Текст книги "Inflame"
Автор книги: Tessa Teevan
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Chapter 5
Lucy
WHEN KALE called, I’d just barely had enough time to get home, change, and start in on my Zumba DVD. I wasn’t exactly surprised when I heard his voice on the other line. The heated, albeit surprised, look in his eyes when I’d said I wasn’t looking for a relationship hadn’t gone without notice, and I figured I’d be hearing from him sooner or later.
The end of the school year is right around the corner, and after Eric, a good old-fashioned summer fling sounds like the perfect way to spend my time off. I usually pack up and head to Florida to work in the family restaurant my mom and stepdad, Steve, own, but earlier this spring, they had a massive hurricane blow through. Their place received so much damage that they had to close, and they don’t think they’ll be back open until mid-summer. Mom told me not to worry about it, to just spend my summer back up here. I think she basically knew I’d get in the way, and I understand that. Still, Mom and I are close, and I hate that she’s going through this stress, but if anyone can get her through it, it’s Steve.
Checking my Garmin, I realize I’m at my destination. I study the house as I pull into the driveway. It’s a one-story ranch, a light tan color with dark green shutters. It’s cute and nothing like my small, cramped, two-bedroom apartment with a living room barely big enough for me to do my exercise videos in.
I flip down the visor to make sure that my eyeliner isn’t smudged, and that my lip gloss is fresh. Once I’m satisfied, I slip out of my car, smooth out my plaid skirt, and make my way up to the front door. I’m about to ring the bell when the door swings open and Kale leans against the doorjamb, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s checking me out. Try not to judge me, but while I love the buzz Channing gives me, I’m longing for something hard and thick to get me off, preferably with the ability to thrust on its own.
I realize I chose this outfit perfectly because Kale’s licking his lips as his eyes sweep down my body. Okay, so I may be playing on his fantasy with my black-and-white plaid skirt. I have my best push-up bra on because I’m definitely not blessed in the breast department, and Victoria Secret’s been my best friend since I graduated high school. My black blouse is buttoned up just to the bottom of my breasts, and the lace of my camisole I’m wearing underneath is barely covering my chest. My black boots cover my legs all the way up to my lower thighs, making it so there are only a few inches of skin you can see. That doesn’t seem to bother him though, seeing as how he can’t take his eyes off them.
You’re probably thinking I look a little more like a sexy student, right? I used to think the same thing until I Googled dirty teacher porn. It’s practically the same thing, except for the teacher, you throw on a pair of rimmed glasses and forget the pigtails, and if you’re feeling extra frisky, you add a ruler. I figure Kale and I need a few nights together before we get to the whole spanking thing.
While he’s taking me in, I decide to check him out just as shamelessly. I wasn’t wrong when I assumed that he has a hard body. Dark, stone-washed jeans lie low on his hips, and a gray muscle t-shirt hugs every single ridge and outline of his toned torso. His arms, while ripped, aren’t huge, and I’m a-okay with that. Overly muscular guys give me the heebies. Nope, Kale’s the perfect amount of tone and tightness, and when I look up at his face, the hot look of desire in his eyes has wet heat flooding in between my legs. Thank principals for Bring Your Daddy to School Day. He has a slight five-o’clock shadow that’s extremely sexy, and for a split second, I think about his face between my legs, the roughness pressed up against me.
Suddenly he breaks out into a wide smile, and those dimples deepen. “Come on in, Ms. Dawson. I’ve been waiting for you,” he confesses, and while I’d normally think that phrase would sound creepy, it has the opposite effect coming from Kale. Like he’s Dracula and he’s hypnotizing me, forcing my legs to move towards him. Before I cross the threshold, I catch my bearings and remember that Dracula was a creep. Definitely not of the Salvatore variety. I take a step back, and he frowns at me.
“My best friend Charlie knows exactly where I am. I texted her your address and told her to check in. If I don’t answer, she’ll know something’s up and come kick your ass. She can do that. I’ve seen her do that whole kickboxing thing and take men down,” I say quickly, realizing I probably sound like a paranoid lunatic.
Kale laughs as he crosses his arms, staring at me. “Charlie? Charlie Davenport, Charlie?”
I feel my eyes widen. She knows this guy? Screw her for keeping him a secret. “Yes, Charlie Davenport. You know her? She’s one of my best friends. We were roommates in college and both ended up in Clarksville.”
