Page 4 of Tutor Daddy (Yes, Daddy #54)

AIDAN

T ight.

Addison's walls squeeze my finger. I can feel her racing heartbeat through the ripples of her sweet, untouched flesh. Her arms are stiff once I slowly stroke my middle finger in and out.

"Fuck," I growl.

She moans and whispers. "Can I touch you, too, Daddy?"

I nearly explode in my shorts, but a few deep breaths prevent this from ending before it starts. She doesn't wait for me to answer as I feel her fingers hover over my crotch. I'm as hard as a rock when she slides her hand under my waistband.

A stuttering exhale stumbles out of me. My teeth clench when her soft hand pulls my cock out of my shorts. I don't hesitate to pull her on top of me to sit in my lap with her back against my chest. I have to pull my finger out of her to let her chaste pussy feel my hardness.

Addison naturally moves her slit back and forth along my shaft. I use one hand to rub the hardening nub between her folds. I use my other hand to slide under the fabric of her swimsuit to caress her breast. I'm ready to ram my rod deep inside of her.

"You feel so hard, Daddy," she murmurs, her moves slow and rhythmic against me.

Her voice triggers a carnal response as I swing her arm around my neck to give myself room to kiss her.

It's like an explosion of pleasure when our tongues touch. The warmth of her mouth, the glide of her pussy, the rough tug of her fingers gripping my hair. I'm desperate to climax.

I pull away from our kiss to slide her off me and sit her on the edge. I spread her legs to taste that sweet pussy I've been dreaming of ever since she dropped to her knees in my office.

The subtle essence of her sex makes me insatiable.

She uses both hands to grab my head and pull me closer.

She performs the same rhythmic movements, gyrating her hips back and forth toward me as I use one arm to anchor myself under her thigh.

I use my free hand to jerk myself off while I dine on her delicious mound.

When I stick my tongue inside her entrance, she cries out in ecstasy and forces me to stop.

"Shut up before someone hears us," I command and resume my tasting session.

She squirms and moans as I plunder her walls. My tongue is busy luring an orgasm out of her and onto my face. I have to stop stroking myself to keep her still. The tremors from her thighs turn into violent shakes of release as she comes over and over again.

Addison slams her hands over her mouth to keep quiet as I shoot my load into the bubbling jacuzzi just in time to hear footsteps approaching. She scrambles to her feet and darts into the locker room before we can make heads or tails of what just happened.

I'm starting to think it's all a dream. The footsteps end up being a maintenance worker looking to clean up, and I move out of his way. My heart races as I get dressed and leave to go home.

One of the perks of my tenure is on-campus housing. It's a cozy one-bedroom bungalow not too far from the main buildings, but in a quiet spot away from everyone else. My privacy is paramount to me while working here.

Even though the paths are well-lit, this side of campus is far from student activities. Most of the student body is somewhere near Fraternity Row, partying into the weekend. I am looking forward to dinner, a few beers, and replaying the best part of my day.

Tasting Addison Shaw.

I wish I could have slid every inch inside of her, but I'm certain the opportunity is gone. I'll force myself to be content with tonight's hot tub exploit. The soft sound of feet walking behind me gives me pause. I don't feel danger, but mere curiosity.

Stopping to listen, my eyes try to train their gaze on my peripheral to see shadows. I take a deep breath to calm my heart rate so I can listen intently. When nothing else stirs, I continue my walk home.

It only takes a few minutes for me to get comfortable, slide my phone onto the coffee table, and plop on the couch in front of the television. I can see my phone screen flash with an unknown number. The Do Not Disturb feature is still on, and I know if it's Addison, I'll be in trouble.

I hit the Decline button. If it's important, they'll leave a voicemail.

The ability to concentrate on anything playing in front of me is useless.

Sweet notes of Addison's pussy waft into my nose, her juices sticking to my mustache and beard.

I lick my lips, hoping to savor the flavor just a little bit longer.

My cock hardens, and I know I can't stop it.

I throw on a porn, something dirty, something about an old professor fucking his twenty-something-year-old student.

The grip I have around my shaft is a mixture of pain, shame, and anticipation.

Every jerk of frustration forces me to breathe so I don't hurt myself, but I can't bring myself to come like this.

The knock on the door shocks the hell out of me. The pounding of my heart has me racing to fix myself and answer it. I can't say it's a complete surprise to see Addison standing there. I'm surprised she isn't standing there with campus police to have me arrested for molesting her in the jacuzzi.

"What are you doing here?" I ask her.

"Trying to prove a point." She peers around me, grins, and nudges her chin toward the TV where the student is aggressively sucking off the professor. "I can pay attention to details, Daddy, if you show me which details matter the most."

My cock feels like it can snap off with how hard it is. Addison doesn't shy away from it either.

"I need you to teach me," she says in a low tone before tipping her eyes upward at me with soft, pouting lips. "Teach me something new, Daddy."

I can't stop myself from reaching down to scoop her off my doorstep and toss her over my shoulder. After I kick the door shut, I'm ready to slam her against the wall and fuck her brains out.

My hand caresses her ass as I hoist her into my living room, where the sex is getting sloppy on screen. She giggles when I set her down, letting her stand in front of me as I let my undone trousers fall to the ground.

Addison shoves me back, so I sit on the couch. She leans over me, kissing me gently on the lips. That won't do. I grip the back of her damp curls and bring her closer to me for a powerful kiss. One that captures my desire for her.

My tongue swirls around her tongue before my lips suck on it. Her eyes widen as lust melts her into the passionate embrace. I let her tongue go, and she mimics the same technique. When we part, her face is red as she pants to catch her breath.

I tell her, "I want you to suck my dick just like that."