Can he read minds?
“You were here with me, and then you weren’t. What’s going on?”
“I—I’m just thinking too much,” I groaned.
“Thinking bad things?”
“I wouldn’t say bad…I just—”
“Don’t worry, Emily,” he said firmly. “There’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“I just—I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve done this.”
“So, that’s what you think of me?” he teased. “I’m just that hot guy teacher who gets with all his students after they graduate and show up at his house wearing sexy witch costumes?”
I laughed nervously. “Well, no—”
“Listen to me, Emily,” he said firmly. “I’ve never done this with anyone else before. Stop worrying and come back to me. Can you do that?”
How does he know exactly what to say? I thought. He was still inside me but had stopped moving while he spoke, and I glanced back over my shoulder at his gorgeous face and looked into his eyes and knew he would never lie to me.
“Okay.”
I pushed back on him, took him deeper inside me and reached back and grabbed him by the waist.
“Give it to me, Tiger.”
Dylan’s face lit up and he grinned as he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down and gave me every inch of his dick. I cried out as he bottomed out inside me and let out a deep sigh as I completely and utterly gave myself over to him.
His strokes were long and hard and each one shook me to my very core. He was starting to sweat, and I could smell him even more as his powerful hands held my side and controlled me, made me move the way he wanted me to.
“That’s right, princess,” he purred. “Take all of it.”
“Do I take it well, Mr. Cox?” I asked. I don’t know what came over me, but the words just slid out of my mouth without warning. I mean—only four months ago and this man had been my teacher, and now I was bent over on all fours on his bed getting fucked senseless.
How hot was that?
“You take it so well, Miss Powell,” he replied. I could hear the smile in his voice but my eyes were snapped shut and my face was mashed into the pillow.
Then, just as I thought things couldn’t get any better, I felt his thumb press against my other hole. I hadn’t been expecting it, and the sensation caused me to shudder. My first reaction was to pull away, but his grip was strong and I realized that the longer he held it there, the more I started to like it.
And why shouldn’t I give all of myself over to him? I was his now—maybe I always had been.
He increased the pressure with his thumb and I felt myself open for him. My breath caught and my mouth hung open as he slid inside of me. The feeling was like gasoline being poured on a fire. I lit up and let out a long moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked. He already knew the answer.
“I—” I stammered, finding my voice again. “Yes!”
“I know, princess. I know. And now I want you to come on my cock again.”
Just hearing him say that made me suddenly aware of just how close I was to coming. He was so powerful, so dominant and overwhelming, and I had been so wrapped up in what he was doing to me, that I hadn’t even realized that I was that close, and all it took was one really deep stroke to send me over the edge.
“I’m coming, Dylan!” I cried out.
My dripping little cunt clenched down on his fat dick and I screamed into the pillow as he fingered my ass and drove every single one of his inches into me. My orgasm paralyzed me. All I could do was lie there with my face down and my ass up as my body tensed and twitched in pure bliss.
And then something even more incredible happened.