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“Fuckkk meee,” Avril hissed as he massaged her pussy and sucked on her throat. She’d shut her eyes tight, and her breathing flared like a geyser sputtering toward eruption.
All this before he’d even slipped his other hand into her leggings.
“Want to see how well I paid attention to you the other night?” he asked, breathing incendiary passion against her neck as he played with her waistband. “If I pass this test, I’ll get to move on to more advanced tutoring, right?”
Fighting further urges to mewl pleasurably, Avril solidified her defenses long enough to feign self-control. “That’s right. I haven’t even started to teach you the more advanced stuff. You’ve got to have the basics down before that can happen.”
“How many?” he asked, which drew Avril’s eyebrows together in confusion. So, he elaborated. “How many times do I have to make you cum before I’ll have passed?”
Her eyes flashed hotly, and a wickedly delighted grin blossomed beneath it. “We’ll say three is your passing grade.”
She should have picked a higher number.
Because if hehadproven anything over the past week, it was that he knew how to use his hands. Tess would be able to attest to that. Hell, Avril should havealreadybeen able to attest to that.
“Okay,” he said, lifting the hand he intended to send under her leggings to her lips. He didn’t need to say more. After all, he’d already received this particular lesson.
Wetter was better.
Avril took three of his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, suckling softly. It was hellishly erotic, and Liam’s cock twitched under his pants. Maybe next time, it wouldn’t be his fingers that she coated in saliva before he penetrated her.
After finishing her work, Avril pulled her head back. He relented slightly in his massage over her leggings, all so that he could slip his newly wetted fingers between her leggings’ waistband and her smooth but sizzling hot skin. Every inch lower that his fingertips dropped, the heat ramped up. Soon enough, so did her slickness.
She was sopping wet when he found her opening, which almost made his preparation feel redundant. Nevertheless, it was now time for him to see how irreparably sensitive she was.
“Ahhh,” she hissed as his fingertips glossed over her clit, miniature shudders wracking her beautiful form.
With two fingers separated from the rest, he plied her open with soft, sweeping caresses up and down her slit. She breathed more and more raggedly while he teased her, yearning for him to pick up the pace. But not yet. He didn’t yet curl in his fingers to prove he had what it took to sever the last few tethers of self-control her body possessed.
“Don’t be a jackass,” Avril growled, though he neutralized her glare by resuming the act of painting a vicious splotch of color on her neck with his teeth.
A little longer, and then he ended his torturous flitting about. Once he’d primed her for swift and total undoing, he shifted gears. Curling his finger as he started what had initially seemed to just be another lap along her opening, he stole Avril’s breath away as it finally penetrated her tight pussy.
A series of barely restrained moans clashed against her clenched teeth as his finger delved deeper into her torrid body. With some flexibility and shifting from them both, he pushed his finger up to the knuckle inside her.
From head to toe, Avril was as taut as he’d ever felt her. Her whole body oozed bliss, and her laborious breathing, especially as he began to move his finger around her insides, was an unparalleled delight.
“Get another one in there,” she pleaded, quaking rapidly as he pressed his finger’s pad against her warm walls.
She gasped as he let her have her way, bending at the waist like a reed lashed by vicious winds. Liam didn’t let her get away.
Splaying a hand against her breasts, he kept her pinned against him. Swirling his fingers around inside of her, finding her sensitive areas, her favored pressure, the tempo that would hurtle her toward euphoric madness; he utilized every morsel of knowledge and experience that he’d accrued recently. Much of it from her. It was a trend he knew they’d both want to keep going.
“You’re so fucking tight, Avril,” he whispered against her throat. “I’ve only got two fingers in you so far.”
“You can get a, unghhh, third in there whenever you want,” Avril hissed. “It’ll fit just fine.”
His eyes scraped over her throat. The hickey he’d left on her neck was like an oasis of vibrant color on a pale salt flat. The splotchy spray of red and purple gathered on her silky-smooth skin imbued him with pride. And a desire for uniformity.
“Move your hair over,” he ordered while finger-fucking the voluptuous woman. “I want to get the other side.”
In what would be a rare instance where she didn’t have any issue obeying him, Avril swept her hair toward the front of her other shoulder. Granting him complete access to her seductive body, her eagerness inflamed his self-confidence.
“You’re so damn sexy like this,” he cooed right before beginning to mark the other side of her throat.
Avril’s reply faltered in her throat for one simple reason. She’d reached the precipice of her first climax.
With her sensitive neck under assault, her sexy ass grinding against his cock, and her tight pussy practically begging for him to keep fingering it until she outright collapsed, Avril must have realized that she should have given him a more challenging test.
