“How hard is your cock?” she asked me. She’s trying to keep her teacher's voice, but it cracked under the tension. I thwaped my harness against her ass cheek. “Stick it in and let me see.”
Pre-cum shot out my tip and for a second, I thought I’d blown it. But I got myself under control and pressed the head of my cock into her satiny folds. She couldn’t hold back a deep moan of ecstasy. I drove my dick all the way home, until my hips were flush with her ass. When she could feel my whole raging erection seated completely inside her, I licked my thumb and slid it into her asshole.
“It’s not hard enough,” she groaned. Ellison was fronting so much, I could tell when she’s lying. She pulled back and turned around and sucked my entire length down her throat again while she tugged on my balls. I, in turn, tugged the chain between her nipples and she cried out, the noise landed somewhere on the spectrum between pain and pleasure. She blew me and I thrusted freely into her throat, but when I tried to take control of her head, she shoved me off.
“Who’s the teacher?” she demanded, wiping the thick saliva from her lips with the back of her hand.
“Sorry, Miss Kraft, my bad,” I said. I gripped my boner by the shaft and tried so hard not to come that it hurt. She crawled around the other way again and I entered her from behind. She cried out. With an expert hand, I rubbed her clit as I thrusted away inside her. It’s only a few strokes before she’s coming apart, her muscles massaged my cock until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came inside her, emptying every single drop. After all, we were trying for another, this naughty teacher and me.
Ellison collapsed onto her belly and I fell down on top of her.
“Best sex of my life!” I exclaimed.
“You say that every time,” she accused me.
“And every time it’s true.”
She rolled on her back and put her feet up in the air, her internet researched fool-proof method for getting pregnant again.
“So?” I asked her. I kissed her shoulder and then drummed my fingers there awaiting an answer.
“A+.”
Epilogue
SEVEN YEARS LATER
ELLISON
He’s late, which wasn’t that much of a shocker. Fox had been texting him and holding Charlie’s hand, who happened to be eight months pregnant. It’s their first, so it’s a big deal, but what’s also a big deal was your oldest daughter graduating high school and delivering the salutatorian speech while her father’s stuck in traffic.
Mason squirmed in his seat and I was hoping he didn’t barf from the number of gummy worms I’d given him to keep him quiet.
Suddenly, the sound of my ringer blasted through the otherwise silent auditorium. We got some groans and chatter as I fumbled through my purse trying to find it. No one was as distraught as my brother-in-law as he shook his head, propped up by his thumb and forefinger cradling his brow.
I missed the call, but knew it was Calvin. Charlie looked at me, her eyes with that faraway gaze she goes into when she received information.
“He’s close. He’s going to make it,” she said with confidence. Then her face relaxed into a smile and she faced forward again. I wasn’t sure if she heard his bike or if the message came from the beyond, but life experience had taught me, you don’t question pregnant people.
Calvin and I stopped at two, which was the perfect number and with personalities the size of Adele and Mason’s, we already felt like we’re raising a big family.
Adele had been accepted to both the Manhattan School of Music as well as Hartford, but our girl yearned for adventure, so of course, she chose New York and ever since she decided, Calvin hadn’t slept through the night.
But the way I saw it, Adele would be fine, she’s as tough as they came. And as talented. She’s been teaching her little brother to play and now I was the only one in the family who wasn’t in the band. That’s fine though, all bands needed a level-headed manager.
Calvin and I were married soon after the incident with Cavelli. Meghan and my parents were there to give us away, and Fox, Adele, and Charlie all stood up for us at the altar. We bought a bigger house, Calvin took over the Harley dealership, and I got a job at South Vale University in the English Department. We stayed far away from Desolation and Cal’s record remained marred by only one homicide—which might not sound like a big deal, but when you’re a Montgomery, the path to righteousness could take a lot of detours.
Calvin literally ran into the auditorium as Adele took the podium. He blew her kisses from the aisle and then proceeded to walk sideways through the row to get to us, alternating between stepping on people’s toes or getting his jean-clad ass in their faces. I stifled a laugh while the whole row grumbled. He blew Adele one final kiss before he sat down.