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“Yeah…” my breathing grows uneven, “yeah…” my tugging uncontrollable, “I wanna fucking come for you…” Contorting of my toes in the water leads to us being splashed and my jeans being soaked and precum coating her palm on every caress. “I wanna come all over that pretty fucking face, Teach.”

“Oh…” Emmerz hand greedily slides up and down and up and down. “My…” Her body begins throwing itself into each jerk. “G…” barely leaves her lips courtesy of my sharp yank of her backwards, ripping the word out of her mouth. “Please!”

“Fuck,” I murmur, eyes rolling into the back of my head, “you sound so beautiful begging.” Gathering up more of her displaced locks is followed by me positioning her open mouth right near my tip. “Beg for it, baby.”

Her caresses become careless.

And clumsy.

But ferocious.

Feral.

“Come on my face, H…” my woman needily pants, hot air of each word blissfully burning my tip. “I want it.” Additional streams of spit rush to be spread around faster. Smeared sloppily. “You want it.”

Holding back becomes improbable.

Impossible.

“Come on my face,” she repeats at the same time her eyes peer up into mine. “Let me lick it off…”

“Fuck!” One burst of cum violently blows past my slit landing on the corner of her mouth. “So. Pretty.” The next arrives right on top of it. Then beside it. Then on her jawline. “So. Fucking. Pretty.” My body shakes and shudders as the last splashes the tip of her chin. I swiftly use my other hand to scoop up the thick, torrid, reward and glide it back to her extending, waiting tongue. “Taste it, Teach.” Dragging the two digits slowly down is done to guarantee every last drop is devoured. “Fucking swallow it for me.”

Hesitation is non-existent.

Emmerz immediately closes her mouth around the collection with my fingers still inside sparking a wolfish murmur of approval. “A. Fucking. Plus. Emmerz.”

She hums and sucks and hums more adding vibrations that convince my cock to be ready for round two in record timing. While her hand continues to sluggishly stroke my sensitive shaft, she gags on my fingers, lets her tongue split them to suck them clean, and longingly continues to gaze upward, stare swirling with satisfaction and starvation alike.

I wait until they’re completely saturated to remove them from their confines, which also allows her to finally speak. “Take me home, H.”

Disappointment and disorientation mesh into one another; however, the devious grin that graces her lips washes it away.

“Take me home and fuck me.”

Chapter 9

Emaline

I shut my bedroom with Noodle locked out on the other side.

He doesn’t need to see this.

He’d judge me.

Hell, I kinda wanna judge me.

Future me?

The one I first talked to Hogan about in my classroom?

The one who I imagine would eat Lobster Thermidor and go topless on the beach and never pass a piano bar or a chance to sing “Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song)” – her second favorite Otis Redding song?

That bitch is applauding alongside Gam Gam.

Cheering me on now that she’s done chastising me for not fucking him where we were.

And I wanted to.