The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(84)

“I wanted to ask you out,” he said, “I just want to-”

I kissed him mid-sentence. At first, I thought he would try to fight me off, but he leaned into it and accepted my advances passionately.

“We shouldn’t,” he said lightly pushing me away.

“You’re right, it’s a good thing we aren’t,” I said while I rubbed his inner thigh.

He squirmed in his seat, but not in a discomforted way. I was surprised at the new me that was taking over. My head was screaming for me to stop, but every other part of my body yearned for me to continue. My body needed this.

I massaged his member outside his pants; he was getting harder with each rub. He pulled me in closer for a kiss which I cherished. The tenderness of his lips and the eagerness of which he gave them to me was turning me on more.

His arms wrapped around my skinny torso and he ran his hand along the small of my back. I leaned down and unzipped his zipper to free his throbbing member. With a light tug, it revealed itself to me.

I ran my hand up and down his shaft, and he leaned his body back, letting out light moans of pleasure with each stroke. I took his free hand and moved it between my legs. He did as I wanted and rubbed his hand up and along my freshly shaven slit.

Then I took him inside my mouth, as much of it as I could. His salty juices were already starting to flow from the tip, and I lapped them up.

He undid my tight jeans and forced his hand down inside. His fingers made round motions around my clit, and I could feel my panties starting to soak.

I bobbed on his rock hard manhood for a few more strokes before I leaned back and shoved off my bottoms. He did the same.

He looked at my bare womanhood, licking his lips. In a quick motion he bore down on my dripping wet sex; playing excitedly with every part of me.

His tongue flicked over my clit in wonderful circles that shot waves of pleasure through my head. I thought I might burst from the sensation alone, but it seemed he had other plans.

He tugged at the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my tiny breasts and nipples for his enjoyment. I felt a little shy, but wanted him to see, so I opened my legs a little wider and arched my back.

He crawled along the seat, stealing another kiss from my lips. I could feel him rubbing his beast along my wetness. He wasted no time and pushed himself into me with a forceful lunge. It had been a long time since I had felt the sensation of another person entering me, and I was glad it was him doing it.

His member pulled me apart, and I relished every inch. I moaned loudly, and this just turned him on more. I could feel him throb from inside.

Then he began to pump, exiting, and entering me. He began to get rough, and I liked it. With every thrust, he came in a little harder. I wrapped my hands around his neck so that I wouldn’t fly away. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled himself into me as far as he could.

My body ached with passion, and sensations I’d never felt before were flooding me from my head to my fingertips. I started feeling all tingly while he continued his onslaught of passionate thrusting.

I felt it small at first, and then it became a cascading wave of sensation. My body tensed and my toes curled. He wasn’t far behind; I could feel his body tighten, pulling me in for one final thrust before releasing himself inside.

When my orgasm finally stopped, I realized I hadn’t taken a breath in more than a minute and felt incredibly winded. He pulled himself out, slowly.

“Looks like we’ll need to practice if we’re going to make the playoffs,” I said, jokingly.

“Which one of us is the coach,” he asked.

“I’ll take your tips anytime,” I said.

He rolled his eyes and fell atop me for another kiss. We didn’t leave our little perch until the sun started peaking over the horizon. My body was sore and bruised and satisfied.



6.

I wanted to see him almost immediately after he dropped me off at my house. I wanted to go home with him and forget I was a student. I wanted to forget that he was more than ten years older than I was, but all these things kept wracking my head with guilt.

I didn’t want to get him fired for sleeping with a student, which was a possibility if anyone found out.

The day passed by miserably, I stared at my phone wishing that he’d call me with the number I had left with him. He didn’t call.

When I woke up the next morning I did my best to stay casual but I couldn’t, I needed to see him again.

There was a good chance he would be back at the practice field with the team, so that would be the best place to start.

I put on some of my new clothes and rushed out the front door. When I got out there, I saw his car already parked on the street corner, with him waiting inside.

I happily danced my way to the passenger side.

“Sandy, we can’t do this,” he said.

I was shocked to hear the words; I had wanted to spend another afternoon together.

“Why,” I questioned.

“Because I’m a teacher, and you’re a student. I can’t be more than that. Please understand.”

“I can’t understand why you would want to turn away something that feels so right,” I said.

He looked at me and let out another long drawn out sigh.

“You know, you really are the right person at the wrong time,” he said.

I could feel myself welling up with tears as he said it. I leaned into the passenger door and pried it open.