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M aybe God does exist. Maybe there is a heaven. Because there is no other reasonable explanation as to why the epitome of goodness and perfection has just asked me to teach her how to come. Aubree moves on shaky legs toward her bed, placing herself gently in the center, as if readying herself to have a damn picnic, and nothing has ever looked more perfect. Taking a deep breath, I move slowly to lock her door, turning off the overhead light and switching on a lamp. Then I pick up my phone and find an instrumental playlist for some background noise, before moving to grab the box of toys I bought her, discarding them completely.

“What are you doing?” she asks, a hint of panic in her tone, as she watches me position her desk chair at the foot of her bed.

“I’m setting the scene,” I tell her honestly, knowing how vulnerable she must feel at this moment.

The pathetic pastor was with her for three fucking years and never truly had her trust, so having her give it to me so willingly is not something I take lightly. I won’t rush this, no matter how many times I pictured fucking her while fucking my fist. No, Aubree deserves more than a quick fuck to satisfy my insatiable need for her, she deserves to explore and learn what she likes. To know that when I slide inside of her there isn’t a shred of doubt of her truly wanting me there.

“Lie down, and close your eyes,” I tell her gently, taking a seat in her chair and cracking my neck at the torture I am about to put myself through. Aubree eyes me cautiously, but then obeys my command, and I try not to think of all the other things I could command her to do. “Now, I’m going to talk you through it, okay, love?” She nods against her pillow, her hands flexing against her bedsheets, as I inhale deeply, eyeing the flimsy skirt I know will reveal everything once we get started.

“Now what?” she breathes, buzzing with anticipation, and fuck what I would give to touch her.

“Now, you’re going to make yourself come while I watch, and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do, aren’t you?” I demand firmly.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” Her thighs press together at my words, and I bite back a groan at the thought of her enjoying them.

The gold of her purity ring shines bright, and it’s just a stark reminder that we shouldn’t be doing this, not really, but we have been dancing around this thing between us since that night in the bar, and I can’t take it anymore. So I lean forward, placing my hands on the bottom of her legs and slowly slide them apart. Goosebumps erupt along her skin, and I want to trace every one of them with my tongue until she is begging me to stop, but this isn’t about me, it’s all about her.

“First, take off your underwear,” I breathe, tracking her shaking hand as it slowly starts to move down her body to the apex of her thighs. I see her hesitation, hear her sharp intake of breath, but still she reaches beneath her skirt and lifts her hips, slowly sliding off her panties. I reach up and take over, helping her pull them off, her thighs quickly pressing back together when I toss them aside, but still I can feel the electricity between us, like a live burning wire. “Now let me see, love, spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy.”

Her fingers graze along her thigh as she slowly parts her legs, granting me the view of a fucking lifetime. Her pussy is pink and glistening, with just a light dusting of hair, and as her fingers slowly part her lips with a gentle, unskilled stroke, I know I am fucking doomed.

My cock is as hard as a rock, and my hands fist the bedsheets on either side of her legs to stop myself from batting her own away and taking my desperate fingers to her wet and needy core. “Fuck, Aubree, you really are fucking trouble,” I grit darkly, trying and failing to keep my heart rate under control, but it’s no use. I am fucking gone for her and her pussy. “Now touch yourself, love, show me what a good student I know you can be.”

Her movements are methodical as she begins to touch herself. “Like this?” she asks, slowly stroking her fingers up and down, testing the movements, and my mouth waters at the sight.

“Swirl them a little,” I grunt, and she obeys instantly, and I know the second she finds her clit for the first time because she gasps, her entire body flexing in response. “Yes, that’s it, do that again,” I demand roughly, only to be rewarded with her sweet fucking moan, as she begins to find a rhythm. “Talk to me, love, tell me how it feels,” I choke out, tracking every flick of her fingers and every hitch of her breath, as she plays with herself so perfectly.

“It feels indescribable,” she gasps, rubbing herself a little faster. “Like I have been sleeping, and oh god, I’m awake, I’m awake and feel everything,” she chants, my cock leaking at her every word, as her hand slows down a little, but I snap forward.

My knees hit the middle of her bed between her thighs, as I grip her hand tightly between my fingers, not allowing her to stop moving. Her eyes fly open to meet mine, her pupils blown out so fucking beautifully, I feel like I could come right now without even being touched.

“Ah, ah, love, don’t you dare stop,” I command, moving her hand roughly against her clit, and she turns breathless beneath me, holding my stare as she starts to writhe against our joined hands, as my other hand flies to her hip. “That’s it, good girl, chase it, I know you can feel it, baby, that need building inside of you, so don’t you dare fucking stop.”

My hand tightens at her waist, feeling every grind of her hips against us, and fuck, I have never been more turned on in my entire life. She picked me to give her this, she deemed me worthy enough to share with me, something she has never even given herself, and I don’t know what made her do it, but I’m so fucking glad she did.

“Alexander,” she gasps, my name like a fucking symphony in her pleasured tone, and I know she’s already close, because I can feel her entire body starting to shake.

