“Baby girl,” he groaned against my mouth. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
And with a naughty look in my eyes, I smiled once more at him.
“I know,” I murmured, smiling sweetly at him. “I know.”
And with that, my teacher began moving in me once more, the slide so sensuous, so dirty, that we were both ready to cream after just a few moments. But what made it good, what took things to a new level, was the love between us and the knowledge that we’d work it out, somehow, some way. After all, we’d started out illicitly, a teacher making love to his student in a darkened classroom, the shades drawn as people walked outside unsuspecting. And yet we’d survived. We’d graduated onto something else, an adult man and woman, secure in our affection, secure in our passion. Yes, it hadn’t been easy, it hadn’t been straightforward and the path had included a painful year of separation. But you know what? It’d given me time to grow up and I was glad. Because Stone was mine now for keeps and there was no way I’d ever let go. He’d always be my teacher, in bed and out, in life, in emotional development, in everything … and I looked forward to every second of our future together.
EPILOGUE
Stone
A year later …
“Hanson,” she panted below me, her legs spread, cunt creaming wetly as I pummeled her. “Hanson, Hanson!”
And I growled deep in my throat.
“Fuck you,” I rumbled, a big hand coming up to circle around that lovely swan’s neck, sinuous and elegant even with her spreadeagle beneath me. “Don’t you fucking call me that,” I threatened again.
But a spark had alighted in Evie’s eyes and she laughed throatily even as I pounded into her, legs spread, mouth slightly open, those luscious lips pink, soft, swollen already with my kisses. Because the brunette didn’t let up, teasing me more, trailing long nails down my back, scratching me a little as she drove me to new heights.
“Hannie,” she murmured this time, “Hannie Hannie Hannie,” she moaned before letting out a long squeal, her eyes snapping shut, face strained as she came. “Ohhhhh!”
Because I’d just done what I’d promised. We’d been playing for the last couple hours with a cucumber, mid-size, nothing too outrageous. Normally we go for big toys, my little girl is tight and small but she likes penetration, she likes harboring monsters in that pussy. But this cucumber was different because it was going up her ass.
And the slut deserved it. She knew I hated the name Hanson, that it was a lame family legacy, no one ever called me that, it was on my birth certificate but nothing more. I was Stone through and through, had been my whole life, but Evie knew exactly how to push my buttons … and drive me over the edge.
So she’d teased me, calling me Hanson as we fucked, the blood flowing to my dick, my fury rising with every gasp of that fucking nickname, every panted “Hannie!”
And I’d finally had enough. As my dick pounded into her, trashing that sweet snatch, I’d stealthily reached for the cucumber on the bedside table, already lubed with spit and pussy juice from an hour of foreplay. And with a vengeful thrust, I jammed it against her anus, that little hole popping open with the pressure, the head of the cucumber jolting in, skewering her behind on the slick green skin.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!” Evie screamed, eyes flying open with surprise and shock as she was simultaneously pummeled by me and green monster. “Fuuuuuuck!”
And between forceful thrusts, I growled.
“Yeah, that’s right baby, that’s what you get for teasing me,” I hissed nastily against her mouth, my hips going like pistons, forcing her cunt to take me deep. “I can feel that fucking cucumber through your pussy wall, it’s stroking my dick as you squirm, you know that? Keep going, keep thrashing, it just makes it better for me.”
And the brunette squealed again, her plump body sweaty and soft, jerking and twisting as I fucked her two ways, my hips and my hand busy against her pussy and butt.
“Keep going,” I panted, devouring a nipple as I slammed my pole in again and again. “Keep going little butt slut.”
And with that, the little girl gave it up. With a deep, guttural moan that crescendoed into a full-fledged scream, the girl came like a tornado, her pussy and anus clamping around the poles within, milking my hot rod, squeezing me for all I was worth.
And with my own mighty roar, I unleashed as well. Ream after ream of virile semen shot into her, spraying her insides, forcing load after load of sperm up that hot cavern. It was so fucking good I almost stopped right there, reveling in the intense sensations of her pussy wrapped around my dick. But I wanted it both ways, and I wasn’t about to lose out to this fucking cucumber.