She gave in

I softly pressed my bulge into her ass. Her fiancé cackled loudly in the living room, the sound ridiculous and she made a decision, her arousal swallowing her morals down, stuffing them inside for another day.

She quickly and silently padded off to the left on dainty, socked feet, her fingers around my wrist as she gently pulled me to follow her.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and locked the knob. She watched me in the mirror with wide open, nervous eyes, her hands wringing together. She let me turn her around and her lips attacked mine with as much passion as mine attacked hers.

It was quick and dirty, the only foreplay needed. We were both ready. Me ready to give her the ecstasy she tasted the other day, and she ready to receive it. Our breaths were loud but stifled as our mouths ate each other, licking and sucking with deep, wet, hot passion.

I turned her around quickly and tugged her tiny sweat shorts to her knees, her white panties included in the twisted bundle. I dropped to my knees and spread her ass cheeks open with my hands, my tongue already on her warm pussy. She exhaled in quick, loud bursts, her desire feeding on my ****, frantic feasting. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter, head thrown back as her back arched. I sucked my thumb and pressed it against her asshole, **** to feel it again.

She inhaled sharply through open mouth, completely submitting to me as her body told her to. As I told her body to. I sucked her clit between my lips as my thumb dipped into her tight, soft asshole, gently gripping my finger, subtly sucking it in as it puckered around its tip.

I licked up from her clit to her pussy’s entrance and she let out a deep, quiet moan of longing. She had been dying to feel this since the last time, of that I was immediately convinced. I stuck my tongue inside her pussy and pushed into her, my left hand barely pulling her as she backed into my face.

“Hhhoh God,” she whispered breathlessly, and her use of the G-word made my angry dick into a fucking steel rod.

I grunted as I greedily ate her, my thumb gently prodding her asshole. I pulled back and licked her from clit to hole, clit to hole, clit to hole again. Her body was already trembling.

Her fiancé’s voice was moving now, no longer in the living room, but loud enough for both of us to hear, and still as distracted as before. She made a noise of worry that melted into a long hum as my thumb softly penetrated her asshole, snuggly sucked on by the tight, soft muscle of her sphincter.

“You taste so fucking good,” I growled. I pulled her roughly back into my face, closing my lips around her pussy lips to drag my tongue through them, the taste of her driving me crazy. She panted quietly, desperately trying to keep her voice down so he wouldn’t hear. “Mmmphh,” i growled again, then dove in and dug into her clit, quickly flicking my tongue against it. Her asshole puckered around the tip of my thumb wildly. Her body was preparing itself. Riding that rollercoaster up the track in anticipation of the big drop.

I quickly let her pussy lips out of my mouth with a soft pop, grabbed her right ass cheek with my left hand and spread her open wide, then licked against her pussy’s entrance, sliding my right middle finger into her wet warmth. When she gasped I planted my tongue against her asshole and lapped at it like a fucking dog. Her fucking dog. Her legs started shaking as she let out a high-pitched squeak, and her whole body tensed up. I pumped my finger in and out of her pussy as my tongue snaked its way up her asshole, puckering as her orgasm struck her.

The noises coming from her almost made me cum right there in my jeans. The inside ring my boxers were soaked with an ungodly amount of precum. I had to physically squeeze off that muscle to keep from cumming.

“HhhHHH!” She exhaled, her orgasm shaking her legs. My tongue was pressed against her asshole, flicking wildly, working in unison with my deeply pumping finger to coax the powerful climax out of her. “HhhHhh! HhhhHHH!” She panted deeply, fighting to keep it quiet, but failing. It was all she could do. Her body was at the mercy of her orgasm. Of me.

I continued lapping at her tight asshole but kept my middle finger deep inside her, feeling the last pulses of her pussy’s walls squeezing it. Sucking it. Milking it. As if it were something else.

Something longer.

Thicker.

When I knew she was done, I quickly pulled my finger out of her. She winced and trembled. I kisses her right ass cheek tenderly with full, wet lips, giving my lusty-eyed regards to the hickey I had left down there the other day.

Then I quickly stood up, gently pulling her shorts and panties up, and gently placed them back on her hips and against her ass. She stood there trying to catch her breath, holding onto the sides of the sink counter for support. I smiled at her reflection, which looked back at me in such wondrous, lust filled disbelief. Her eyes had such a hunger in them. I licked my lips, telling her exactly how I felt, and how much I enjoyed it.