“That’s it, rub that pretty clit for me, love, I want your fingers slick with your cum so I can taste that perfect cunt.” My words have her moaning again, rubbing herself even harder, and I can feel her arousal against my knuckles. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I grunt, grinding my jaw, as I lean down and drop my head to hers, breathing her in.

I can feel her rough pants against my lips, but still I don’t erase the last bit of space between us. This moment isn’t about her becoming mine, it’s about her learning to own her pleasure. I guide her hand to stroke her clit over and over again, so close to touching her, but still so far away. We pant and grind together, until her body begins spasming beneath me.

“Alexander,” she moans again, her eyes widening. “Alexander, I feel, I feel, oh my god…” she trails off with a scream, her orgasm ripping through her entire body, and all I can do is watch in awe.

She’s so fucking perfect.

“Mm, that’s it, good girl,” I praise, not relenting on the movement of our hands until she is completely falling apart beneath me, but still I don’t stop. With her body still trembling, I slide her hand down her pussy, pressing her middle finger against her hole until I can add, “Slide a finger inside your pussy, Aubree, fuck yourself with it, in and out,” I demand, releasing her instantly and groaning at the way she immediately does as she’s told.

I watch as she fucks herself slowly, teasing the tip of her finger in and out, gaining more confidence every time. “Am I okay? Am I doing it right?” she pants, lost to her pleasure, as she flicks her stare between me and her hand.

“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” I breathe, watching her fuck her virgin hole in the most erotic display I have ever fucking witnessed. “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever had the pleasure of seeing,” I add, utterly mesmerized by her, and she gasps at my words. “Now massage your clit with your thumb.” I maneuver her hand, guiding it to where she needs to be, so she can play with her clit and fuck herself at the same time, and the groan she releases is unholy.

“Alexander,” she chokes roughly, the pleasure becoming too much, but I know she won’t stop, she’s in too deep. Lost just as much as I am, between the lines we have now not just blurred, but obliterated completely.

“I know, baby, I know,” I tell her truthfully, feeling the need more than I ever have before.

Her fingers start to move a little harder, fucking herself roughly, and I think about how good she would feel wrapped around my cock. Any other girl and I’d have already taken over, shoved her hand aside and replaced it with my mouth and cock, and I grip myself through my jeans with a hiss. Her eyes track my hand and she groans at the sight, slamming her finger inside of her harder and harder.

“You’re fucking yourself so fucking good.” My words are gritted through my teeth, as her legs spread even wider, fucking herself deeper, and the image of her like this will be seared into my brain forever. She is rolling her hips against her hand, her entire body tightening, as she reaches the cliff once more. “Come for me, Aubree,” I plead desperately, and she explodes again with a scream, and I watch in fascination, as she soaks her rapidly moving hand, not relenting until she is completely spent and breathless.

“Alexander,” she breathes, completely content, and I wait until she has wrung every drop of pleasure from her body before I move to dart off the bed, but she flies up and grabs my arm. “Don’t go,” she begs.

“I just need to go and take care of something,” I force out, readjusting my heavy and aching cock, and her eyes fly down to the obvious bulge in my pants.

“Do it here,” she whispers, flicking her stare back to mine. “Show me how you do it, how you pleasure yourself,” she begs, her voice barely audible, but every word slams into me, crushing me like a vice.

“Aubree,” I say carefully, as she relaxes back onto her bed, her glistening pussy still on display.

“Come on, Alexander, I showed you mine,” she taunts, and I lower myself back to my knees between her thighs, ripping open my jeans and freeing myself, not dropping her stare, as I fist my aching cock.

When she drops her stare, she inhales sharply, watching in awe, as I begin to stroke myself from root to tip. I’m sensitive as fuck and I know I won’t take long, especially not with the way she is watching me, and as her teeth sink into her lower lip, I groan deeply. I watch her watch me, and as I move my hand a little faster, her own slides back to her pussy, once again massaging her clit.

“Fuck, Aubree, you’re going to be the death of me,” I curse, fucking my fist roughly, as I watch her play with herself with her new found skill, aching to be the one giving her pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” she moans, completely locked in on my hard and leaking dick.

“You like watching me fuck my hand, love?” I ask, watching her tease her clit in quick, featherlight touches, as if she can’t handle any more pressure, and she nods rapidly. “What if I told you I’ve been fucking my hand every night since the moment I met you?” I add in question, and her eyes fly to mine, gauging how serious I’m being. “I’ve fucked my hand raw imagining it was your sweet little cunt, Aubree, and you’d let me fuck you so good, wouldn’t you, baby. Let me spread you open and fuck you long and deep, until the only god you knew, was me.”

“Yes, god, yes,” she moans, her fingers now furiously swiping at her clit, her gold ring soaked in her arousal.

I am mesmerized by how she works herself over, the flush of her cheeks, the glazed look in her eyes, the way she delicately pants out her words as she experiments with her body. It’s fucking heaven on earth.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn, stroking myself with quick flicks of my wrist, until white ropes of cum explode out of the end of my dick, coating my fist and her thighs.

“Oh my god,” she cries, following me into release, as the two of us fall apart completely.

I take in her cheeks, painted in a hot flush, and her thighs painted in our pleasure, and come to only one conclusion. I am head over fucking heels for my coach’s daughter, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.