Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies--Mr. Howard pulls out (Suspicion: +15)

Leah was barely able to enjoy the pleasure from her own orgasm before Mr. Howard, still growling obscenities into her ear, pulled out at the last possible second and jerked himself off with frantic, desperate strokes. She heard the slick, obscene sounds above the ringing in her own ears, and next thing she knew there were hot, viscous ropes splattering across the the curve of her ass.

The heat and wetness spread quickly, and Leah’s first thought was relief—at least he hadn’t left it all inside of her, at least she wouldn’t be oozing Principal Howard spunk onto her underwear during her illicit date with Daniel. She half-laughed, wanted to almost sob, the whole thing so fucking absurd, so far from the careful, controlled life she’d built for years.

Mr. Howard seemed to take a moment to regroup, his hand bracing on her hip, the other squeezing the base of his cock as he squeezed out the last, sticky drop. “Good girl,” he muttered, and for some reason the praise made Leah’s stomach clench, heat pooling between her legs all over again. She told herself it was just the aftershocks of her own orgasm, not some twisted craving for his approval, but the lie didn’t convince even her.