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Page 92 of Learn Your Lesson

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, dragging my heavy gaze back down to her. I ran my hands into her hair, holding on with both of them to show her what to do. “One hand at the base, the other on top of it,” I said. “Cover the rest with your mouth.”

She covered me completely when she followed those directions, and for a moment, I just savored the sight of her bent over and taking me, her ass a perfect heart shape from this angle, her hair a mess in my hands.

“Now,” I said, covering her hands with my own. “Twist your hands and pump them up and down, working them with your mouth. Like this.”

I illustrated for her, twisting her hands in opposite directions and pushing them up toward her mouth until she nearly released my tip. Then, I’d drag them back down, and her mouth followed, sucking me in as deep as she could.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “You suck that cock so well, don’t you? I knew you’d be good at it. I knew you’d love it.”

I released my grip, hands finding her hair again, but I held on lightly, letting her be in full control.

“Now, look at me.”

Her eyes were glossy when they met mine.

“Make me come, and swallow it when you do.”

She bit her lip, her gaze sliding to my cock long enough to watch her hands work me and fit her mouth to just the right spot. Then, with her gaze locked on me once more — she went to work.

Her hands twisted and slid against my shaft. Her tongue swirled, tasted, and flicked. Her lips closed around me, and she sucked like she wanted to drain me.

She was about to.

“Firmer grip,” I managed to croak out as my orgasm burned at the edges of my vision. I felt the beginning of it, the numbness, the all-consuming need to take over. I wanted to grab onto her hair and slam my cock right into her throat, but I wouldn’t. I never would. I wanted her to have control. I wanted to letherget me there in the slow, torturous way she was.

With a moan and more gusto than I expected from her first time, Chloe sucked and licked and worked me with her hands like an A-plus student. She gagged and held me there before working me faster, and I groaned and shuddered and chased that heat teasing all my senses.

And then, the woman released me, working me with her hands like a goddamn pro as her lips dripped and her eyes pleaded.

“Come in my mouth, Will,” she breathed. “Show me I did a good job.”

“Fuck,” I ground out, and she covered my cock with her mouth just in time for me to give her what she’d asked for.

I hadn’t expected those words. It wasmedoing the dirty talking. It wasmeteaching the fucking lesson. But hearing her beg for it, knowing she wanted my release just as badly as I’d needed to give her hers… it unleashed something carnal inside me.

It surprised her when I came. I knew, because her eyes shot wide and for a moment, I thought she was going to pull off me. But she kept pace, kept her hands and mouth working as I cursed and panted and groaned out every wave of my release.

My hands gripped in her hair — not controlling, but holding on to keep from spiraling off the fucking planet.

She was so goddamn beautiful it hurt.

And I knew nothing would ever compare to this. Nothing ever had before, nothing ever would after.

I was shaking and sweating by the time my orgasm subsided, and I reached back for the island to hold onto with one hand and keep myself steady as Chloe’s eyes looked up to me, unsure of what to do next.

Without me saying so, she gently let me go, licking me clean on the way.

Her hands hit her thighs, leaving wet, slippery handprints.

And she swallowed.

“You filthy, naughty,perfectlittle thing,” I mused, wiping her bottom lip with my thumb as I shook my head.

She smiled against my touch, her gaze now alight with excitement and glee. “I did it!”

A laugh burst from my lips — well, as much of a laugh as I ever let free, anyway — and I reached down, gently helping her stand.

I tucked her hair that had fallen from her hair tie behind one ear, swallowing as I took in the sight of her freshly fucked mouth, the pink marks still lining her breasts where I’d dragged the Popsicle across her skin.