Sleep With Student's Daddy

Oh my God, I didn't even consider it. I didn't want him to know that I hadn't actually done this before. I nodded, attempting to shrug off my inexperience. "Good sound,"

I questioned if I always sounded weird. He stopped at one of the few remaining vehicles in the parking lot as he followed him through them. I found it hard to comprehend that I was going to enter a stranger's vehicle. I prompted myself to quit ove ranalyzing situations and sometimes take a chance as I opened the door and entered.

His automobile smelled like him, just as his clothing did. I took a minute to shut my eyes and leaned back as I inhaled. As he sat down next to me, I noticed that the tightness in my shoulders had temporarily subsided. Thankfully, he didn't appear interested in talking as he drove out from the parking lot.

I opened my eyes and turned to face him. "You're not planning to kill me in secret, are you?" I jokingly said. Perhaps it would have been wiser on my part to inform someone of my plans. Since going this far had already worn out my anxieties, I didn't even consider how I would make decisions in the future.

He grinned and said, "I didn't plan on it," seeming delighted by the concept.

I kept staring at him while gnawing on my lower lip. I could see he was a pretty gorgeous man up close. He had to be single since we were heading to his house. I had to ask since I was interested. "If it's okay with you, how often do you do this? Women must swarm to you, I bet.

"No, I don't like my job entwining with my sex life," he said, losing his grin as he continued to focus on the road. I don't believe him when he says he was being serious. It just made me feel more perplexed.

The automobile stopped before I could ask him why he accepted my offer. I discovered we were at a residence as I peered out the window. That was fast; I hardly had time to get ready. I took a deep breath and realized this was it. There was no turning back once I stepped out of the automobile.

I looked back at him and saw that he was observing me. My cheeks started to warm up at the way he was staring at me. His eyes seemed to grow darker, as if a desire was simmering within of them. I attempted to relax myself, my hands clenching into little fists, "We should probably go inside," I said. The last time someone had regarded me in that manner, I couldn't recall.

He said, "Right," and I did the same when he opened his door and went outside. We moved up to his home, following him.

As we entered, we were surrounded by quiet. I questioned if he could hear the rapid beat of my heart. I was now feeling even more uneasy. I said "Mason," as if I were hesitant to disturb the cloak of quiet. I could just about make out the outline of his figure through the darkness. I wanted to tell him the whole truth. That being said, I had no idea what I was doing.

I could hardly make out his features when he turned to face me, but I could tell he was gazing at me. He had the same expression as when he was in the automobile. He briefly paused before taking a stride in my direction.

His name remained on my tongue as I separated my lips. I was speechless for the first time in my life. I was clueless as to what I was expected to do. I took a step back as my first instinct. The locked door, however, prevented me from fleeing since there was nowhere else to go. I was limited to watching while he eliminated the distance between us.

He extended his hand and cupped my chin with it. I forced myself to look into his eyes and forced myself to swallow the knot in my throat. When my name was muttered, "Jane," shivers ran down my spine. Not because I told him my name, even though I never did. It was the way it came out of his mouth sounding so incredibly rich.

I stretched out and delicately brushed my fingers over his chest while licking my own. I could clearly see who was in front of me because to his shirt's tight fit. He was much bigger, like a bear. He wasn't violent, but rather more like a teddy bear in the way he was stroking me. Every time his skin came into touch with mine, he did it with such care.

As soon as he bent his head and lightly touched his lips to mine, the deafening sound of my heart's quick pounding stopped. Just the brush alone felt like an electric jolt running through my body. All my fears just vanished the minute he completely crushed against me.

I could never have imagined relishing the sensation of being forced up against the door and encased between his body and the door. I leaned against him, my mind whirling at the smell of his cologne up close. One of his hands went from my face all the way down past my curves, making it difficult for me to concentrate. He attempted to draw me more closer to him, and the way he held my hip seemed possessive.

I was responding to each of his touches rather than being alarmed or afraid. I was a melted puddle. I was enamored with the focus he was giving me. I battled the temptation to scream when his lips brushed against mine as soon as I separated them.

I was trying not to look disappointed as he abruptly withdrew. Before I could protest, he had already grabbed my hand and dragged me farther into his house. My cheeks flushed as I trailed following him, my brain racing with so many ideas.

We entered a room that was lit by moonlight that crept through the blinds as we passed through a doorway. I felt as if the oxygen in my lungs had been sucked out of me as he turned back in my direction. My chest tightened at the mere thought of him in this light. I took a deep breath and watched as he undid his shirt.

I was just starting to walk back towards him when heat started to collect between my legs. I've never been a patient person. I softly cradled his face with my upward reach. If he kept staring at me the way he was, I might easily get lost in his gaze.

He kissed me again while lowering his head, then turned around to taste my lips again. He was attempting to remove my dress rather than holding me against him as previously. Goosebumps trailed behind each time his fingers brushed across my flesh. I pressed a little bit myself, and I could feel his desire against my stomach rising.

I shuddered as my dress reached my ankles as I assisted him in getting my arms through the garment' straps. I kicked it aside, trying to keep my body from bothering me. I couldn't recall the last time I allowed a guy to gaze at me while wearing so much clothes.

He murmured, "What's wrong?"

Was it really so evident that now was the worst possible moment for me to start worrying about it? I shook my head and cleared my throat. I apologized and said, "I'm sorry, it's just... been a while." I said, "I'm not exactly proud of the way I appear. I was able to look him in the eye once again, and I saw a scowl on his lips.

He grabbed my hand before I could ask him a question. He gripped my hand tighter, "You think I'm worried about something like that?" he said. My hand was then placed on his tummy as he moved me in that direction. He slipped my fingers down and said, "I don't think you understand what you're doing to me," with a deep sigh.

He released my hand with a faint gasp, and I noticed that the heat between my thighs increased. His erection was becoming bigger against my palm. I could envision his size even if his trousers were in the way. I exhaled, "Point taken," as my confidence gradually increased.

That was it; I was certain that I wished for this guy. It would be the nicest damn night I've had in a while, even if it was only for one night. I was determined to use it to the fullest.