He steps out onto the porch, not stopping until he’s directly in front of me. Even with my boots, I have to look up at him. “If you know Charlie and Charlie knows you’re here, then you definitely don’t have anything to worry about. She’s knocked me flat on my ass more times than I can count,” he informs me, his eyes dancing at the memory.
There’s something extremely sexy about a guy who can admit that a girl can take him down, and I’m starting to feel more than comfortable staying in tonight. Truth be told, I figured this would be the case. I’m not really dressed for a night on the town. Before I can respond, I can hear my phone ringing. Charlie’s first check-in, I’m sure.
When I dig out my phone, I see that I’m right. Signaling one second and mouthing, “I’m sorry,” I walk to the edge of the porch.
“Hello?” I whisper, hushed, trying to be as quiet as possible.
“Lucy? I can barely hear you. Why the hell are you whispering?” Charlie asks, not sounding worried at all.
To be fair, she’s been my go-to emergency date-breaker ever since Noah, my college boyfriend, and I broke up and I decided to sow my wild oats. I was twenty-four when he unceremoniously dumped me, something we’d both known was coming. I’ve been relationshipless ever since. Poor girl has gotten me out of quite a few predicaments, and I start to feel slightly embarrassed that she’s probably expecting this one to be a failure.
“I’m fine. I just don’t want him to hear me,” I tell her, raising my voice just a little. Looking back, I see Kale leaning against his house, watching me curiously. “Hey, I have a question.”
She completely ignores that last little bit. “Him who? You never did tell me his name. Is he hot? Is he notch worthy? Possible boyfriend material?”
I laugh on that last one. She knows I have no interest in that, but ever since she and her boyfriend Drew starting talking about marriage, she’s been relentless in trying to set me up with husband-worthy men. Not a single one of them has panned out.
“You tell me what you think, Charlie,” I say cryptically, curious to know what she thinks about Kale Montgomery.
“What the hell does that mean? Do you need me to pick you up or something? I thought I warned you to always drive yourself to these first meetings? It’s not safe, Lucy,” she lectures, but I cut her off.
“First of all, this is the third time we’ve been together. Second, yes, Mom, I drove myself, and no, I don’t need a ride. Apparently, you and mystery boy are already acquainted.”
Her voice rises in pitch upon learning that news. “What? Who? Is it someone from the University? I don’t think Drew has any more friends I could possibly introduce you to, so I’m at a loss. Spill it, Luce,” she begs.
“Kale. Kale Montgomery. Please, dear God, tell me you know him and he’s not just some creep who knew exactly who you were the moment I mentioned my boxing friend Charlie.”
She starts laughing, and I have no idea why. I turn towards Kale, who’s looking at me in amusement.
“Why the hell are you laughing?” Rolling my eyes, I can only imagine her face right now. Bright red and probably wiping away tears as she chuckles at my expense.
“Yeah, Lucy, I know Kale. That makes me feel so much better about your being with him. You know, I don’t know why I never thought of it before, because you two would be absolutely perfect for each other. Seriously. He’s so much better suited for you than any of Drew’s stuffy university friends.”
Scoffing, I shake my head, lowering my voice again. “Charlie, you know it’s not like that,” I say through gritted teeth. “I just figured I’d get the scoop. So he’s a safe one?”
“I don’t know that I’d say that, but as far as you ending up in a hole in the basement? That won’t happen with Kale. Unless, you know, you’re into that kind of kink.” Snickering, she gives me a few words of encouragement before getting off the phone. As much as I want to flip off my phone, I’m grateful to know that he really isn’t some creep job I was preparing to have hot, sweaty, teacher-fantasy sex with.
When I walk back towards him, he lifts his eyebrows up at me. Leaning down, his lips find my ear. “Do I pass the test, Ms. Dawson?” I shudder as his breath tickles my ear but silently miss the closeness when he pulls away, his eyes watching mine.
Standing up straight, I square my shoulders and look directly at him. “As with any challenging test worth a damn, there are multiple parts, each with a different format. I am pleased to inform you that you’ve successfully completed part one.”
I’ve never done the whole role-play thing, and it feels really sexy pretending to be something I’m not. Come to think of it, can this really be role-play since I am a teacher? I tell myself that I’ll allow it, knowing I’m definitely not like this in a real classroom.
