Page 16 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

The sexy teacher had just knocked me on my ass—metaphorically speaking.

I hadn’t expected her to become so brazen. It was hot as fuck.

But she still needed to know who was in charge.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t her.

So, I wrapped my hand around her neck and softly squeezed. Not enough to hurt her, just enough to let her know I wasn’t relinquishing control.

“You dirty girl. You make my cock so damn hard,” I snarled as I slammed into her warm heat.

“The better to fuck me with,” she quipped as she stared me in the eyes. I think it was her own way of challenging me.

“You like it when I fuck you, sweetheart?”

“God, yes.”

My free hand bit into her hip as I pulled almost all the way out only to ram back, balls deep.

Over and over.

My balls did, in fact, slap her ass as she requested.

After all, I did aim to please.

“Do you like being at my mercy, baby? Being pinned in place while I fuck the shit out of you?”

A low mewl escaped her lips, so soft, I almost didn’t hear it.

“I love it.”

I released my hold on her neck and chuckled as I rubbed her clit.

“I know you do, you dirty girl.”

Her eyes dropped shut and she panted, “So dirty,” as she arched her back off the bed and pulled on her nipples.

“Are you my little slut tonight?”

“Yessss.”

I felt her body tighten and her pussy clench my cock, so I knew she was close again. Which was a good thing because I was, too.

I rubbed her clit faster and murmured, “Come on my cock, baby.”

She fell over the edge chanting my name. Her body spasmed underneath me, and when her pussy quivered around my dick, it pushed me over the edge right behind her.

I held her close as I buried my cock deep and roared my release with my eyes shut tight.

When I’d spent my entire load, I dropped down on top of her, conscious not to crush her, and felt her arms instantly come around me.

“Wow,” she whispered as her finger traced up and down my spine.

Wow indeed.

I pulled out before my cock softened and disappeared into her en suite bathroom to dispatch the condom and clean up. Then I pulled the towel off her rack and brought it back to the bedroom with me .

Her smile was shy as I tended to her. The brazen vixen was gone, and I wasn’t sure if it was regret I saw in her expression or embarrassment. Or something else.

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Gretchen

Okay, now what?

I didn’t really know the proper etiquette for a one-night stand. Was he going to get dressed and leave now, or would he crawl back in bed next to me and fuck me until morning? I wasn’t sure my poor pussy could take being fucked until morning.

Gabe must have felt my uneasiness as he sat on the edge of the bed, because he tucked my hair behind my ear. I could make out his soft smile in the moonlight.

“I can leave now, if you want.” I didn’t respond, so he added, “Or I can stay and hold you in my arms all night.”

Okay, being held all night could work.

But did I want him to stay?

I thought so. If for no other reason than I would feel cheap if he left now.

Don’t get me wrong; I’d loved being filthy with him when we were in the throes of passion. But now that our horniness had subsided, I found myself wondering how I could have been so uninhibited. That was not like me.

At least if he held me in his arms tonight it wouldn’t seem so, “wham, bam, thank you ma’am”-ish.

But then again, things were probably going to be awkward as fuck in the light of day. Maybe it’d be better if he just left now.

And this is why I don’t do one-night stands.

“Um, what do you want to do?”

He answered without hesitation, “I’d like to take you to breakfast in the morning.”

Breakfast? Really?

“Is that what you normally do?”

He tilted his head, like he was confused.

“Don’t you eat breakfast in the morning?”

“No, I mean, after you… you know.” I gestured to his naked cock between his legs. “Go home with someone for the night.”

He studied my face for a minute without replying, and I blurted out, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. I’m just kind of new to this no-strings sex thing.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, no. I don’t usually stay until morning. But…” he trailed off.

“But?” I prompted.

His gaze was tender as he stared down at me. “But I don’t want to go yet.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling.

“Oh. Well, in that case”—I scooted over to make room for him and patted the mattress next to me—“let’s snuggle.”

His face broke out in a grin as he got in beside me and pulled up the covers around us. He turned to his side to face me and murmured, “I get to be the big spoon,” before pulling my body next to his so my ass nestled against his cock.

His dick jumped against my backside, and his hand skimmed up my stomach to cup my breast.

As if my body had a mind of its own, I subtly ground my ass against him and secretly loved it when I felt things grow harder. It made me feel powerful, being able to turn him on just by wiggling my butt against him.

His grasp on my boob tightened, and he grumbled in my ear, “If you don’t hold still, you’re going to find yourself getting fucked again.”

I couldn’t help but grin when I sassily replied, “Promise?”

“Guaranteed, sweetheart.”

A yelp escaped my body when he flipped me onto my stomach, and his hand came down to swat my backside. It didn’t hurt, but the sound reverberating off the bedroom walls suggested it should.

Score one for extra padding.