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With a snarl, I push my hand the rest of the way. She opens her legs. I end the kiss briefly, staring into her eyes.
“Sir,” she whispers. “Sir, sir, sir…”
“I knew you were doing that on purpose,” I say, smirking.
“Did it…”
“What? Turn me on?”
She nods, her cheeks flushing.
“You’re damn right it did,” I say fiercely, then kiss her again.
Her moans get even more perfect when I start rubbing the outside of her underwear, feeling her excitement, her clit through the material. Her legs tremble when I rub up and down, up and down, lost in the feeling of her body.
She’s wet. She’s beyond fucking wet. She’s soaked for me, her fertile hole soppy with all the pleasure. She said it, the sir thing. She knew she was turning me on. If her soaked pussy is any indication, we’ve been doing the same dance together.
“This pussy belongs to me,” I snarl between kisses.
She leans back, her eyes wide, her lips twisted sideways. There’s a flicker of something in her expression. I pause my hand. “Are you teasing me?”
“No, Ellie,” I say.
“So… is it, like, dirty talk, then? Your thing?”
I don’t want her to think I have a thing, but unleashing all that right now isn’t the best idea.
“Do you like it?” I groan.
“I’ve never done dirty talk before,” she whispers. “Yeah, I like it.”
“Good,” I say, my voice getting even fiercer. “Because your hot, wet pussy belongs to me. No other man ever gets to touch it. I fucking own you.”
“Oh, Jesus,” she whimpers.
Her hips shift like she’s urging me on. I rub her pussy faster over the outside of her underwear, but I can’t take it anymore. I grab her underwear, keeping my eyes on her the whole time, then roughly pull them down. She gasps and pouts, looking so naturally sexy.
I bring my hand to her folds, gently stroking my fingers up and down, coming near her clit but not quite touching her. She’s rewarding me with so much sweet moaning, her eyes glistening, her hand getting tighter on my shoulder, fingernails digging in. She’s urging me to touch her clit without saying it.
“I could watch you all damn day,” I tell her. “The way you moan. The way you shiver for me, only for me. Say it. Say it like a good student, and I might touch your horny little clit.”
Her eyes snap open wide. She looks at me in shock, but it’s the hottest thing. It’s like she’s surprised by how good it feels, my hand on her and my words. It’s just a game for her, but I mean it. She only ever does this for me, nobody else.
“Just you, sir,” she moans. “J-j-just…”
She can’t go on when I push down on her little bud. Not hard, but with enough pressure to send a shiver running through her. Her body shakes as I rub her faster, harder.
I lean back to watch her shivering on the end of my finger. My mind flashes, and she’s sitting in the classroom, looking up at me, mouth slightly open. Then we’re back here, and she’s giving herself to me, getting into it, almost creaming right now.
“If you come from this,” I growl, “your pussy will be good and wet. I can finger your tight-as-fuck hole. Or I can fuck you. Fuck you hard. Fuck you until you have no choice but to cream all over my dick again.”
“S-s-sir…”
She can’t say anything else because I’m rubbing harder. I’m lost in the game, the so-called dirty talk. As I rub her clit, I think over and over, Come for me. Come for me, just for me.
Her moans get louder. She lets go of my arm and falls against the chair, her moans higher in pitch as she shakes all over. Her pussy gets even creamier as she comes, her eyelids flitting open and closed. Then she groans, staring up at me. I lean down and kiss her again. She returns the kiss, stroking my hand, almost like she can’t decide whether she wants to calm me down or keep me going.
Unfairly—or maybe it’s the fairest thing in the world—Jane bursts into my mind again. She has that scowl on her face and wild hate in her eyes, aimed nowhere and everywhere.
I push the thought away and focus on kissing my woman. I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until she whispers it against my face. “Your woman? So we’re still doing the dirty talk, huh?”
I smirk. “Did you think we were done? I promised to finger that horny hole, but I’ll have to break my promise.”
“Why?” she whispers.
I brush the hair from her face, kissing her forehead. “Has anybody ever licked your pussy before? You said you’ve never done dirty talk, so…”
She sits up and takes a breath. “Do you want the truth, truth?”
