No thong.
No boy shorts.
Nothing.
Her intentions were clear. She attempted to pull her dress down. Her efforts were pointless. So was her dress and my boxers.
I shoved my shorts and briefs down my ass, allowing them to hit the floor. Hyphen’s eyes grew twice their size.
“Lesson number ten, Hyph,” I breathed out, gripping the tail end of her dress.
She didn’t protest. She lifted her arms, assisting me with her disrobing. Her breast sat high on her chest. They were perfectly round. Her nipples were simultaneously brown and pink. Fine bumps surrounded them.
I pulled one into my mouth. And then the other. Her back arched, pushing herself further into my embrace.
“Mmmmm.”
With my hand around her neck, I led Trouble’s body to the mattress. She was no longer sitting. She was lying down.
Naked.
Vulnerable.
Sexually frustrated.
Willing.
Submissive.
Quiet.
Open.
Wet.
So fucking wet.
I entered her oasis with two fingers.
“Laurence,” she moaned.
I entered her mouth with my tongue.
Fuck.
She was warm all over.
“When you want some dick, I’ll always give it to you. No matter the place, time, or circumstances.”
I was losing track of my thoughts. Lesson ten was one of the most important ones. I needed Hyph to understand that I’d always take her ass down when she was ready and when she was willing. My dick hardened at the thought of her. I knew for sure it would brick up if she showed any signs of deprivation or desire.
That little ass dress and the new scent on her skin was evidence Hyphen was trying to get into some trouble. That bald, pantiless pussy finalized her case.
I drew my name inside of her pussy before pulling out. I used the lubrication I’d gotten directly from the source to gloss my dick. My lips were still against hers when I parted her lower half.
“Mmm.”
I submerged my submarine in her waters. Her walls welcomed me.
