The Teacher

9: SKYLAR

I'm a liar.

The girls were never home. I wanted Wren. Last weekend, when I wrapped her in my arm, pulling her into me--she fit like a puzzle. A puzzle that completed me. Every fiber in my being wanted to devour this school teacher. I wanted to engulf her in the flames I tried to suppress.

After dropping her off last weekend, I told myself I wouldn't go that route again. I wouldn't check in on her. Yet, I catch myself doing it every night. Logging onto my laptop, tracking her phone's location. She is always home, never anywhere else.

The girls went to my parents' house this morning. I was heading to work when my mother texted that she would keep them for the night. Within a blink of an eye, the car was making a left, and I was heading to the Ellington Prep. I wanted Wren, and I wanted her right at that very moment.

She wouldn't leave with me, so I thought of the next best thing. Have her come to me, and then I'll have her cum for me. So far, everything is going according to plan. What I didn't expect was that little Ms. Schoolteacher had the look of the devil in her eyes.

"You like it rough, Ms. Dunningham." It wasn't a question, but she tried to nod to the best of her ability. As my hand tugs on her hair harder. "Perfect." My lips melt into hers. Giving her a slow, sensual kiss and mentally storing the memory of how her lips fell, that taste...just about everything.

"Skylar," The sound of my name falling from her lips makes my dick harder. "Please."

"Get on the bed, all fours." Letting her go. I take a step back and start to underdress, but she doesn't move. "Cardinal rule number one, Ms. Dunningham."

"If I do that, I will be breaking rule number three." Her brown eyes shined with uncertainty, but the fire was still there. Her eyes trail down my naked torso and linger at my waist. I remove my hand from my belt. Her eyes look back to mine.

"It's fine, Ms. Dunningham. We have all night."

She nods, and my eyes turn to slits. "O-okay." Good girl.

She glanced below my waist before turning around. I watched as she climbed on the bed, getting on all fours. I removed my pants and boxers. I took my time walking to the bed, admiring the view. Licking my lips, I changed tactics. Laying down on my back, I looked over at her.

"Sit on my face," I command.

"Huh?" Her eyes widen.

"Sit. On. My. Face." I repeat, and her eyes darken.

There is no hesitation this time as she straddles my face. Her scent sends me into overdrive. I want to devour her...I will devour. However, I'm going to take my time. After tonight, I know she is going to avoid me. It's no denying it. I'm fucking my daughters' teacher. We're crossing a line, and to top it all off--she is young. I would be surprised if she wanted to do this again.

The second her lips touch mine. I'm on the attack. She is already soaking wet. I lap up all her juices, and the sounds of her moans fill the room. She fucking tastes divine. She starts rocking her hips slowly as I lick faster and deeper. I run my tongue along her folds and flick at her clit. She lets out a low gasp as my tongue slowly grazes across her clit once more. I watch as she closes her eyes, tilting her head back.

I need more.

With my hands on her waist, I pull her down on my face, damn near suffocating myself with her pussy. I eat like it's my last supper on God's green Earth. Wren's moans get louder and louder, matching the thunderstorm outside. My cock feels like it is going to explode. I need to get inside of her and quickly. Focusing on her clit once more, she comes undone all over my face, collapsing beside me. Without missing a beat, I move between her legs, thrusting inside of her.