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And it’s the reason I end up staying late at the office, my productivity completely slowed down as Maria continues to wiggle her way back into my mind.
By the time I get home, it’s dark out, and I know there’s absolutely no way I’ll be able to fix myself dinner.
Takeout it is.
When I place my order with a local Chinese place that is in my rotation of takeout spots, I’m left to my own devices as I wait the forty-five minutes for my food to arrive. Going into my bedroom, I change into flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt, laying down in my bed to pass the time.
I try scrolling through my phone for a few minutes, but my body feels so wound up from today’s events that I eventually just toss it to the side. While I somehow managed to suppress a full-blown erection from popping up at work today, the discomfort stemming from my bottom half never fully went away.
I really need to get laid.
With a huff and a quick scold for acting like a teenage boy, I reach my hand into my pajama bottoms, pulling my throbbing dick out into the cool air of my bedroom.
Maybe this is what I need. Just allow my mind to have thoughts of Maria this one time, get off, and move on. The only person who will know is me. So, no harm, no foul.
My hand grips my rapidly hardening cock, making slow and steady movements up and down as my eyes close.
I lay Maria down on the bed, flat on her back, her body completely bared to me. I wouldn’t want to do anything too crazy as to put her off, so I keep things slow and gentle, allowing her to get used to me.
It requires a lot of self-control not to pounce on her immediately. I stare at her from the end of the bed and take in her perfect form. Her chest is moving up and down slowly, trying to calm her nerves. But I’ll show her that there is nothing to worry about.
I can’t wait for long as my cock is throbbing against my stomach, my entire being yearning to touch her. So, I climb up onto the bed, positioning my upper body between her spread legs, looking at her dripping wet pussy.
My breath picks up as my hand moves quicker against my rock-hard shaft. With these images in mind, I won’t last long.
She’s perfect down there, and I wonder how many men she’s let see her like this. But I don’t ponder on that long, because once I’m done with her, those men will hold absolutely no place in her mind.
I allow myself to tease her some, peppering kisses on her inner thighs, breath ghosting over her most sensitive spots until she’s whining for me to touch her. Then, in the middle of her protests, I let my tongue dart out, giving one long lick from her dripping center all the way up to her clit. Her resounding cries are all the encouragement I need to go to town on her.
I have to hold her hips down to keep her in place as she wriggles around from the pleasure. My cock is straining against the mattress, but I don’t stop until I bring her to completion.
My fingers swirl around her entrance until I let one dip inside, soon following it up with another as she moans wantonly. And as her body stills, signaling her impending orgasm, I let my eyes drift up to her face, watching the expression on it as she falls apart.
Then, and only then, I pull away, not giving her a moment to rest as I position my whole body over her, lining my cock up with her entrance. With my heart pounding in anticipation, I slowly but surely slide home.
“Shit,” I call out, as ribbons of cum shoot from me, completely coating my hand.
I can’t remember the last time I came that hard from my own doing. But I guess it wasn’t really my own doing. Somehow, that was all Maria.
As I lay in my bed, knowing that my food should be here any minute and with cum covering my hand that I need to rinse off, I know that getting Maria out of my head won’t be that simple, even with her dad’s words lingering in my mind.
CHAPTER4
MARIA
“Have you figured out what you’re going to do about getting a volunteer for your career lessons?” Alex asks me as she takes a bite from her yogurt cup.
Alex is a teacher here and only two years older than me. She helped me a lot when I was a new teacher and has also become a very good friend of mine. We usually eat lunch together during our overlapping free period, today being no different.
“Yeah, actually. My dad got someone he works with to volunteer,” I offer, pushing around the chips I packed with my turkey sandwich.
“You don’t seem all that excited,” Alex points out, aiming her spoon at me with furrowed brows.
“No, I’m glad, it’s just . . .” I stop, not knowing how to go about this explanation.
“It’s just . . .” Alex prompts, waiting for me to finish the sentence.
“It’s just, I don’t know if you saw the guy who was talking to me at the bar the other night,” I begin, Alex’s expression telling me to continue, “but it turns out he’s a lawyer at my dad’s law firm. And he’s the one my dad volunteered to help.”
