Teach Me Read Online Free Page A
Author: Ashleigh Townshend
though, because he continues to stroke himself. I balance myself over him and grind against him, just brushing the tip with the edges of my pussy. Lucas smiles and then grabs my hips, forcing me down over him, and there it is again – the almost instant orgasm as he stretches me wide. My entire body is exhausted and I nearly collapse, but Lucas holds me and slides me up and down on top of him. This guy has the physical prowess of a fucking monster. I am like a ragdoll in his arms while he just moves me around on his cock.
“You seem tired,” he observes.
“Well, I didn’t get much sleep last night, and you’ve basically fucked me nonstop for almost a full day.”
“I don’t like that you’re tired. I want you to keep up with me. And you need to be able to focus at school. You’re a teacher, for Chrissake. You need to be able to focus on those kids. They need you.”
“It’s only a few nights a week,” I argue.
“Too bad. I want you to quit. And before you bitch about the money, I will take care of that part. But I want this pussy all to myself and I don’t like the idea of creepy old dudes seeing it. You’re mine. I am going to own you and I don’t share.”
I want to argue, to demand that he not try to control me, but first of all, I love how cocky he is, because it makes me feel like someone is looking out for me. And also, I am struggling to continue the conversation with him thrusting inside my cunt. I don’t know how he can keep bouncing up and down on the couch, slamming his cock into me, and still maintain a normal conversation. It’s as if he can’t stop.
By the time I finish again, I need him to stop, however, because it’s getting painful and I think he has fucked me dry. He tosses me onto the couch and I am about to protest when he gets on top of me, but then he moves upward and teases my lips with his cock. I’m exhausted, but I can suck him off if it gives my pussy a rest.
Tasting myself on him is weird, but pretty sexy, and I lick him clean before I focus on getting him to come. He holds my head in his tight grip and pushes downward so I can’t move while he forces his cock deep down my throat. I am desperate for air by the time the warm load spurts onto my tongue.
He sits beside me and looks me over. “I guess if you want to eat something now, we can order food. But we need to talk about some rules.”
I take his cell phone and call in a pizza, but I can’t get off the couch. It takes all my energy just to hand him his phone when I am done.
“Okay, Miss Lawlor,” he starts.
“Call me Savannah,” I suggest.
“No. Miss Lawlor, because you were my teacher and I want to fuck you like my teacher. I love how fucking dirty it is.”
“Whatever you want, Lucas.”
“Good. That’s the first rule. I own you now. I want you when I want you and how I want you. There will be no complaints, no arguments, and no exceptions.”
“What about school?” I ask.
“You will keep teaching, of course. And I will spend my afternoons trying not to jerk off everywhere thinking about you there, with that gorgeous ass, getting all the boys hot and hard.”
“I don’t fuck my students,” I tell him.
He smiles. “Of course not.”
“You’re no longer my student. And this is not normal.”
“Well, that’s good. Because I am a jealous guy and I don’t want anyone looking at you.”
“Okay, but you really need to be less angry. It’s kind of scary.”
“You’ll deal with it, because I fuck you like nobody’s business, and that anger is what keeps me on top.”
I am tempted to use this comment as an entry into asking him about the rumors, but he keeps going.
“There are things I need to do many nights. You can’t be included in those things. So on those nights, you will be home as soon as school is over, and I will fuck you quick. Then, I want you to promise me that you will spend at least an hour playing with your hot pussy and thinking of me. And I will be getting you
“You seem tired,” he observes.
“Well, I didn’t get much sleep last night, and you’ve basically fucked me nonstop for almost a full day.”
“I don’t like that you’re tired. I want you to keep up with me. And you need to be able to focus at school. You’re a teacher, for Chrissake. You need to be able to focus on those kids. They need you.”
“It’s only a few nights a week,” I argue.
“Too bad. I want you to quit. And before you bitch about the money, I will take care of that part. But I want this pussy all to myself and I don’t like the idea of creepy old dudes seeing it. You’re mine. I am going to own you and I don’t share.”
I want to argue, to demand that he not try to control me, but first of all, I love how cocky he is, because it makes me feel like someone is looking out for me. And also, I am struggling to continue the conversation with him thrusting inside my cunt. I don’t know how he can keep bouncing up and down on the couch, slamming his cock into me, and still maintain a normal conversation. It’s as if he can’t stop.
By the time I finish again, I need him to stop, however, because it’s getting painful and I think he has fucked me dry. He tosses me onto the couch and I am about to protest when he gets on top of me, but then he moves upward and teases my lips with his cock. I’m exhausted, but I can suck him off if it gives my pussy a rest.
Tasting myself on him is weird, but pretty sexy, and I lick him clean before I focus on getting him to come. He holds my head in his tight grip and pushes downward so I can’t move while he forces his cock deep down my throat. I am desperate for air by the time the warm load spurts onto my tongue.
He sits beside me and looks me over. “I guess if you want to eat something now, we can order food. But we need to talk about some rules.”
I take his cell phone and call in a pizza, but I can’t get off the couch. It takes all my energy just to hand him his phone when I am done.
“Okay, Miss Lawlor,” he starts.
“Call me Savannah,” I suggest.
“No. Miss Lawlor, because you were my teacher and I want to fuck you like my teacher. I love how fucking dirty it is.”
“Whatever you want, Lucas.”
“Good. That’s the first rule. I own you now. I want you when I want you and how I want you. There will be no complaints, no arguments, and no exceptions.”
“What about school?” I ask.
“You will keep teaching, of course. And I will spend my afternoons trying not to jerk off everywhere thinking about you there, with that gorgeous ass, getting all the boys hot and hard.”
“I don’t fuck my students,” I tell him.
He smiles. “Of course not.”
“You’re no longer my student. And this is not normal.”
“Well, that’s good. Because I am a jealous guy and I don’t want anyone looking at you.”
“Okay, but you really need to be less angry. It’s kind of scary.”
“You’ll deal with it, because I fuck you like nobody’s business, and that anger is what keeps me on top.”
I am tempted to use this comment as an entry into asking him about the rumors, but he keeps going.
“There are things I need to do many nights. You can’t be included in those things. So on those nights, you will be home as soon as school is over, and I will fuck you quick. Then, I want you to promise me that you will spend at least an hour playing with your hot pussy and thinking of me. And I will be getting you