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She slips two fingers inside and moans. “You’re so big. I wish I could put you in my mouth and suck…”
“Fuck,” I groan, reaching for the box of tissues on the counter as I continue jacking off for her.
Her eyes narrow, and her back arches. “I’d slide my tongue all over your tip, then I’d pull you all the way to the back of my throat.”
It’s another surge of pleasure. “I’d bend you over the bed and fuck you so hard.”
“Yes,” she moans. “I’d twerk my ass up and down your cock…”
“You take me so good. I’m so hard.”
“Oh!” Her legs jump, and I watch her orgasm. Her mouth opens, and her stomach shudders. “Logan…” she cries, and I groan deeply.
I start to jerk, and I grab a tissue to cover the tip.
“Let me see it…” She gasps, and I move to the side allowing come to spill over my fingers. “Oh my god.”
I exhale another groan as my hand slows, and her thighs tremble. My arm bends, and I give my cock a final tug before stopping with a hiss. “Too sensitive.”
She rolls to the side, cupping her pussy with her fingers. We’re both breathing fast, and she hums, a smile curling her lips.
“You are five million on the Scoville scale,” she teases.
I take a step back, sitting on the edge of the bed with a heavy exhale. “Which pepper is that?”
“It doesn’t exist.” She lifts up onto her elbows, resting her chin on her hand. “It’s the Logan Murphy pepper.”
That makes me laugh weakly. I’m sitting on the foot of my bed buck naked. My dick is still pulsating on my leg from that orgasm. “Damn, I wish you were here. Hearing you say my name while you come in nothing but my jersey is a real-life wet dream.”
“Is it?” Her eyes are wide and excited.
“Yeah, but it’s not the same. I want to touch your body.”
“Text me the date of the gala. I’ll be there.”
The thought tightens my chest, and I think about her here, in my place, making love all night. “I might lock you up and never let you leave.”
“Hmm… I might let you.”
18
Dylan
“We were so excited when we heard you’d be teaching this year.” Mia’s mom twists her paper schedule in her hands as if she’s meeting a celebrity. “She watches your videos on the YouTube all the time. It’s her dream to go to college for dance, but we can’t afford extra lessons.”
I was so nervous getting ready for tonight. I don’t have a teaching certificate. I’m only here because the PTA is paying my salary, and I worried parents might question my ability.
Instead, everyone has been so kind, and grateful parents like Mia’s mom make me feel so protective of them and my little class.
“I don’t mind working with her after school if she wants. I know the dance academy is expensive, but she has a lot of natural talent.”
I can’t help thinking about Austin and Allie and their situation. His only hope for college is a scholarship or borrowing money and hope he makes it to the pros so he can pay it back.
“You would?” Her mom’s eyes widen, and her hand flies to her mouth. “She has my permission!”
I exhale a laugh. “I’ll talk to her about it next class. She just needs to polish a few things and learn a few more advanced steps. Things I won’t teach in the regular class.”
There’s no way those beginners could learn to pirouette or fouetté, but Mia will need to know them if she wants to be considered for a college or a company.