He spanked me and I cried out and buried my face in the pillows as he twisted me even more and mounted me. It wasn’t quite doggy-style, as my hips weren’t aimed up at him—it was something much more primal.
He lay on top of me, pinning me against the bed and brought his mouth to my ear.
“You like that, princess?”
“I—I can’t even…”
His cock went in and out, in and out again, caressing my G-spot with its thick swollen tip. I could still feel his slick cum against my pussy lips and felt more alive than I’d ever been.
I lost myself in his embrace, his arms, his stroke, his scent, his powerful presence. My entire body was shaking, melting like hot butter or warm honey against his hard rod.
The lingering effects of my orgasm still had me reeling, my head spinning and my breath coming in short quick pants as he started to speed up. He didn’t want to hold back—not anymore. He wanted to fuck me, and I wanted it too.
“Fuck me harder, Dylan,” I whispered. “Take me however you want me.”
I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to be perfect, take his cock however he wanted and show him that I was his. I wanted to learn everything he had to teach me and be good for him.
“Harder?” he growled. “You sure you understand what that means, princess?”
“Do whatever you want with me!” I cried out. “I’m fucking yours!”
“Mmmm,” he grunted. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Chapter Eleven
Emily
I know I was supposed to be the witch tonight, but Dylan had completely bewitched me.
The shock of what Dylan did next is almost too much to explain. He lifted himself up, grabbed me hard by my hips and pulled me up into full doggy-style. Now he could see everything. There was no hiding anymore, and I loved that.
He withdrew almost all the way, and for a second I thought he was going to take his cock out of me, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. It took my breath away when he
slammed his cock back inside me. From this angle, he was so deep I thought he was going to split me in half.
“Oh. My. God,” I stammered. “Dy—Lan!”
“That’s right, baby,” he groaned. “Take it all. You look so fucking sexy like this.”
His words sent me spinning, but it wasn’t just the physical sensations flowing through my body that had me in another world; it was the fact that I was feeling something I’d never felt before.
Intimacy.
I was close to him. I was open and I felt protected. I’d given myself over to him and had never felt more right about anything. He’d claimed me, made me his, and it wasn’t just how good he was making my body feel that had me melting for him.
Something more serious was going on, calling me back to those last days of school when I sat in the classroom looking at him, knowing he was looking at me no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
Was it those feelings that had me running away from him tonight when Margie brought me to his door? Maybe I was just lying to her, and myself, when I told her it was wrong because he was older…because I had once been his student.
Maybe I had been afraid where things might go if I went there…
A surge of worry rushed through me like a splash of cold water as I fully realized what I was feeling.
I can’t be the only one…I thought. All the girls love him.
“Hey,” he said as he leaned down and brought his lips to my ear. “Where are you?”
“What?” I replied.