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"Oh. This is being offered to every student?" Mom asks.
"No, Mrs. Nichols. I have a select group of individuals that I'm pushing into the program. They'll be a reflection of me, and I don't want to send in anyone who'll reflect badly on myself, Barron Industrial, or themselves."
My father begins to speak when his phone rings. He politely takes the call out of the room. My mother doesn't have time to ask any questions before we hear my father yelling into his cell phone. We remain quiet for the next few minutes before he returns in a panicked hurry.
"I have to fly out to L.A. tonight. My client is being raided, and we need to get out there. Babe, come help me get ready. Uh, Madison, show your teacher out. Thank you, Mason, for coming. I think it's a wonderful idea. We'll leave the final decision up to Maddie." My father doesn't wait for Mason to respond before leaving the table, and my mother follows him away from the dining room with a worried look etched into her face.
Alone with Mason, my English teacher, is unnerving in my house.
"Show me around, Maddie." His voice is deliberate and not to be defied.
"I have to clear the table," I tell him, looking at the dishes still sitting in front of us.
"I'll help."
Mason wasn't lying when he said he'd help as he takes a few dishes after I do, clearing the table and following me into the kitchen. I bend to load the dishwasher when I feel him behind me.
He whispers. "Did you wear this for me?"
"If I did?"
He chuckles. "You know what you're doing to me, Maddie.Don't move."
Before I can protest, I feel Mason's hands sliding my dress over the curves of my ass. He moans and lowers himself, so if anyone walks into the kitchen, they'll never see him slide his tongue over my delicate slit.
He kisses my pussy like a man who didn't just finish a full meal. The way Mason laps at my pleasure has me gripping the edge of the counter, biting my lip to stop myself from making noises loud enough for my parents to hear.
Shit.
"Mason, you’re c-crazy," I pant in a hushed tone. "My parents… shit. They're right upstairs. They can come?—"
He pulls his mouth away from my pussy long enough to say, "Shut the fuck up and come on my tongue,Maddie."
The walls of my apprehension slide away just as easily as my body's control over my orgasm. My core tightens, and pussy lips pulse with his tongue working the inside of my walls and sucking another climax out of me. My legs tremble as Mason stands tall with a diabolical laugh.
"You're mine, Maddie. Tell me you want this dick for dessert." He kisses me with such passion, I'm ready to come all over again.
My words come out in spurts, barely above a whisper. "I want it. I need you for dessert, Mr. Montoya."
I don’t even get another moment to breathe. The moment he sinks his erection inside of me, Mason's hand comes around my mouth from behind. Bend, don't break.
"You have no idea how much I've pictured this moment, Maddie," Mason growls against my ear while drilling every inch in and out of me.
My mind is all over the place. What if we get caught? What if I can't keep my climax to myself? Shit. My folks are going to come down any minute.
"Hurry," I tell him in a hushed tone.
"Anything for you." His devilish chuckle as he pounds into me, feverishly, forgetting that his speed echoes around the large kitchen. Skin to skin, Mason pumps in and out, sliding his fingers into my mouth with a sturdy hand gripping me at the hinge of my waist.
A few strokes later, Mason's releasing his climax inside of me just as my parents make sounds that let me know they're coming downstairs. He pulls out of me, spinning out of sight of the doorway to the kitchen. I purposely stay behind the island, uncertain if it looks like I've just had sex with my English teacher.
My father comes down first, heading straight toward the front door, but turns to speak. "Tell your teacher I'm sorry we had to rush him out of here. Let's reschedule. Maybe ask him to set upa tea time for me and his father. Okay? TINA, LET'S MOVE. I GOTTA CATCH THIS FLIGHT. Later, Maddie."
He rushes through the door, with my mother speeding down the stairs, tossing her jacket around her shoulders.
"Thank Mr. Montoya, honey. He's going above and beyond for you. Don't be so stubborn and let the guy do something nice for you. If you take up his offer or ours, all of your expenses will be paid. Gotta go. I'll be back in an hour or so, just clean up the kitchen."
"You got it, Mom," I choke out as she hurries out of the front door.
