Jan. Week 4: Tuesday planning period- Leah strokes him and sucks him slowly...

Leah slowed down, letting her movements become deliberate, almost languid. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, not gripping too tight, just enough to feel the pulse of blood beneath the skin. Her mouth hovered just above the head, her breath warm and steady, teasing. Then, slowly—so slowly it bordered on cruel—she lowered her lips over the tip, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she took him in inch by inch.

Her hand moved in perfect sync with her mouth, twisting slightly as she pulled back, her lips dragging along the sensitive ridge. She didn’t rush. She didn’t slurp. She didn’t perform. Instead, she savored the control, the way his breath hitched when she flicked her tongue just right, the way his hips twitched when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked—just a little—before releasing him with a wet, obscene *pop*.

Mr. Bill’s voice was rough, strained. “Damn, girl… you tryin’ to kill me?” His words were half-laugh, half-groan, but there was an edge to them, like he wasn’t entirely sure if he was in charge anymore. She didn’t answer. Instead, she repeated the motion—slow, deliberate, her hand and mouth working in unison, her tongue tracing patterns only she knew.

She could feel him swelling, throbbing, his body betraying the urgency she was denying him. A bead of pre-cum welled at the tip, and she lapped it up without breaking rhythm, her gaze never leaving his.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his voice cracking. “You playin’ with me.” It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation. And she smiled around his cock, just a little, because for once, she was the one holding all the cards.