“I don’t know. Maybe I would’ve been a teacher.”
“Nope. You wouldn’t have been that.”
“Why not?” I asked. “It’s possible.”
“It’s not. Because no teacher I ever had looked like you. And if she had, she would’ve been in a hell of a lot of trouble.”
“Oh, really? Is that so?” I asked. “And what is this trouble you speak about?”
I pushed off the doorframe and walked toward him as he tipped his head up to watch me.
“There are many things I can drum up. Questions I could ask in class or desks I could’ve—”
I dropped to my knees between his legs as my hands slid up his thighs. I could feel him jumping at my touch as the alcohol buzzed through my brain. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I could stand. My hands drifted to the band of his linen pants as I fiddled with them, ignoring the dull ache in my arm.
“You could’ve what?” I asked.
“I could’ve bent my teachers over ... shit.”
I palmed his cock, feeling it grow before I slid his pants down his legs. I cast them aside, watching his dick rise to attention as I licked my lips.
“I don’t think you could've done shit as a student,” I said.
I licked a thick stripe up his throbbing vein, watching his hips roll desperately into my face.
“Because your teacher would’ve known ... so much more on the subject,” I said.
Before he could reply, I wrapped my lips around his cock. I planted my hands beside his hips, feeling his hands migrate to my hair. He twisted them up in my hair, pushing my head down deeper onto his cock. I took him back all the way, my body relaxed and my inhibitions silenced as I tasted the whole of him.
“Sam. Holy shit!”
He felt wonderful sliding down my throat. His legs were strong, and his muscles were throbbing underneath my touch. I raked my nails down his sides, feeling him jolt and squirm as my tongue lapped up his dripping pre-come. I sucked on the tip of his dick, his body shivering as I reduced Derek to a babbling mess of incoherent syllables. His hips were rocking, and his hands were jamming my mouth down onto his cock. I sucked so hard, my cheeks hollowed out as spit dripped down onto his skin.
Then he ripped me away from his cock, my lips swollen from the work, and he pulled me onto the bed.
We stripped each other of our clothes, not bothering to remove my shoes. His lips were everywhere. My aching breasts. My dripping pussy. My twitching thighs. He flipped me over onto my stomach, grinding into my ass while openmouthed kisses were pressed against my skin. I moaned, and I whimpered. I broke free from the chains of being under his employ. I relished the affections being shown to me and took back a bit of the femininity I’d lost in the military.
His fingers were hot against my skin as he spread my legs, lifting my hips into the air. His hand wrapped up in my tendrils, tugging my face up from the pillow as his cock teased my folds. Without a single word, he pressed deep into me, splitting me in half as the ocean breeze filtered in through the open sliding door.
“Derek,” I said with a moan. “Oh ... oh, yes.”
He set a relentless pace, fucking me into the mattress as my ass jiggled for his viewing pleasure. He groaned and grunted, his balls slapping against my clit as the bed moved with our motions. The headboard knocked against the wall, and the sheer curtains streaming from the ceiling fluttered with our breaths. I grabbed at anything I could, twisting my fists into the sheets as my pussy began to throb around him.
Suddenly, I was pulled up from my stance. My back collided with his chest as my legs stayed spread, his arm wrapping around me. He held me close to him as he slammed into me, grinding into my ass. I could feel all of him, all his strength and his masculinity bleeding onto my curves.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sam. Lost your femininity? You really think that’s what happened?”
He slammed himself onto the edge of the couch and turned my body toward the ocean. My hands raced to his hair, wrapping up in the locks of hair he’d allowed to grow out because of his stress. I tilted my head back, ignoring the searing pain in my arm as our lips locked in passion. His hands grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, exposing my dripping pussy to the warm ocean breeze as his cock slammed up into me.
“There is nothing about you that isn’t sensual? Nothing about you that isn’t graceful? You are breathtaking, Samantha Williams. And that will never change.”
I closed my eyes, allowing his words to fill the caverns of my ears. I couldn't move. I couldn't buck back. I couldn't even grind down onto him. The only thing I could do was sit there in his lap as the moon looked in on our debaucherous acts. Our lips collided again, my tongue finding his as electricity sent jolts right to my clit.
I was climbing quickly and furiously as my pussy throbbed around his dick.
He slammed into me one last time before his body stilled. I moaned into his lips, making him swallow my sounds as his arms pulled me close. My nails raked along his scalp, tugging hair from his head as I pressed as deeply into him as I could get. I was unencumbered, no longer worried about someone coming after us. Coming into a room and killing us.
For the first time since