Page 6 of Tutor Daddy (Yes, Daddy #54)

AIDAN

A ddison's going to make me fuck her on every surface of this house and probably outside too if she keeps this up. But I mean every word when I tell her this isn't how I want her to lose her virginity.

Instead of her rushing me to fuck her, I flip her on her back and slide my hand between us. When I push two fingers inside of her waiting wetness, she opens her mouth wide with surprise. I take the moment to kiss her while I coax another orgasm out of her.

Another porno starts to play, and as they get hot and heavy, I stroke her faster. I can see her eyes open to watch it. She's not the only one who pays attention to details. I spin her to face the TV and kneel in front of her to use my tongue.

Addison's pussy against my lips again has me ready to go, but I'm firm on the idea of not taking her virginity tonight.

She will be patient. She will wait. We will have to talk things over before they go any further.

But for now, I'm going to enjoy the taste of her sweet sex as it drips with anticipation for me to fill her to the brim.

When her shakes of release calm into stuttering pulses that ripple down her torso, I pull away and stand. She eyes my cock that's flaccid, thankfully. Disappointment etches into her eyes, and I can see the questions circling her mind.

"You can wash up here, Addison, but I have to make sure you get back to your dorm. You can't be seen leaving here. I'll lose my job," I tell her.

She nods as the realization settles over her. "I'm sorry, Aidan. I forgot where we were."

"Yeah," I chuckle. "We've already tempted fate by fooling around in that hot tub. How did you like that?"

"Um…" She blushes as she pushes herself to sit up and gather her clothes.

I hate to see her getting dressed, but it's necessary.

She pauses after pulling her shirt over her head.

"I thought it was too hot. But as for you, I like it better when you suck on my clit instead of flicking it with your tongue. "

"Good." I smile. "What else?"

"I like the way your fingers feel inside of me," she beams. "Is that what it's going to feel like when you stick … um, that , inside?"

"Similar, but I'll go slow at first until you're comfortable."

"Okay." She nods. "What's the other stuff you like that we have to talk about?"

"That's not a conversation for tonight, Addison. You're not going to change my mind. I have an assignment for you," I tell her.

"Great, homework," she snickers as she pulls her panties and jeans back on.

"The conversation we have can't be just me telling you what I like.

So, this weekend, I want you to truly take your time pleasuring yourself.

If you can do it in front of a mirror to see how your body reacts, even better.

I want you to be able to describe exactly what you like because if I do something you do or don't like, you can direct me. "

"I thought since you're older, you'd know all the tricks," she says, frustration knitting between her brows.

"The fact that I'm older is the reason I'm telling you to do this.

Every woman isn't the same, Addison. It's not fair for me to treat you like anyone else.

" I step closer to her, hook a finger under her chin, and lift her face so she's looking directly into my eyes.

"Do you want me to treat you like someone else? "

The pull between us is intense as she says, "No, Daddy."

"Good girl." I wink at her and kiss her.

Slowly at first, and then I wrap my arms around her slender waist to pull her closer to me as my tongue invades her mouth.

She moans, and I match the vibration with a groan while our lips push and move against one another.

My hand slides down to palm her ass as hers reach up to wrap around my neck.

We're getting lost in the kiss. It makes me regret telling her we have to wait.

I'm getting hard all over again and don't want to stop.

This time, Addison stops and abruptly pulls away. She looks down with a smile at my bare cock that's ready to enter her in every way she'll let me.

"Goodnight, Daddy." She winks at me and sashays toward the front door to let herself out.

I fall onto the couch, throw on another movie, and rub myself until completion before falling asleep with dreams of Addison dancing through my fantasies.

The weekend flies by, and I'm finally able to focus on something other than my sexual desires to fuck Addison in every position she'll let me. I'm happy to be in my lecture hall with my students discussing the infinite possibilities of how companies and people try to hide money to avoid taxation.

"When you walk into an office as an outsider, there will be social hurdles you have to avoid," I tell the group of barely awake grad students.

"It's okay to be cordial, but you must remember that these people are not your friends.

You were sent in to do a job. That job is to verify the financial information reported. "

The index cards on my podium are in order, with singular points scrawled across them to remind me of my train of thought.

However, there's something distracting me when I look up.

Six rows up from the bottom, dead center to my line of sight, I see a pair of barely tanned knees under a desk rocking from side to side before they stop.

The knees remain still for a few seconds before they spread apart, and I see it. The pussy I've been dreaming about since the moment I tasted it. Soft light brown hairs cover her mound as Addison smiles wickedly, and I desperately try to find the point I was trying to make.

"Every number, every amount, every notation, should be double checked—" I continue, but my eyes immediately drift toward Addison and her buzzed cut pussy.

She does the unthinkable and slips her fingers under the desk, inside her pleated skirt, and spreads her pussy lips so I can see her clit even though no one else in the room knows what's going on.

I'm fucked.

After a few deep breaths, I proceed with my lecture as Addison plays with her pussy for me, and only for me.

As I gaze around the room, no one seems to notice.

Intrigue, confusion, and lust swirl around me.

She's taking pleasure in knowing that I can't react, respond, or do anything to let the rest of the class know she's affecting me this way.

My dick is rock hard behind the podium, and even when I end the lecture, it takes a while for my erection to dissipate. I can see her giggling as the students file out of the classroom. However, to everyone else, she looks like an average person responding to something on her phone.

Addison lazily scrolls across her digital screens as I answer students who are supposed to be here. I send a few students to the library. Some students are given specific textbooks and reference books to research, and others are simply told to join my Wednesday night study hall.

Study halls, groups, cram sessions, and all the like are pointless on the weekend.

No one wants to work, and no one wants to study if there's a party they want to get to before midnight.

Yet, here I am spewing random time slots for study groups at the library that I know they don't want to attend.

Wednesdays have proven to be the best day for these kinds of things.

It makes me wonder if I can attribute these sessions to my mentoring responsibilities.

As the students file out of the lecture hall, Addison slides her hand back under the desk to play with her pussy until she's the only one left. I want to be upset, and I should be upset.

"Are you trying to get me fired?" I ask her.

Addison's brown eyes soften with feigned innocence. "Of course not. I just wanted to show you some of the things I learned from the assignment you gave me over the weekend."

"How would you like it if I showed up somewhere and distracted you?"

Her grin is infectious. "I'd love for your dick to distract me."

"Is that so?" I ask her as my eyes glance to the doors at the bottom of the steps and the top of the room. Anyone can walk in and overhear something that will derail both of our academic careers.

"Just picture it, Daddy." She gleams with mischief as she pulls my chair close to the podium where I lecture. She stands behind the mic and nudges her chin toward the chair for me to sit down beside her.

I sigh and shake my head, but still oblige.

"I'll present my findings, and you can see how long it takes for you to distract me or lose my train of thought," she says.

I nod, and she begins. "The best way to a woman's orgasm is through several points of contact and stimulation of the nerves."

I reach under her skirt to touch her pussy lips. Gently at first, but as she speaks, my fingers pick up their pace to the point where she's gripping the edge of the lectern. Addison's putting up a good fight, but her pussy betrays her and spills its release onto my fingers.

"Let's finish this discussion another time," I tell her as I pack up my notes and suck her essence from my fingers.

"We haven't finished discussing my homework assignment," Addison replies with a devious smile.

"Another time, Miss Shaw. You can find my office hours on the department's web page."

My response is abrupt and dry, forcing her to look over her shoulder where the next round of students filter into the lecture hall. She nods and leaves with a grin of mischief still spreading across her beautiful face.