Taking my hand, he leads me into the house, and this time, I don’t hesitate. He closes the door behind me, and suddenly my back’s pushed up against it. Kale’s hands are on the door behind me, and he’s staring down at me, the playboy grin gone from his face and is replaced with a hungry look. He presses his body up against mine, and I feel it. I know what he’s doing, and it’s working. He’s hard—unbelievably, undeniably hard—pushed against my belly, and my pussy is on fire, chanting loudly, “Insert here, Insert here, Insert here!” Unfortunately, his dick doesn’t seem to understand pussy mind speak. He still hasn’t impaled me yet and it's driving me and my impatient lady parts crazy—and hopefully him, too.
Slow the fuck down, Lucy. At least let the guy kiss you first before you start ripping his clothes off.
I’m trying to calm myself down when I notice that he’s moving in for the kill. I’d say about freaking time, but in reality, we’ve been together a whole five minutes. My breathing changes, quickening as I watch his lips come towards mine, and my eyes instinctively close the moment I feel them press against my mouth. The kiss is hungry, hot, and it’s not long before I feel my lips part, my tongue darting out to demand entrance. I can feel a slow smile spread over his face, and instead of playing an adult version of tonsil hockey with me, he pulls away, leaving me panting, wanting more, so much more. All of a sudden, my favorite BOB is looking pretty damn lacking right about now.
Instead of looking up at him, I stare straight at his chest, trying to calm my racing heart. Call me whatever you want. Slut. Whore. Hooker. Harlot. Tramp. Floozy. Skank. Hussy. Whatever. I seriously couldn’t care less what moniker you want to give me if it means I’m in bed with this guy in two minutes flat. Call me Loosie freaking Lou if you want. Because right now, I want nothing more than to wrap my legs around his waist, pull his dick out of his jeans, and drive myself down on him, riding him wildly.
A hand cups my cheek, drawing my face up so that I’m looking at him. His deep brown eyes are liquid pools of chocolate, waiting to erupt, devouring me in the process. Without saying a word, he brings a hand down from the door and wastes no time cupping my breast. I silently hope he’s not one of those ‘I want a handful’ types of guys, because that’s definitely not what he’s going to get. He doesn’t seem to mind, and I watch as he moves from one breast to the other before he settles in between my cleavage, a lone finger making a trail across my skin. I’m frozen solid, not moving save for my chest as I take in deep breaths, trying not to overheat from how much he’s turning me on. Slowly, his finger slides over my breasts, down my stomach, and past my waist. His eyes are on mine the entire time his hand makes its exploration, and he pauses momentarily when his hand lands on my thigh, millimeters below the bottom of my skirt.
Seeing as how we’ve spent all of sixty minutes together total, I should probably stop him, but I don’t want to. He seems to notice, and slowly, his hand slides up my thigh, under my skirt, up, up, up, until he’s cupping my sex. My bare, soaking-freaking-wet sex. His eyes widen when he realizes I’m sans panties, and for a moment, I swear the heavens are singing, ready for me to finally reach climax. With one quick swipe on my clit, he teases me then pulls his hand out of my skirt. Standing up straight, he smooths down my clothes.
“And that, Ms. Dawson? How was part two?” He’s grinning down at me, and it’s cocky as hell. As much as I want him to throw me over his shoulder and have his way with me, I find my wits and draw up every part of wannabe sex vixen Lucy Dawson.
“Part two? Oh, you’re getting ahead of yourself, Montgomery. You came extremely close, but in the end, you didn’t successfully fill a single bubble. Better luck next time.”
With that, I pat him on the cheek, move around him, and walk down the hall, knowing he’s watching my ass the whole entire time.
Chapter 6
Kale
DIDN’T EVEN fill a fucking bubble. I want to laugh at her, loving how much she’s fulfilling my teacher fantasy, but not a single bubble? I know it’s not exactly a hole, but shouldn’t the clit count for at least five points? I’ve received A pluses with all my clit play, and I’ll be damned if Lucy Dawson hurts my perfect record.
I’m not sure where she thinks she’s going, so I follow her down the hall. Finding her in my kitchen, I watch as she rummages through my refrigerator just making herself at home. She’s bent over, and I can see her ass sticking out. My cock spasms at the memory of feeling her bare pussy under that sexy-as-hell skirt.
“What are you doing, Lucy?” I ask, reverting back to normal, knowing we might as well get to know each other a little before jumping right into the sack. Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about come and dump, but something about Lucy lets me know that she’s worthy of a little more than that. She’s sassy, sweet, sarcastic. Exactly the kind of chick I like to hang out with.