With closed eyes, she let me pull her by the back of her neck, then let me turn her and softly sighed into my mouth as I gently kissed her, licking her upper lip as I pulled away.

“You answer when I text you,” I said gently. I wasn’t asking. She just slowly blinked as she struggled to keep her breath even, staring right back into my eyes.

Then I quietly left the bathroom and walked back into the kitchen. Her fiancé was still on the phone as I passed. He noticed me and nodded his head up, eyebrows raised as he gave me the ‘hang loose’ gesture with his hand, thumb and pinky extended as he wiggled his wrist, then went back to his conversation. ‘Bro’ this. ‘Bro’ that. I ignored him and looked toward the hallway, hearing the bathroom faucet turn on. I smiled, pleased. So very pleased. God, she turned me on. I was fucking raging, and I owed my dick big time.

I smacked my lips, savoring the taste of her. Of her pussy. Of her sweet ass. Sweet as candy. Fuck. I wanted to go back in there and have seconds. Thirds. I inhaled a deep breath and quietly let it out, trying to calm down.

A couple of minutes later I heard the bathroom door open, the faint sound of the toilet running. She appeared in the doorway and my face lit up at the sight of her. I looked down and smiled. She was doing her best, I’ll give her that. I looked back up and she walked slowly, her legs a little wobbly. She made eye contact and bit her lower lip, rubbing the back of her hand lightly against her nose. As if I couldn’t see the barely concealed smile of satisfaction that wanted to fully form on her pink lips. I bet her other set of lips was smiling too.

Mr. youth minister finished his phone call and came over to put his arm around her. I seriously fought the urge, but settled on giving him a look of indifference as he kissed the side of her head. She still looked at me when he did, but allowed him to pull her to his side. He looked down at me like he was king of the castle. Holding his prize. His queen. I bet that’s what they’d call eachother after they got married. My King. My Queen. God, I couldn’t stand that shit. It was tacky as shit, and usually the undeserving guy’s idea.

But I just nodded and smiled politely, satisfied in the knowledge that I just made his girl cum harder than he’d ever imagine. And she loved every fucking minute of it. She finally closed her eyes and smiled, playing the role while he bored us with an overly long summation of his phone call with his, no doubt, equally douchey friend.

“So how was the lesson?” He asked, looking at me with that fucking face.

I nodded as I stuffed my iPad into my backpack.

“Good!” I said pleasantly. “Real good.” I briefly made eye contact with her.

“Great,” he responded in that fake friendly tone. “My girl’s a great teacher.” I smiled, nodding again.

“The best,” I agreed. Her face went slightly pink. “I’m definitely prepared for that quiz now.”

“Excellent,” he responded, smiling but not smiling. He tried to put me in my place a little. As much as someone like him could. “I just hope she passes you. I mean, needing tutoring so early in the year. Anyway, thanks for coming over.”

I softly scoffed as I heard the tone in his voice. Friendly, but underhanded.

“I think she’ll be pleased with my performance,” I said, and his gaze wavered at the tone in mine. And just like that, his confidence dropped like his face did. I glanced at her and her eyes reacted to what I’d said, exactly the way I’d meant it. I stood up, again reminding him of the size difference between us, and nodded. I wondered if he noticed the large bulge in my jeans. I sure did. Did he see it? Did he measure up? “Miss Laura?” I addressed her directly now. “Thanks for having me.” She smiled politely, at a loss for words. “Beckett.” I extended my hand and he hesitated before taking it, this time not squeezing it like he tried to when I first arrived. He **** a smile, and nodded. “Anytime,” he said, as if out of habit, his voice quieter than a moment before, but that smile remained. It was well practiced, I’ll give him that. But deep down he knew what I now knew for certain. Never in his wildest dreams could even pretend to be the man I am.

“Count on it,” I said. “Thanks again, Miss Laura,” I said warmly to her, and her eyes softened as they met mine. “I really appreciate it.” She didn’t respond, but she didn’t have to. I knew she felt the same.

“It is her job,” Beckett piped in, opening his mouth to speak for her when he didn’t need to. The look I gave him made him shrink down, and Miss Laura seemed to quietly take notice. I looked at him, then at her. She cast her eyes down, and I felt a tinge of sadness for her.

The door closed behind me, and I casually walked to my car, waiting until I was inside to adjust my bulge. I sighed in frustration, but was so glad I came over. Mmm.

I started the car and pulled away from the curb, content. Happy. Horny. God, so fucking horny.