto my thighs and lets himself have free rein with wet, slapping cracks echoing through his room. Sweat beads on his skin, and loose hair falls into his face. And I love seeing him like this—mindless and animalistic—all because I said he could be.
Jonah leans forward, bending me in half. His palms slide under my shoulders, and he holds me in place so he can fuck harder, and—oh my God—the pounding this man can give is next level. His core strength is out of this world.
“Can I come? P–please,” he whimpers, and his change in tone makes me smile.
“You’ve been such a good boy for Mommy.”
His eyes round and slam shut and his thrusting stalls, like he’s no longer in control of his body. “Ffffffuuuuuuck,” he shouts, releasing himself inside me.
Note to self: he likes when I call myself that.
“Yes, Jonah! Fill my pussy until it’s dripping with you.”
I love how wounded he looks when he comes.
After a couple more thrusts, he finally inhales, and everything relaxes between us. My legs fall and bend at his sides. But when he comes in for a post-O kiss, I wrap my arms around him and gator-roll him to his back.
“Whoa—”
“I’m not done with you.”
Jonah’s losing his faculties, though. “But I already... Oh, oh my—shit.”
“I know it’s intense, puppy, but you can do it. Just lie here and let me breed you.”
The mix of confusion and overstimulating pleasure battles on his face, and it’s so, so satisfying to watch—almost as satisfying as the moment I take off my bra.
His eyes round as he gets his first view of my bare chest—the chest I’ve never shown another submissive. What I did with those people was nothing like what I havewith Jonah.
He gets all of me.
“My God, Renée,” he huffs in disbelief. “They’re beautiful.”
“Touch them.” I plant a hand on his chest and rock my hips against him. I let him grope and fondle and pinch to his heart’s content. His spent cock is still hard and buried inside me, and I only have little time before it goes soft. I grind against his pelvis, seeking that perfect spot, and— “There!” I cry. “Right there, don’t move.”
And because he’s such a good boy, he listens and accepts his fate with my tits in his hands. I add my fingers to my clit and a minute later I’m seeing stars. My third orgasm wipes my vision, and the entire lower half of my body contracts.
I can’t see him, but the sound of Jonah’s labored breathing brings a smile to my face. Sated and delirious, I fall into him and roll to the side, where giggles turn into delicate petting and tender kisses.
I push back his fly-aways. “How do you feel, baby?”
“Rode hard and put away wet.” High off the endorphins, we laugh until we cry, and then we’re catching our breath again. “No, I feel amazing. I didn’t know what to expect without your toy bag.”
I narrow my eyes and whisper, “I hope you never know what to expect from me.”
He chuckles, and I kiss that happy mouth once more before climbing off his bed and padding to the bathroom.
“Did you notice how my whole body can fit on this bed?” he calls. “Sometimes bigger is better,” he teases.
I step into his bathroom and look back at the gorgeous naked man. “The Troll will be thrilled to hear that.” The muscles in his face go slack, and I cackle before closing the door.
I quickly do my business and wash my hands before searching for a cup so I can give him some water. I open the medicine cabinet and no dice—but my focus snags onthe one orange bottle. Nestled right on the middle shelf, between a few over-the-counter pain relievers, is a prescription for Adderall extended release.
Bottle in hand, I read the label.Take one capsule by mouth in the morning for increasing attention and decreasing impulsivity.
It was filled four weeks ago.
Has he always taken this? I mean, it makes sense that he would. I could tell he had ADHD back when he was my student.
