in the teacher’s lounge, but today he hadn’t been able to summon the energy to walk down the hall.
“Doesn’t look like you’ve made much progress.” She pointed to the large stack of unmarked essays on his desk.
“Can’t seem to concentrate.”
“Join the club. My head’s been in the clouds all day. Last night was hell. The bed seemed so cold and empty without your big, strong,” she paused for effect, glancing down at the front of his pants, “arms around me.”
He laughed at her sexy teasing. He’d been lonely too. Tossing and turning, he’d spent most of the night wishing he could lose himself in her sweet body again. “Keep talking like that and I’ll toss you up on that desk.”
“Promises, promises. Actually, I’m here to see if you want to come to dinner tonight.”
“As long as you’re the appetizer, main course and dessert.” He placed a hand on her back, guiding her out of the room. “Hurry. I’m starving.”
* * * * *
The second they entered her house, Jon shut the door behind them. With firm hands on her shoulders, he pushed her to her knees.
She looked up at him, surprise warring with longing in her gaze.
“Suck me,” he demanded, painfully aware of his cold, demanding tone. Taking a deep breath, he struggled to add “please” in a kinder voice.
She gave him a sweet, nervous smile and reached up to unfasten his trousers. Again he fought the demons clamoring to get out, overwhelmed by the desire to bury himself deep in her throat.
She pulled out his hard erection. He groaned when her tongue lightly swiped her lower lip as she looked at him. He ran his fingers through her wavy hair and pulled her toward him.
Just as she was about to take him inside her mouth, he tilted her head upward, forcing her to look at his face. With a questioning glance, she paused.
“I can’t…I need…” He wasn’t sure how to express what he wanted in words, but Carly seemed to understand. She leaned forward and engulfed his turgid flesh in her hot, wet mouth.
Without so much as a kiss or soft touch, he fucked her mouth. It was as if he truly believed she could suck every bit of darkness out of him. He felt her fighting against his fast pace and deep thrusts. She’d never given a blowjob like this before.
“Open your throat,” he said.
She gagged slightly and he eased up. “You can do this, Carly. I need you to do this. Please.”
His words seemed to work their way into her psyche and when he thrust in again, she took him to the hilt as the head of his erection brushed the back of her throat.
“That’s it, baby. Oh God, that feels so good.”
Words escaped him as he continued to pound into her sweet, hot mouth. Carly worked his cock like a pro. He felt her hiss as his fingers tightened in her hair. He was hurting her, but he couldn’t seem to loosen his grip. Glancing down, he sensed she liked the edge of pain. She reached out to grasp his balls in one of her hands and it was his turn to hiss as she squeezed. The pleasure and pain of the act was the catalyst he needed as his cock exploded, spraying the back of her throat with what felt like a ton of hot semen.
“Drink it,” he demanded. “God, take it all. Take it all.” Carly complied and for several seconds, she simply held him in her mouth as he struggled to come back to earth.
The second he regained his senses, shame threatened to swallow him whole and he carried her to her bed.
“Oh Blue Eyes,” he murmured, his voice betraying his remorse and regret. “Jesus, I didn’t mean to use you like that.”
Carly giggled. “That was so incredibly hot. Dammit, Jon, you make me feel wicked and wild. I love it.”
He grinned at her enthusiastic response. “Still, I think I owe you one.”
“Or two,” she teased. “Or maybe three or four. I was pretty good down there.”
He laughed but took care with her, desperate to make up for the roughness of his previous effort. He made love to her gently, covering her
“Doesn’t look like you’ve made much progress.” She pointed to the large stack of unmarked essays on his desk.
“Can’t seem to concentrate.”
“Join the club. My head’s been in the clouds all day. Last night was hell. The bed seemed so cold and empty without your big, strong,” she paused for effect, glancing down at the front of his pants, “arms around me.”
He laughed at her sexy teasing. He’d been lonely too. Tossing and turning, he’d spent most of the night wishing he could lose himself in her sweet body again. “Keep talking like that and I’ll toss you up on that desk.”
“Promises, promises. Actually, I’m here to see if you want to come to dinner tonight.”
“As long as you’re the appetizer, main course and dessert.” He placed a hand on her back, guiding her out of the room. “Hurry. I’m starving.”
* * * * *
The second they entered her house, Jon shut the door behind them. With firm hands on her shoulders, he pushed her to her knees.
She looked up at him, surprise warring with longing in her gaze.
“Suck me,” he demanded, painfully aware of his cold, demanding tone. Taking a deep breath, he struggled to add “please” in a kinder voice.
She gave him a sweet, nervous smile and reached up to unfasten his trousers. Again he fought the demons clamoring to get out, overwhelmed by the desire to bury himself deep in her throat.
She pulled out his hard erection. He groaned when her tongue lightly swiped her lower lip as she looked at him. He ran his fingers through her wavy hair and pulled her toward him.
Just as she was about to take him inside her mouth, he tilted her head upward, forcing her to look at his face. With a questioning glance, she paused.
“I can’t…I need…” He wasn’t sure how to express what he wanted in words, but Carly seemed to understand. She leaned forward and engulfed his turgid flesh in her hot, wet mouth.
Without so much as a kiss or soft touch, he fucked her mouth. It was as if he truly believed she could suck every bit of darkness out of him. He felt her fighting against his fast pace and deep thrusts. She’d never given a blowjob like this before.
“Open your throat,” he said.
She gagged slightly and he eased up. “You can do this, Carly. I need you to do this. Please.”
His words seemed to work their way into her psyche and when he thrust in again, she took him to the hilt as the head of his erection brushed the back of her throat.
“That’s it, baby. Oh God, that feels so good.”
Words escaped him as he continued to pound into her sweet, hot mouth. Carly worked his cock like a pro. He felt her hiss as his fingers tightened in her hair. He was hurting her, but he couldn’t seem to loosen his grip. Glancing down, he sensed she liked the edge of pain. She reached out to grasp his balls in one of her hands and it was his turn to hiss as she squeezed. The pleasure and pain of the act was the catalyst he needed as his cock exploded, spraying the back of her throat with what felt like a ton of hot semen.
“Drink it,” he demanded. “God, take it all. Take it all.” Carly complied and for several seconds, she simply held him in her mouth as he struggled to come back to earth.
The second he regained his senses, shame threatened to swallow him whole and he carried her to her bed.
“Oh Blue Eyes,” he murmured, his voice betraying his remorse and regret. “Jesus, I didn’t mean to use you like that.”
Carly giggled. “That was so incredibly hot. Dammit, Jon, you make me feel wicked and wild. I love it.”
He grinned at her enthusiastic response. “Still, I think I owe you one.”
“Or two,” she teased. “Or maybe three or four. I was pretty good down there.”
He laughed but took care with her, desperate to make up for the roughness of his previous effort. He made love to her gently, covering her
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