She almost breaks my heart when she stands up, her skirt covering her sweet ass. “Well, I’m assuming we’re not going out, and I just worked my ass off dancing to Latin songs in my living room. My stomach’s about to eat itself, and I assure you, that won’t be a pleasant experience. Therefore, I’m raiding your fridge, seeing what I can make.”
To be honest, I planned on us going out to grab a bite to eat before hitting the sheets, but when she showed up on my porch wearing that sexy outfit, I knew there was no way I was taking her out in public.
“We’ll order takeout,” I tell her, keeping it plain and simple.
“Maybe I don’t want takeout,” she replies, challenging me. She places a small hand on her hip, jutting it out, waiting for me to respond. I can see the cute, brown freckle on the tip of her nose, and she bites her lower lip as she tries to suppress a grin.
“Maybe you’re in my home and we’ll do what I damn well please,” I growl, trying to gauge just how far I can push her buttons.
Her eyes grow wide, and I don’t miss the way she shifts and clamps her thighs together. Oh yeah, Ms. Lucy Dawson seems to love a little bit of ordering around. This could be fun.
After crossing the kitchen, I grip her hips, pushing her back until she’s pressed up against the counter. Her wet, pink tongue darts out of her mouth as she licks her lips. It takes every ounce of strength not to lean down and caress it with my own. When she tried to pry my lips open earlier, I didn’t allow it, knowing that I should at least feed her before throwing her into my bed. If I’d let her deepen the kiss, all bets would’ve been off, so instead, I’ve been rocking a hard dick for the last five minutes. Her eyes haven’t moved from mine, and I know she’s waiting to see what I’m going to do. In the end, I surprise her by doing nothing.
I let the moment pass and head to the freezer, pulling out a bottle of cinnamon whiskey. Lucy watches as I grab two double shot glasses, filling each to the brim. When I hand one to her, she cocks an eyebrow at me.
“You know there’s no need to liquor me up, Kale. We’re both adults here, and well, my coming over here dressed like this? Pretty much means I’m a sure thing.”
Shaking my head, I’m beginning to realize she’s not one to hold back. I like that in a woman. I’ve never been a mind reader, and it’s refreshing to have someone be boldly honest.
“As much as I’d love to take advantage of a sexy teacher, I’m not trying to liquor you up. Scout’s honor.”
She eyes me suspiciously when she sees that I can’t figure out the proper Scout’s salute. “Why do I find it hard to believe that you were ever a Boy Scout?”
I grin back at her and shrug. “Boy Scouts, badass Army soldier? Either way, I promise. I just want to toast. To new friendships.”
A wicked smile crosses her lips, and I want to kiss it right off her face. “Friendships, eh? Okay, Kale. To new…umm, friendships.”
She raises her glass, and we clink them together, the chime sounding loudly in the otherwise silent room. We watch each other as we down our shots, and she winces at the burn rolling down her throat. I grab both glasses and set them on the kitchen counter, enjoying the same burning sensation in my chest as the whiskey flows through me. I meant what I said. I’m not trying to liquor her up by any means, but in my experience, a little bit of alcohol can take the edge off a one-night stand. My stomach grumbles, and I decide to get back to the matter at hand.
“You want to cook?”
She looks like she’s trying to figure out what to say, and I’m waiting for her to say yes, despite my earlier command. Instead, she shakes her head then shrugs. “I’m in your home. We’ll do what you want. But tit for tat, Kale. Same rules apply when you’re in mine.”
Grinning, I move away to grab the pile of takeout menus off the top of the refrigerator. “So you’re expecting that I’ll be visiting your place, are you, Lucy?” I tease.
Her eyes sweep over my body, and once again, my cock strains against my jeans as she licks her lips. “That remains to be determined. We’ll see how good you are at…filling in those bubbles,” she says, shooting me a sexy wink.
If it weren’t for the fact that she’s Lily’s teacher—and that she seems like a chick I can see myself being friends with—I’d throw her over my shoulder and slip into her hot, drenched pussy, fucking her relentlessly as I call her Ms. Dawson.
Instead, I just shake my head, muttering, “Always hated those fucking Scantrons,” and she cracks up laughing. I turn to glare at her, and she gives me a seductive smile.
“Really? Why’s that, Kale? Did it take too much work filling in that one little bubble?” she purrs, causing me to drop the menus. It’s obvious she’s not going to let this go until I prove it. What Lucy Dawson is about to find out is that I can fill in A, B, C, D, and fucking E.
