Guidance

by Danielle Allen

“Sexy school psychologist wants to treat hot DILF on her couch,” Ebony said in a mock newscaster voice. “School board reactions live at six!” “I can’t stand you,” I howled in amusement. “PTA is now Parent-Teacher Assclapping. Details at eleven!”

Kian Long: Your man didn’t trip over it, did he? Camilla Branch: I don’t have a man. Kian Long: Do you want one? Camilla Branch: It depends on who’s asking… I stared at my phone waiting for a text back, but instead the entire screen lit up with Kian’s name as the incoming call rang out. “Hello?” I answered. “I’m asking.” His deep voice carried his reply beyond my ears and into every nook and cranny of my body. “Because I would like to take you out and get to know you better—outside of the context in which we met.”

“You want to wet my beard, don’t you, Camilla? You want to cum on my face,” he growled before sucking in a sharp breath. “Fuck.”

I took another bite. “Keep this up and you’re going to spoil me.” “I plan to spoil you.”

“I can at least feel it.” “You want to feel it, baby?” I nodded. “I want to sit on it,” I admitted breathily, spreading my wetness around. “I want you to sit on it.”