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“A dirty mouth for a student,” Ilya growls.
His hand still holding my hip releases me, traveling up my back to comb his fingers through my hair and grip a handful of it. He shoves me down, forcing my cheek against the book, and my hands grip the bedspread as the new angle intensifies the sensation of his cock pounding into me.
“Perhaps I ought to wash your mouth out with soap.”
Fear makes my heart jump into my throat as I consider the very real possibility that he might actually make me taste soap. “I’m sorry, sir,” I whine as he continues to assault my clit mercilessly.
I can hardly believe I can take all of him as his thick girth stretches me again and again, shoving deep as our skin smacks together audibly.
“Shall I let you off easy this time?” he purrs.
“Yes, please, sir,” I gasp.
“What will you give me in exchange?”
“Anything!” Fuck, I’m so close to coming as Ilya pinches my clit and rolls it.
“Anything?” he presses, fucking me so hard that the bed starts to squeak.
“Yes!”Fuck, fuck fuck.
Ilya pulls out of me so fast, I’m left reeling, my pussy clenching desperately with the need to be filled once again. I’m painfully close to an orgasm, and my hips rock with the intense need for relief. But Ilya doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he releases my hair and rises from the bed, walking around to the base of it as he faces me.
Breaths heave from my lungs as I raise my head to meet his eyes, and Ilya snatches the textbook from the bed, tossing it over his shoulder.
“Then it’s time for a pop quiz.”
Confusion presses my brows together.
“Show me what you learned about sucking my cock,” he demands.
My eyes travel down over his tattooed chest to the glistening erection before me. It’s slick with my arousal, which puts my stomach in knots.
“I want you to taste how excited you get with me inside you.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe.
Ilya steps forward, and his silken tip grazes my lips. I open them, wrapping them around my teeth before gripping the base of his cock and guiding him into my mouth. The tangy flavor of my juices coats my tongue as I take all of him until he’s pressing against the back of my throat. Then I start to move forward and back, stroking the length of his cock with my tongue with every forward motion.
“Very good,” he groans as his erection twitches against the roof of my mouth.
I circle the tip with my tongue and taste salty precum there. That makes my stomach clench and my clit throb dangerously. I want to come so badly, and the cool air that whispers across my exposed slit does nothing to ease the intense frustration.
“You are a smart girl, aren’t you?” Ilya praises, his fingers stroking through my hair. “And you certainly know how to use your mouth the right way when you’re not being so cheeky.”
I shiver, redoubling my efforts as the anticipation of making him come arouses me further. And then Ilya reaches for something on the bed. A moment later, the cool, smooth wood of the ruler slides down my ass crack toward my pussy. I moan around Ilya’s cock and roll my hips, allowing the wood to graze across my slit and brush my clit.
“Would you like to come, smart girl?” Ilya purrs.
I attempt a “Please, sir,” around his cock, but it comes out so garbled, I’m sure he wouldn’t know what I said. Ilya chuckles, the sound rumbling up from his chest.
“Then swallow my cock,” he rasps, one hand cupping the back of my head as he presses forward into my mouth.
His girthy tip stretches my throat, blocking my airway and threatening to make me gag. And as hard as I try, I can’t suppress the response. My throat convulses around his cock in an attempt to remove it. Ilya’s cock throbs and grows impossibly wider in response. At the same time, he withdraws the ruler, and then, with a sharp tap, he brings it down directly on my clit.
My scream is muffled by Ilya’s erection, and it takes all of my self-control to keep my mouth open as my pussy throbs to life, orgasming so unexpectedly and so intensely that my hips jerk in time with my throbbing clit. Relief washes through me, obliterating my senses. So consuming is my release that at first, I don’t notice Ilya’s hips jerk forward. And then hot cum is pouring down my throat.
I gag again, squeezing his cockhead as his seed coats the back of my tongue. Ilya groans, his fingers curling in my hair as he holds me in place, and I suck air through my nose as ripples of my aftershocks continue out to my extremities, making my fingers and toes tingle.
