Done Right (She Teaches Him #1)

by Rhianna Burwell

The idea of feeling someone come apart on my dick? It feels like a fucking shame I haven’t gotten to experience that, honestly. I thought I was getting the most out of these situations, but I think I may have been missing the entire fucking point.

I’ve never heard a woman talk to me like that. I’ve never heard someone sound so innocent when talking about something so primal.

Images of Emma being my sexy teacher in a mini skirt flood my brain, making my cock pulse in my pants.

It feels like such a primitive need to feel her cum while wrapped around my cock.

Emma starts making her way up the stairs, and I follow like a puppy dog.

Maybe I should be embarrassed about how willing I am to follow her wherever she goes, but my brain is too filled with dirty thoughts to think about anything else.

I have certain expectations about tonight already. Maybe I should have left them at the door, but images of Emma cumming on my face and cock won’t leave my mind.

I wasn’t expecting Emma to fall to her knees in front of me once my pants came off.

“If I make you cum first, can you get hard again?” she asks, and before I even hear the entire sentence, my head is nodding in agreement.

Her hands instantly go to my thighs and her gaze shifts back to the outline of my dick sitting in front of her. The way her breathing shifts, just slightly, is the biggest ego boost I have ever received in all my fucking years on this planet.

She does it again, running her tongue under the tip, forcing a moan out of my mouth before I have a chance to stop myself.

She finally takes the entire tip in her mouth, and my gaze shoots back down to her, wanting to watch my cock enter her mouth. The sight makes my cock twitch, making me nervous I won’t be able to last long enough to hold onto my pride.

When she starts taking my cock deeper, I groan again and her eyes light on fire. Realization hits me that she likes it when I make noises. If I’m reading her right, she is getting turned on hearing me moan for her.

Her eyes light up again, excited about the small amounts of dirty talk coming out of my mouth. I take note of this, bookmarking it for later use, hopefully.

“Yeah, fucking take it,” I say, bringing my hips up a little and making my cock go deeper. Her eyes spark again, gladly taking my cock in her throat.

“I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep doing that, Emma,” I say desperately.

I have the urge to take her hair in my hand and take what I want, but for once I’m excited to be at someone else’s mercy. She is having her filthy way with my cock, and I’m loving every second.

She takes her mouth off of my cock for only a second. “Cum in my throat,” she says with pleading eyes, before resuming working ...

I’ve given head a hundred times. It’s something that I usually enjoy, but that was something else. Holy fuck, that was something else.

I wanted nothing more than to make him cum and only because I knew he would praise me with his words and noises.

That’s a feeling I could get high on. As if he will stop at nothing to have his hands on me, and his mouth on mine.

He kisses me with a passion I have never known. I have been led to believe that men don’t enjoy kissing the way that I do.

i lovvveeee kissing

I thought they only did it to get to the fucking faster. Yet, here I am, getting kissed like my life depends on it, and it’s getting me so fucking wet I can’t believe it.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks, barely above a whisper. God, that voice alone could ruin my whole fucking life.

I think everything this man can do is going to turn me on, and I just need to face that fact now.

When he lays me down on my bed, his lips join mine again, making me actually whimper this time.

“Jesus fucking Christ, make that fucking...

“Make me,” I say back, humor dripping from my voice. Although I am trying to be funny, a huge huge huge part of me wants him to do it. I want him to make me squirm.

I want to be at his mercy like I never have been before, like he was just at mine.

“Can I—” he mumbles, unsure of his own words.

“Can I eat you out?” he finally asks, sounding like a parched man who has finally found a glass of water.

“You want to?” I ask, completely unsure.

“I’ve never—” he cuts off. I look him in the eyes, trying to understand exactly what he means. He can’t mean he’s never… gone down there? Right?