As I stalk towards her, she stands her ground, lifting her chin as if she’s challenging me to finally take this test. When I reach her, my hand comes up to cup her jaw and I lean down, pressing my lips against hers. She wraps her arms around my neck. As she pushes her hips into my groin, I feel her tongue against my lips, and this time, I part them, darting mine out to meet hers. It’s like an explosion of lust the moment they touch, and suddenly I’m lifting her up into my arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.
With my hands now firmly planted under her skirt on her bare ass, our kissing continues, and I can feel Lucy’s hips moving, trying to get a little friction against me. I slide one hand up towards her pussy, letting a finger give her one long stroke. She moans against my mouth, and I immediately start walking towards the bedroom, hoping to God I don’t crash us into any walls. I should pull away, making sure that we get there in one piece, but her tongue’s tangling with mine as if she’s trying to do that damn cherry knot trick, and I can’t bring myself to stop her.
We make it to my bedroom with only one minor mishap that has me stopping our kisses, but the way she pulls my hair when I start to remove myself from her lips has me crashing them back down on hers. I’m about to drop her down on the bed when she finally tears herself away, leaning back and looking at me. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is ragged. I can’t help that my eyes travel south to where her chest is heaving, and I watch as her breasts rise and fall with every breath.
“Kale, I don’t—” she says, but I decide to cut her off, having heard this same speech before. The thing is, I don’t care. Past is the past, and all I care about right now is getting between her legs, her writhing on the bed, unable to get enough.
Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine, effectively shutting her up. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I know, I know. You don’t normally do this. I’ll let you be a bad girl tonight. Your secret’s safe with me,” I tell her in between kisses, and I’m taken aback when she pulls away from me and grabs my face with both of her hands.
She glares at me, and I can’t tell if it’s mocking or not. “Fuck you, Kale.” I’m about to say, “Please do,” but she keeps going. “I’m no innocent little good girl. That’s not where I was going. What I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted me, was that I don’t have sex without a condom. You know, just putting it out there before we get in over our heads here,” she informs me with a smirk.
You know those moments where you think, Where have you been all my life? This could’ve been one of those. Lucy Dawson is unapologetically sexual, and I can already tell I’m going to have a hard time getting enough.
“All right then, bad girl. You have nothing to worry about. I always wrap it up. Even if I’m in over my head, a condom always covers that one,” I say, repeating her words.
Apparently done with the conversation, Lucy loosens her legs and slides down my body. When she lifts my t-shirt, I allow her to slide it up until she can’t reach anymore. Grabbing the hem, I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it on the ground. Lucy’s hands are placed firmly on my chest, and she slides them down as she feels my muscular torso. Just like they did when she checked me out for the first time, her eyes take in every single inch of my bare skin as her hands trace over every hard ridge.
“Impressive,” she tells me, her eyes reaching mine, looking appreciative of the sight before her.
When her hand comes to the waistband of my jeans, her fingers make quick work of unbuttoning them. She slides the zipper down, and I inhale sharply when her small hand slips into my boxer briefs and she grips my erection.
She looks up at me, a playful smile crossing her lips. “Just checking to make sure there wasn’t some unforeseen reason why you’re so opposed to those Scantrons. But now I see the problem. You don’t exactly have the right equipment.”
The hell I don’t. I grab her other hand and bring it to the outside of my jeans, forcing her to feel all of me with both hands. “Not sure what kind of equipment you’ve been experimenting with, Lucy, but I guarantee I have more than enough to fill in every single fucking bubble.”
She takes her hand out of my boxers and slides it around my back, pulling my ass into her. My hard dick’s pressed against her waist, and she looks up at me. “Exactly, Montgomery. Those ‘fucking Scantrons’ only work with pencil, and well, you definitely don’t qualify.”
I shake my head as I realize what she’s saying, and I’m pretty sure my cock swells, knowing it just got a pretty damn good compliment. This innuendo is turning me on, and I’m more than ready to be inside her.
Her hands come back around my waist and push my jeans down. I step out of them when they land at my feet. I’m left in nothing but my black boxer briefs and looking at Lucy, who is still completely dressed, sexy as hell in her dirty schoolteacher outfit. I’m happy as hell she came prepared sans panties. I want to bend her over and fuck her while she’s still in that skirt and those boots, and she’s already done her part in giving me easy access.
