“Yes.”
“Just us … by ourselves?”
“Just us.”
Underneath the table, she pressed her legs together.My dick twitched again inside my pants as I thought about how her mouth had felt around it this morning.I peered over at her, gaze dropping to her lips.She was such a good girl sometimes, a brat at other times.
I leaned closer to her and dropped my voice.“Only if you’re a good girl for me.”
A smirk crossed her face.“And if I’m not?”
“If you’re not,” I murmured, gently brushing my fingers over her exposed skin, “then we won’t get coffee anymore together.”
Suddenly, all the mischief was gone from her eyes.“How do I be a good girl for you?”she asked.
“You can start by”—I leaned my elbow on the table and moved toward her, tucking some hair behind her ear—“crawling underneath our table.”
One moment, she stared at me through wide eyes from above the table, and then the next, she was underneath it, tugging on my belt.I tensed and looked around to make sure that nobody was watching.
Holy fuck, I wasn’t expecting her to actually?—
She pulled out my cock and wrapped her lips around my head.“Am I a good girl, Cairo?”she murmured, wetting it with her mouth.“Tell me I’m a good girl.”She sucked more and more of my dick into her mouth until she reached the base and choked softly.
When she came back up for air, my dick and her lips were covered in spit.
“Tell me I’m a good girl.Please, tell me I’m a good?—”
I laced my hand into her hair and guided her back down onto my cock.“You’re a good girl, baby.You’re such a good girl for me.”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
ASTRID
Diya satcross-legged on my bed with a textbook on her lap.“Did you see Sakura’s belly in History today?”She tapped her pen on the pages, the afternoon sun flooding into the room.“She’s so petite that it’s kinda obvious she’s pregnant.”
We weresupposedto be doing homework, but did we ever when we were together?
“I know, right?But who can blame her?She’s dating Mr.Avery.”
“Avery?!”Diya explained.“The hot Literature professor?!That’s who got her pregnant?!”
“How did you not know that?Oh, right.I forgot that you’ve been too busy with those extra tutoring sessions with your stepdaddy.”I stifled a giggle and shot her a wink.“You know with titsthatnice, you’re going to end up pregnant by a teacher next.”
After narrowing her eyes at me, she shoved me.“I will not.”
“Famous last words.”
“Astrid!”she exclaimed.“He’s my stepdad!”
“Your hot stepdad.”I lay back on the bed, pretending like I was reminiscing about being in his class before when I had only ever met him at her house.“You know I’m a sucker for hands, and he has a nice pair of them.Don’t you ever imagine them squeezing your?—”
“Okay, that’s enough!”Diya shouted, cheeks reddening.She slammed her book closed.
“Gonna go get some extra help?”I asked, eyeing the time on my phone.“He’s probably still at school, waiting for you to slip into his classroom, slide up onto his desk, and tell him to eat your pussy.”
Diya pushed her books into her backpack and glared.“Excuse me while I gagat that thought.”
“The only thing you’re going to gag on is his huge cock.”
