Page 58 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

The sexy teacher in my bedroom wanted it hard and dirty… who was I to say no to that?

She was barefoot, dressed only in a nightshirt without panties, just how I’d instructed her.

Her drenched pussy was a nice consequence.

I spun her around and pulled her nightshirt over her head, so she was completely naked. As I snaked one hand around her neck, I reached between her legs with the other and circled her clit with my thumb while I plunged a finger inside her wet channel.

“You like being my good girl and doing what I tell you, don’t you?”

Her soft moan was her only reply.

“You like when I’m in control of your body.”

I strummed her little pearl as I continued finger fucking her. My hold on her slender neck was firm without applying pressure. Just enough to keep her in the headspace of being dominated.

“This is my pussy.”

After emphasizing my words with three quick slaps directly to her clit, she moaned, “Oh my god, Gabe, yes!”

I wasn’t sure if the “yes” was a shout of pleasure or agreement that her pussy belonged to me. Either way, it didn’t matter. Her pussy was mine .

With a smile, I moved my hand from her neck to cover her lips .

“I should have had you bring your panties, baby, so I could stick them in your mouth.”

Gretchen shook her head no, and I removed my hand to let her speak.

“I wouldn’t like that.”

I liked that she felt comfortable telling me her likes and dislikes.

“Then it’s off the table.” I rubbed her pussy and assured her, “The walls in the house are thick so you don’t have to worry about the kids hearing us.”

She tapped the backs of my fingers. “You should keep your hand on my mouth though, just in case.”

I was going to love getting to know all the things that turned her on and made a decision right then to make sure to stretch out our time together for as long as possible.

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Gretchen

Earlier, when he’d told me his pantry fantasy, I’d wanted to yank him in there right then so we could act it out. But Brittany’s text reminded us we should behave like responsible adults, at least until we got the kids in bed.

And now here we were, with his hand covering my mouth as he played my body like an instrument.

My toes curled as the orgasm crept its way up my body.

Suddenly, he released his hold on my face and withdrew his fingers from between my legs, and I let out a disappointed whimper. With a tap to my ass, he said, “I need to taste your pussy when you come, darlin’. Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

Gosh, if you say so.

I was disappointed he’d denied me an orgasm, but knew he’d deliver in spades. I eagerly scrambled onto the bed to comply; hopeful he’d tell me again what a good girl I am.

Who knew I had a praise kink?

Maybe it was because Troy neither praised nor appreciated me while we’d been married. When Gabe did, it felt like balm to my soul.

His broad shoulders between my legs made me spread wider to accommodate him.

I could feel his warm breath on my center when he murmured, “Such a pretty, pink, glistening pussy.” He took a swipe down the middle with his tongue. “Mmm, so sweet. Get comfortable, sweetheart, because I’m about to devour you.”

Holy. Shit.

That was the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

Well, aside from the other dirty things that had come out of his mouth.

Okay, the hottest thing he’s said to me tonight .

Except I had liked it when he told me I was a good girl. And claimed ownership of my pussy.

Focus, Gretchen!

Gabe quickly got my attention when he sucked my clit between his lips and screwed two fingers inside me.

I clenched his comforter in both hands and arched my back off the bed.

“Oh. My. God. Fuck, that feels good! ”

As he took me higher and higher, I released my hold of his bedspread and reached down to massage his scalp. If he stopped again, I’d be able to grip his hair and pull him back on task.

I felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you. I’m not stopping until you can’t take anymore.”

That was all the reassurance I needed to fully relax, which he immediately noticed because he rumbled, “That’s it. Keep those legs spread, sweetheart, and take it like my good slut.”

“Yes! Oh god, yes! I want to be your good whore!”

Oh my gosh! I’m a teacher and a mother! I can’t say things like that!

My inner slut whispered, Oh yes you can, girl. You’re safe with him .

And I knew I was.

I cupped my tits and pressed my pelvis against his mouth while my body temperature spiked.

Gabe rapidly flicked his tongue against my clit and increased the tempo of his fingers. Every muscle of mine went taut, and then suddenly I found my body shuddering uncontrollably from head to toe when the climax wracked through me.

I felt his strong hands hold my hips in place while he continued his attention to my pussy. He kept going until I tried to clamp my legs shut and cried out, “No more! I surrender!”

He looked up at me from where he was situated between my legs, wearing a wicked grin that would melt my panties, if I were wearing any .

“Good. I love it when you surrender to me.”

Ruined, I tell ya.

Roo-inned.

But what a ride it’d be while it lasted.