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That’s still moving on me, sucking on my clit, on my drenched pussy, drinking all my juices down. And maybe that’s why I don’t notice when he emerges from between my spread legs and stands up, his hands that were gripping my thighs go up to my waist and he picks me up from my chair and puts me on the table.
He picks me up like I weigh nothing. Like he loves picking me up in his arms.
And when I gather my senses enough to look at him, I whisper, running my fingers over his sculpted shoulders and biceps. “I love it when you do that.”
His eyes are a dark green and his mouth is all wet and beautiful as he says, “What, when I eat your pussy and you flood my mouth? Or when I do this…” At ‘this’, he enters me with his thick cock, all suddenly and amazingly, and I arch up again, moaning as he continues in that raspy tone of his, “Stick it in and make you drench my cock.”
I moan again, my fingers fisting his shirt.
I have to.
Just look at the way he talks to me.
Just look at the way he looks at me. Like I’m beautiful. Like I’m this sexy little thing he can’t wait to eat up, lick and suck on.
Like I make him hungry.
So of course, he’s the only person I can say all the filthy, delicious things to. And it’s been this way from the start.
From the day I kiss-attacked him at the library a couple of months ago, and he didn’t stop me. I knew he wouldn’t but still.
The confirmation was amazing.
And the date after that. That was amazing as well.
A proper, nice date that I insisted he take me on right after that kiss. I didn’t even care that we had a tutoring session scheduled just then. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to spend time with him without textbooks and all.
That’s not to say that spending times with him while we’ve got textbooks scattered around isn’t fun but still. In fact, somehow tutoring sessions with him are even more fun. So much so that we had to move them from the library to his apartment.
Like this one.
Where he has such a grip on me, such a tight, strong, possessive grip. His fingers pulling and tugging at my haphazard clothes and my disheveled hair, as he starts moving inside me, and I answer his question from before, “This. Both. Everything. But I…”
He hums, rubbing his nose up and down the column of my throat, angling his hips in the way that makes him rub all the wonderful places inside of me, reducing me to a puddle.
Only then, he growls, “But you what?”
I tighten my thighs around his waist and pull him closer. “But I only…” I pause to moan because he bites the side of my neck. “I only g-got a B.”
On the test I mean.
I had a biochem test last week and I got the grades today. A mere B. Something that would’ve sent me panicking and hyperventilating.
But it doesn’t.
Not anymore.
I’m proud of my grade.
I’m proud that I studied; I gave it my best and improved from before.
And I think my tutor thinks that as well.
Because up until now, he was moving slowly, lazily, going all the way in and all the way out, making me feel every inch of his dick and God, it’s a big dick. I’m not going to lie, I kind of freaked out when I saw it the first time.
Maybe it happens to all the twenty-year-old virgins out there but the sight of his thick cock scared me a little and I thought that it was never ever going to fit.
It did though.
It does.
So amazingly.
Anyway, at my stumbling words, his pace increases. His jabs are short and fast, and I don’t know which is better, his long and lazy strokes or his short and intense thrusts that move and jerk my entire body. That make me bounce and steal my breath.
“Plus,” he rasps, his fingers at my breast now.
“What?” I ask, thrusting my chest up to give him more access.
He appreciates that by squeezing and kneading my flesh and whispering over my lips, “B plus. Not a B. And this is your fucking reward.”
See?
He is proud and he is right.
This is my reward.
I’ve worked hard and I deserve this.
I deserve to have his mouth envelope mine and I deserve this shivery sensation that rolls through my body, my pussy when he begins to kiss me like that.
When he begins to eat my lips like he just ate my pussy.
When we come up for air, I whisper, panting, “I l-love this too.”
His eyes look both alert and drugged somehow as he says, “Good. Because in two point five seconds, I’m going to spin you around and bend you over the table.”