She takes a step back, and her eyes rake over me. As she sucks in her bottom lip, she eyes me approvingly. As sexy as I find her in that outfit, I want to see a little more skin, so I close the distance between us. Bringing my hands up to her top, I watch her eyes as I slowly unfasten each button, more than ready to see her bare skin. After I push the shirt off her shoulders, it falls to the floor. I’m slightly disappointed when I see a black lacy tank top still covering her. It doesn’t matter. It’s just one more layer to enjoy peeling off.
My hands move to her tiny waist, and I slip them beneath the thin material. My thumbs rub the skin on her back, but apparently Ms. Dawson’s feeling impatient, because she brings her own hands up and quickly removes the tank top. My eyes falls to the black lacy bra that barely contains her breasts.
As I watch them rise and fall with each anticipating breath, my hands slide up her back until they reach the clasp of her bra, undoing it with one flick. I use one hand to pull it off her and nearly groan watching as I uncover her perky tits. I can’t wait to get my hands, my mouth, my teeth on her hard, pink nipples, but apparently she has other plans. Lucy’s hands move to the waistband of her skirt, and she hooks her thumbs in preparation to take it off. I stop her.
“Leave it, Ms. Dawson,” I request, still wanting her to stay in the skirt and boots so I can continue this naughty-teacher scenario.
Her eyes darken with lust at my request, and she does as I’ve asked. I tighten my grip around her so our bare chests are touching skin to skin. Wrapping a hand up in her hair, I bring my lips down to hers again, kissing her hungrily. The feel of her pebbled nipples against my chest has my dick roaring, ready to make my exploration of her body. Her hands stroke my back until they fall to my ass, and her hands slide into my boxers, her fingers gripping me.
“Time for you to lose these,” she whispers against my lips.
Pushing her back towards the bed, I don’t stop until her legs hit the edge of it. “We’ve got time, baby,” I tell her, but I know I’m equally as eager as she is.
She falls on the bed and scoots back, letting me take in the whole sight of her lying nearly naked on my sheets. I’m still standing on the edge of the bed, mesmerized as I take in every single inch. As much as I want to screw her in her getup, I want her naked even more. Moving to take off one of her boots, I barely get the zipper down before she pulls it away.
“Kale, we do have time. We’ve got all night to do whatever dirty things your dick desires. Right now though? I want you to fuck me. Hard, fast, not stopping until I come.”
Who am I to say no to a request like that? I release her leg and decide that I’m going to do exactly what she wants. She watches as I remove my boxers, her eyes not making it a secret that she likes what she sees. Getting up on all fours, she crawls towards me. Before I realize what she’s doing, she licks the top of my cock, causing it to twitch at the contact. A hand comes up to grip my ass as she takes my dick into her mouth, first sucking on the head, then continuing on until she reaches the base. Sucking for a few seconds, she slowly slides back up to the tip. She looks up at me, and our eyes lock. It takes everything in me not to grip her hair, forcing her to take more of me again.
As if she can read my mind, she brings a hand up to grip me and moves back down, alternating between sucking and licking in perfect succession with her hand moving up and down on my cock. I bring a hand to the top of her head, lightly pushing, letting her know that it feels so fucking good and she better not stop. Watching her is a complete turn on, and I notice that she’s closed her eyes, giving the act her entire attention. I know I should stop her if I want to get inside her sweet pussy, but good fucking God can this girl give a blowjob. As I feel my balls begin to tighten, I remove my hand from her head, grab the base of my dick, and slowly pull it out of her mouth. She whimpers at the lost treat, but the lustful look I see as her eyes open lets me know that she’s ready for me.
Placing an arm around her waist, I turn her so she’s on all fours, facing away from me. Her ass is peeking out from under that skirt, and I can’t wait to sink myself into her warmth. I grab a condom from the nightstand beside my bed and make quick work of rolling it over my erection. Settling in behind her, I grip her hips as I line myself up against her. I know I should repay the oral favor, but like she said, we have plenty of time, and I’ll more than make it up to her later.
Rubbing my dick up and down her slit, I can feel how wet she is for me. I’ve barely touched her, yet she’s still so fucking drenched. As if it has a GPS and Lucy’s pussy is its destination, the tip of my cock finds her sweet entrance and slowly slides in. Closing my eyes, I take a moment to enjoy the feel of her around me. I quickly regain my bearings. My hands pull her back into me at the same time I’m filling her fully. She turns her head to look at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Her eyes take in the scene—me on my knees, settled inside her as my hands lay claim, not letting her go.
