“A lesson for a lesson, remember?”
Fuck, right. He teaches me sex, and I teachhim movies. Forcing my two functioning brain cells to rub together and form a proper sentence, I say, “The technical prowess of the movie is just—Aah!”
That teasing asshole is doing this on purpose. “The prowess is what, Andrea?”
“It’s very commendable. And it is the first of its—Oh shit,” I moan when he pushes a finger inside my drenched pussy, his tongue flicking and his lips sucking. “Yes, don’t stop!”
“You’re terrible at this,” he jokes, his voice muffled by the way I keep him pressed there.
“Stop talking! Just—Ah! Fuck!”
The rhythm of his tongue grows faster, flicking over my clit with just the right pressure. His free hand slithers up to pinch my nipple, twisting it gently, and the flash of pleasure is enough to make me orgasm. My hips jolt from it, and the involuntary contractions of my abdomen make my upper body convulse.
His wicked,wickedtongue lowers to where pleasure is gushing out of me, lapping at it with eagerness. When I’m clean of any excess wetness, he moves away from my throbbing intimacy, wiping his lower face on the smooth skin of my inner thigh. The carnivorous expression on his gorgeous features releases an ultimate shiver in me.
“Alright, mission accomplished,” I pretend. “I’m all relaxed and ready to go.”
He doesn’t seem to get the humor in my tone because his face is terribly serious when he says, “I don’t think so, woman. Turn around and get on your knees.”
Despite my heavy and clumsy limbs, I comply as fast as I can. Propped on all fours before him, I hear him shuffle with his discarded jeans, and then comes the tearing of a condom wrapper. That brings me back to our conversation yesterday. I want to be the first woman he’ll enter without any protection because it’ll mean I’m his first for something. But it’s too soon for that.
The mattress dips as he positions himself behind me. It’s insane. Two days since we last had sex, and I’m craving him like my life depends on it. I’m addicted to him. Heroin has nothing on this man. Meth who?
“Tell me if I’m going too hard,” he says, his low voice making my insides flutter.
He doesn’t wait for my answer and pushes himself in with a firm shove. I let out a throaty sound, half-cry, half-moan, the sensation of his massive cock fulfilling my every need. He holds my hips with both hands to make sure I won’t try to escape his onslaught—as if I would try to get away from any of this.
He slowly retreats and then harshly fills me again, making my ass jiggle when his hips meet it. “Words can’t express how much I adore your ass.”
By his third mighty shove, I can’t control anything, pushing back in rhythm with him. Soon, he’s plowing me with intensity, granting me the hard fuck I was so desperate for. Shit, I still want more. I want him to dominate me in every possible way.
“Pull on my hair,” I demand with a trembling voice, remembering how amazing it felt when he did it during our first night together.
As he obediently complies, a shaky cry rolls in my throat, his fingers tightly clutching a handful of my curls. The gesture sends a flash of pleasure mixed with pain that travels down my nape, spine, and then ends right in my aching intimacy, where he’s still heavily ramming into me.
“Aah, baby, yes! Don’t stop…” I moan, sinking my teeth into my lower lip.
Everything stops, his grip on my hair loosening. After a moment without him resuming, he releases my hair, and I realize something is wrong. With a frustrated sigh, I turn around, meeting his perplexed face.
“Did you just call me ‘baby?’” he asks after a few more seconds pass.
Shit, I have no idea. That could have slipped past my lips in the heat of the moment. “I did?”
“You did.”
I look forward, unsure if it’s a good or bad thing. Clearly, it’s an endearment, which means I may harbor tender feelings toward him. But, understandably, my brain acts up when he’s fucking me silly.
“What should I do to make you say it again?” he asks. There’s an unmistakable smile in his voice.
I let out a relieved sigh. It’s not a bad thing, even though it’s too early. “I don’t know, maybe keep doing whatever you were doing?”
To my relief, the incident is left behind, and we return to more pressing matters—like relaxing me before the presentation.
His initially slow momentum increases, the shoves growing deeper and faster, pulling me back harshly each time. He returns his hand to my hair and tugs on it again, intensifying my enjoyment of his ministrations. Shit, he must look so, so hot right now, with the long and fast thrusts, the firm hold on my hip and hair… Good God, his ass must look divine as he plows into me like this.
He removes the hand on my hip to get it under me, bending over, and he places the tip of his middle finger on my engorged clit, never halting his thrusts.
“Yes, make me come,” I beg. With just the perfect amount of harshness, he pulls my head back. My spine is arched to the maximum of its capacities, my ass and face tilted up.
