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My own shuddering breaths die down to a shiver, while his grunts and groans and gravelly voice finally fill my ears again.
His hot mouth over mine again, the newest sensation has a sound as well as a taste.
Professor Grayson has taught me my first lesson in how to be pleasured by a real man.
Or climax 101 for complete beginners.
The only thing I can manage to tell him as he holds me close to him, his huge rod still hot between us both.
“I’ve never even kissed a boy, Professor… Michael,” I tell him, not looking down or away, but right into his eyes as they soften. A sound of relief escapes his lips.
“I’m… I… I’ve never been with anyone,” I confess, hearing my voice echoing back off the cold walls of his office.
The thing I thought was my biggest most shameful secret turns out to be the one thing, apart from my screaming orgasm, that Michael Grayson has waited four years to hear.
And judging by the smile on his face, my confession is music to his ears.
Chapter Eight
Michael
I discover quickly that there are two Professor Grayson’s.
Maybe a bit like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, there’s a beast in me but I thought it only existed in my mind.
In my fantasies with Sheree.
Locking the door, ordering her to come to me, and finally seeing her sweet little cunt before I taste it for the first time.
It all feels like a perfect dream. Like the beast in me is finally free.
The real me, finally able to do and say what I want for a change.
Everything I’ve wanted to tell her for years, flowing from my mouth as easily and rapidly as her essence flows into mine.
To finger her tight hole, to finally taste her in my mouth. To run my hands over that sweet, curvy body of hers and hear her gasp, grunt, and curse as she discovers just how good it feels to have a real man pleasure her.
But it’s not enough. I want all of her, completely naked and not on a fucking wooden desk in a freezing back room of an office.
My queen deserves a palace, and a bed big enough for us both. With enough time and nobody to bother us so I can really show her how much she means to me.
Sheree doesn’t seem to mind our first efforts at intimacy, far from it. She takes to it like a duck to water.
I try hard not to yank at her clothes, yearning to see and taste as much of her as I physically can, but there are the sounds of tearing fabric.
My own clothes are meaningless right now, and I struggle to free as much of myself while servicing my queen with my tongue.
Not wanting to let go of her body for a single moment.
Wishing each finger was an arm with another set of hands, I explore her chest, her stomach, and those thick thighs and ass of hers while my mouth and tongue are absorbed in her sweetest spot of all.
The urge to fill her is intense, but I want her to come for me first. To show her that her pleasure is my pleasure too.
My needs will be hers too because the only real need I have is to fill her with our babies. Everything else is pure pleasure for the sake of it, and she deserves it.
All of it.
Her climax is swift to develop, and I can feel her trying to hold off for some reason.
I don’t tell her where and when to come.
Not yet.
This is new for both of us, so I let her know I’m as eager for her to finish as I know her body is.
There’s plenty more of this to come, but her first climax is special for me. For us both.
Feeling her excitement build to a boiling point is almost as much of a turn on as seeing her beautiful body exposed for the first time.
Everything about her is a thousand times more intense than my most detailed fantasy.
The smoothness of her pale skin. The freshness of her clothes and hair.
The little sounds she makes in between the louder ones.
And the grip she has on me, it’s as strong as the one I have on her.
When she does climax, it’s like nothing I could ever have imagined. Her release is as intense as the feelings of our bodies entwined that brought it about.
I can feel her body stiffen and contract, almost convulsing under me until she subsides into an outpouring of emotions.
Her first lesson learned: How to come for me when I go down on her.
As for her second lesson?
I’ll have to rethink that one.
Once she tells me, confesses to me that she’s never even kissed a boy let alone been claimed by a man?
Well, I can hardly believe my ears, and my thumping tent pole of a hard on twitches double-time, all the more eager to fill her sweet hole.
