See Me After Class(107)

She comes, humping my cock, the act so erotic, so satisfying, that I need to be inside her . . . now.

I roll her to the side while she catches her breath, find the condoms, and quickly sheath myself.

“Are you ready for me?”

Her legs fall open and her head tilts to the side. “Please, I want you inside me now.”

Restraint gone, I brace myself at her hips, and I position my cock at her entrance. Slowly, I insert myself, letting her adjust inch by inch until I’m fully inside her. Then I pause.

Her eyes find mine, our expressions connect, and an unspoken knowledge transpires between us.

We fit perfectly.

She was made for me.

I was made for her.

Swallowing hard, trying not to sound desperate, I keep my eyes trained on hers when I honestly say, “It’s never felt like this.”

She licks her lips. “Not for me, either.”

“It’s never been this warm, this tight, this . . . perfect. Fuck, you’re perfect, Greer.”

“I don’t want you to move, not yet.” Her hand comes up to the back of my head and she brings my mouth down to hers. “I just want to feel you inside me. Just for a few seconds.”

“Anything you want,” I say, desperation to be closer to this woman consuming me. “Anything you goddamn want, Greer.” I press my mouth against hers and we spend the next few minutes exploring each other’s mouths while we stay connected in the most intimate way possible.

Coming over here tonight, I never expected to feel this overpowering sense to claim her like this. To mark her as mine and no one else’s. But as I lie here, cock deep inside of her, I know for damn sure I’m not letting go.

She’s mine.

Her tongue dances with mine, twirling and seductively twisting. It doesn’t feel like enough. I don’t feel like I can get closer but I need to.

“More,” I whisper, dragging my mouth to her cheek and down her neck. “I need more, Greer.”

“Me too,” she says, arching her back when I cup her breast. I pull my hips back and then quickly thrust into her. “Oh God,” she moans, her body tensing against mine. “Again.”

“You okay?”

“Perfect. More, Arlo.”

I drag my tongue up her neck and then thrust again, this time harder, the feeling so delicious that it sends a shockwave through my groin, unleashing the inner beast inside of me. Everything around us fades, and I’m pulsing so fast that I can barely catch my breath.

“Jesus,” I say heavily, my legs starting to turn numb. “Greer, it’s so fucking good.”

“Yes,” she whispers, only for her voice to grow louder and louder with every thrust. “Yes, Arlo, yes. Oh my God, Arlo . . . I’m . . . ahhh.” She tenses under me as she cries out in pleasure, her pussy clenching my cock so hard that it almost feels unbearably difficult to keep thrusting.

She convulses beneath me and I ride out her orgasm, pushing harder and harder, my own pleasure taking over as I fall into a numbing abyss.

“Oh shit . . . ahhh, fuck, Greer.” My balls tighten, pressure builds in my spine, I bite down on her shoulder, and I come.

My orgasm rips through me like a blazing fire, burning up every nerve ending, blacking out my vision, and sending me into another world as I come over and over again inside her.

“Mother . . . fucker,” I breathe out heavily, only to collapse on top of her.

Greer’s arms wrap around me and she holds me tight, her hand caressing my back.

Her lips find the side of my cheek, then my cheekbone, then my lips, where I kiss her back. Fierce, claiming her all over again, showing her now through my affection what this means to me. How important this moment is.

“Greer,” I say in between kisses and trying to catch my breath.

“Yes?”

“I don’t think I can leave, even if you kicked me out.”

“Good, I was planning on you staying. I even bought you a toothbrush.”

I lift up. “Really?”

She smiles up at me. “Really.”

I stroke her cheek softly with the backs of my fingers. “You’re so beautiful, just like this, freshly fucked, no makeup, marked as mine . . . so damn beautiful.”

“Yours?”

“All mine.”

“I like that sound of that, Mr. Turner.”

Growling, I dip my mouth against her neck and get ready for round two.





“How do you feel?” I ask. Greer is between my legs, against my chest as I lean against the headboard. I have my arms around her and she’s wearing my shirt. We just spent the last four hours fucking.

Slow.

Hard.

We watched each other masturbate. I came before her, and I don’t even fucking care. I couldn’t hold back, not after seeing her like that, legs spread, her hand doing all the work.

We even fucked on her dining room table, which resulted in breaking it. I promised to buy her a new one.

“Exhausted and full.”

After we caught our breath, we ordered some subs, and while we waited, we took a shower and she gave me the best head of my entire life, only for me to return the favor while she was trying to dry off.

Because . . . because it was Greer. Spectacular, bewitching Greer.

“What about you?” she asks.