See Me After Class(106)

She quivers underneath me and says, “You’re loyal. I know I can trust you.”

I lick across the valley of her breasts and move to her other nipple, which is already hard, waiting for me.

“What else?”

“You care for your students. You want to see them succeed, despite the scary-teacher front you put on.”

I nip at the side of her boob and she yelps but then hums in pleasure.

“Tell me more,” I say, moving down her stomach, to the waistband of her thong. I grip the edge with my teeth and tug on it, only to have her stop me and lift my head.

“I love that you love to pleasure me. But it’s my turn. Take your pants off, Arlo.”

“You don’t call the shots here,” I say.

“Fine, then will you please allow me to pleasure you . . . Mr. Turner?”

Fuck . . .

When she looks at me like that, says my name in a sultry, throaty voice, I can’t deny her anything.

Running my tongue over my teeth, I lift up and unbuckle my jeans. She sits up, her sexy tits swaying, tempting me, as she reaches out and undoes the zipper to my jeans. Without hesitation, she pushes them down and, as I step out of them, I watch her hand to go my erection, trapped by my black boxer briefs.

She scoots to the edge of the bed and strokes me a few times, the feel of her hand on my length a promise of what’s to come. I have so much I need to release, so much pent-up frustration and lust for this woman, that I know when the time comes, I won’t be able to hold back.

“Condoms are in my wallet,” I say, not wanting to fumble around when I’m seconds away from losing my cool.

She reaches to the side, picks my wallet from my pocket, and pulls out the condoms, which she tosses on the bed. Dropping the wallet to the floor, both of her hands fall to my boxer briefs, and I stand there, watching her every detailed move when she slowly lowers my briefs to the floor. My erection springs forward, large and yearning for her.

When she lifts up to look at me, the most satisfying expression falls over her face. Lust. Joy.

“You’re so big,” she whispers, taking me in her hand. “Arlo, I needed this so bad. I needed you.”

With hands like velvet, she slowly pumps me. It’s nothing erotic, I can barely feel her, but it’s just enough to help me grow even larger. She moves off the bed and says, “Lie down.”

I don’t move; instead, I lift her chin with my index finger and say, “I’m not coming in your mouth. Do you understand? You can play with my dick for as long as you want, but when I say I’m going to come, I better come inside you.”

“I can handle that.”

“Good.”

I lie down on the bed and watch as Greer steps between my legs and spreads them wider. I place both hands behind my head to prop me up enough to see what she’s doing. Moving her hair to one side, she places one hand on my cock, pressing it against my stomach as she tilts her head and brings her mouth to my balls.

Jesus, not what I was expecting, but it feels amazing as her tongue flicks across the sensitive skin.

“Hell, baby,” I say, the term of endearment slipping past my lips before I can stop it.

Moving lower, she sucks me into her mouth, her tongue lapping against my sack, causing my eyes to squeeze shut. I take a deep breath. Releasing me, she replays the movement three more times, and when I don’t think I can take it anymore, she moves her mouth up the length of my cock, lightly pressing kisses until she gets to the tip, where she licks my precum right before opening her mouth wide and sucking me in . . . all the way . . . until I hit the back of her throat.

“Fu-uck,” I say, clenching my jaw when she does it again, this time swallowing at the same time. “Greer, what the . . . ahh, fuck that feels so good.” My hips thrust involuntarily into her mouth and I try to control myself, but her mouth is so damn warm. So damn welcoming that I thrust again. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been given head. And then she does that again.

And again.

And . . . again.

“Greer, I’m going to come.”

She removes her mouth quickly like the good girl that she is and lifts up, leaving my cock glistening with her saliva. Standing before me, she keeps her eyes on me as she lowers her thong to the ground and steps out of it.

“I want to feel you,” she says, “bare, for just a second, but I want to feel you bare.” She climbs on top of me again and spreads herself over my cock.

Her hands fall to my stomach as she sucks in a sharp breath when her clit presses against my length.

“I’m so worked up, Arlo.” Her head tosses back and her teeth roll over her bottom lip. “I’m throbbing already. I can feel my orgasm at the base of my spine, ready to explode, just from sucking on your cock.”

“Then make yourself come. Ride me.”

She moves her hips, gliding along my length from her arousal. She sucks in a sharp breath and sighs as her fingers move up to my pecs, where they dig in, marking the skin as she glides over me, her pelvis moving fast, her body turning flush, her nipples impossibly hard.

I take her in—the sweat on her brow, the way her beautiful, luscious hair sways with her thrusts, the way her tits are pushed together from the position of her hands.

So goddamn sexy.

Easily the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.

“Yes, yes,” she chants, her grip on me growing tighter and tighter. “Oh, yes, Arlo.” Her head falls back, her mouth parts, and her hips skyrocket into overdrive as a long, loud moan falls past her lips.