Page 72 of Learn Your Lesson

“You don’t even realize how much of a tease you are, do you?” I asked, breath hot against her pussy as I held tight to one of her thighs and snaked my other hand beneath her. I toyed with her entrance with my middle finger, testing just an inch of her and feeling her tighten around me as I withdrew. “Walking around every day and night with that smile of yours, with those eyes…” I bit my lip on a groan at the way she responded to me, the tightening and writhing. “Tempting me with this ass, these thighs, these beautiful fucking tits.”

I licked or bit or squeezed each reference I made, loving how Chloe squirmed beneath me. Her eyes were hooded as she watched me over the swells of her breasts still covered by her top. I plucked at the material, at her nipple through it, savoring the shocked cry of surprise she let loose when I did.

“Pull them out for me,” I said, and I kept my eyes on hers as I pressed into her cunt a bit more with one finger, flicking my tongue over her clit before covering it completely and sucking hard.

She bowed off the counter, head arching back, breasts an offering to the gods.

“Let me see you play with yourself while I make you come again.”

I knew it wouldn’t take much. She was trembling already, the same way she did when she rocked herself against my leg. But I wanted to take my time. I wanted totest every theory I had about what she liked until I found the perfect combination.

Hastily, Chloe shoved the thin straps of her tie-dye tank top off her shoulders, pushing still until the fabric bunched at her waist.

And revealed two gorgeous, heaving, perfect breasts.

I groaned, rewarding her with a long suck of her clit as my free hand roamed up and over her thigh, hips, and waist until I could take her in one lush handful. I squeezed and kneaded and rolled her nipple between my fingers in time with my tongue working between her legs. Testing the weight of her was better than I’d ever imagined, and I played with her tit with one hand still teasing between her thighs until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

I had to give them my full attention, those breasts that had driven me to insanity.

I climbed up over her, not giving a damn when my back screamed in protest at the awkward way I was bent over the island. I bit my lip and grabbed each of her breasts in a handful, shaking them a bit to watch the way the full roundness of them rippled.

“Fuck,” I cursed, and I sucked one nipple into my mouth, smiling against her skin at how her hands flew to my hair and held me there.

“Holy shit,” she breathed. “That feelsincredible.”

I didn’t know what the other men in her life were doing to make me seem so great at sucking on a fucking tit, but I wasn’t complaining. I gave her more, kneading and touching and sucking and licking until she was grinding her wet pussy against my abdomen and begging for relief.

I ripped my shirt overhead, disposing it somewhere on the floor behind me before making quick work of my pants. I left my boxer briefs on, smirking a bit at thesight of Chloe leaning up on her elbows with wide eyes as she took in the view before I had her pinned against the counter again.

I licked my way down between her thighs, settling in and testing what she liked, what she loved, and what would make her come.

Shelikedwhen I licked her with a flat tongue, when I covered her with heat and let her feel all of me.

Shelovedwhen I tightened the tip of my tongue to a point and worked her clit with it, when I pressed one finger inside her just up to my middle knuckle.

But when I sucked her clit between my teeth, when I held that pressure and moaned against her while fucking her with my finger, when I used my free hand to roll my fingers around her plump, peaked nipple…

Thatwas the ticket to making her come.

“Oh, God,” she breathed. “Oh,fuck. Will, I… I…”

Her words were drowned out by the loudest, sweetest fucking screams I’d ever conjured from a woman in my life. They weren’t the fake ones I’d heard from girls who performed in the bedroom like it was a porn studio. Theyweren’t shy or subdued, either.

They were raw and real. They were proof of what I was making her feel as she combusted and found her second release.

Her hands fisted my hair so tightly it stung, but I didn’t dare break pace. I worked my fingers and tongue against her until her knees fell open, her head hit the countertop, and her breaths shot out in long puffs of exhaustion.

I didn’t rush her as she came down. I slowly removed my finger from inside her, massaging the outside of her opening as I kissed her swollen clit. My other hand released the pressure from her breast, and I took the time of her recovering to fully appreciate the view before me.

God,she was fucking beautiful.

Her red-orange hair was splayed out on the counter, her cheeks the most sensual shade ofjust fucked fuchsia— and I hadn’t even fucked her yet. I savored the plumpness of that bottom lip she’d been biting, the pink marks my hands had left on her breasts and thighs and hips.

She was an offering, her shirt shoved down to her waist, her pants on the floor beneath me, breasts heaving, pussy glistening.

My cock refused to be ignored any longer, and I reached one hand into my briefs to palm myself as I let my eyes continue their slow perusal of her body.

“You are a wet fucking dream, Chloe,” I said, stroking myself and thumbing the bit of precum on my tip until I coated myself with it. “Magnificent. Absolutely fuckingperfect.”