Page 5 of Bad Teacher
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Devin
I’m kissing Miriam Fox,and holy fuck was this worth the wait. The way her full lips mold perfectly with mine. The way she tastes like crisp summer apples. The way she allows my tongue to dominate hers--everything about this is fucking amazing.
I’ve had dreams about doing this with her. Hundreds of them. But as vivid as those dreams were, none of them came close to the real thing. Like going from black and white films to James Cameron’s Avatar. Now that I’ve experienced this, there’s no way I’ll be satisfied with anything less. In fact, I want so much more.
I want it all.
Fisting her wet hair in one hand, I angle her head so I can trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck. When I meet the fabric of her tank top, I growl in frustration. I grab the hem and pull it up. We break apart for the two seconds it takes me to whip it over her head and toss it to the side somewhere. Then I get back to tasting every inch not hidden by her black bikini.
Miriam rolls her hips to rub herself on my cock, making needy little noises in the back of her throat like the friction isn’t nearly enough. I’m gonna give her more, but she’s not ready for it yet. I want her mindless, so she can’t overthink things and ruin the progress we’ve made.
I palm the center of her ass with one hand and curl my middle two fingers down the crack of her ass. As she moves, my fingers rub along the denim crotch of her shorts to tease her pussy lips. And with my free hand, I pull the wet triangles of her bikini top to the sides to get my first look at my teacher’s tits. Big enough to fill my hands, tipped with pale pink nipples...and no tan lines. Someone likes to sunbathe nude. Shit, that’s hot. I file that detail away for another time.
“Fucking perfect,” I grate out, kneeding one and then the other. “I lost count how many times I got hard in class while staring at your breasts. I imagined ripping your blouse open to touch them, taste them.”
Staring into my eyes, she shocks me with a confession. “Heaven help me, so did I.”
She fucking thought about it. She thought about me. A surge of adrenaline courses through me because now I know I can make our wildest fantasies come true. Any walls she tries to keep between us, I’ll be able to knock down with ease. Miriam doesn’t know it, but she just handed me her playbook.
“Then it’s time we both find out if reality lives up to our imaginations.”
I don’t waste time teasing her. We’re both too worked up and this isn’t the place for that level of attention. That will come later. I have other ways of making her come now.
Drawing her deep into my mouth, I devour her breasts like I would her pussy. I give her puckered nipples hard pulls and long licks. Light bites and fast flicks. Each one causes her to make a different sound that I catalogue in my mind and title The Many Moans of Miriam Fox.
“Oh God, Devin, I...I...”
I lick a path up her neck then take her mouth in a hungry kiss. “You need me deep inside, don’t you?” I nip her chin.
“Yes,” she whimpers, a hint of shame coloring the word.
I pop open the button on her shorts and drag the zipper down. “Then admit you see me as a man.”
She blinks. “What?”
“Take a good look at me.”
I do a crunch so I can peel my wet T-shirt up and over my head before laying back again. I watch her eyes drink in every detail as her hands explore. Fingertips trace the muscle definition I’ve worked damn hard for, short nails comb through the hair on my chest then start to follow the trail that leads straight to my cock. I sit up and secure her wrists with one hand behind her back. The position presses her tits against my bare chest and the feel of her hard tips grazing my skin makes me hiss.
“Now,” I say gruffly. “Do you see a kid in front of you? Or a man?”
She bites her lip and her brows draw together. It’s almost as though she’s afraid of admitting the truth because then she’ll have no argument to prevent this from happening when she comes to her senses.
“I’ll give you a hint. Men get to fuck their women.” I slide my free hand into the front of her shorts and run my fingers over her slick folds, teasing. She moans and rocks her hips, searching for more contact. “But students don’t get to fuck their teachers.” To make my point, I pull my hand away, and she whines in protest. “So which am I?”
“Man,” she says, between short breaths. “Definitely a man.”
“Good answer.”
With that, I dip my hand back into her cut-offs and plunge three fingers into her dripping pussy. She gasps, but before she can let it out, I smash my mouth on hers and swallow her scream. I release her wrists to band my arm around her lower back and hold her in place as I finger-bang her tight hole. Jesus Christ, she’s so fucking hot and tight. Just the thought of her squeezing my cock this hard as I pound into her has pre-cum leaking from my tip. But she’s the only one who’s getting off this round, so I lock my orgasm down and focus on hers.
“Oh, fuck, Devin. Fuck.”
I lean in and speak against the shell of her ear. “That’s right, baby, fuck my hand. Show me how you want to ride my fat cock later. Ride me till you come.”
Miriam fists my damp hair in both hands until my scalp screams but it only turns me on even more. When she leans back to take advantage of my thumb rubbing her clit with every thrust of her hips, I attack her breasts.
