Semua Bab Teach Me To Sin, Daddy: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The food arrived quickly. We hadn't even finished our wine when two waitresses approached with our order. I got grilled salmon with roasted vegetables while he got a steak. For the first time in days, I ate a meal that wasn’t from a vending machine or eaten standing over a textbook. I didn't have to rush it. Azeem kept the conversation light, telling me about a ridiculous client meeting he’d had, and making me laugh until my sides hurt. I didn’t realise how much I’d missed this, being able to speak with him each day, not rushing off to the library or falling asleep mid-sentence. Azeem was a godsend, showing up when I needed him the most and taking my fatigue away. By the time we finished, the exhaustion had crept back into my bones. My eyelids became heavy once more, and I suspected it had to do with the wine and relaxing atmosphere. Azeem noticed immediately. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you home.”The drive to our house was short, and I must have dozed off because the next thing I k

My laughter echoed off the walls when Azeem dropped me onto the bed. Before I could catch my breath, his hands were under my shirt, skating up my ribs. I arched onto him when he pressed a kiss on my collarbone.“Still thinking about anatomy?” he growled against my skin.His palm cracked against my ass through my shorts. The shock made me gasp, and I pushed back into him.“Maybe,” I breathed. “We covered the reproductive system on Friday.”Azeem pulled back just enough to look at me. Those grey eyes had gone dark. “Yeah? Show me what you remember.”He flipped me onto my stomach before I could answer, with one hand pressing between my shoulder blades. “Azeem —”“Count for me,” he said, and his hand came down again.The slap landed on my right cheek, sharper this time, and I cried out. “One.”“Louder.” Another slap, left side this time, and the heat bloomed through my shorts as my pussy clenched.“Two.”He worked me like that for a while, spanking me through the fabric until my ass was

“It's crazy, right?” I covered my face with my right palm. “I must have been too tired, which is why my mind kept making things up.” It felt so real back then that I would have believed him if he ever said he wasn't human. The tail had been so soft when it touched me.“It is.” He lay back on the bed. “I'm human, just like you.”“Of course you are.” I removed my palm from my eyes and turned to look at him. “You're as much human as I am, Azeem.” I reached towards him and ran my fingers through his hair. I lingered on the place where I saw those bumps, unconsciously feeling them. He grinned. “Still trying to convince yourself that you actually imagined them?”“Mm.”“Then feel it all you want.” He pushed his head into my hand. “You can also feel my butt just to be certain there is no tail growing from it.” I chuckled at the playfulness in his voice.After I had gotten my fill of touching him to be certain my mind made everything up, he took me to the bathroom. A warm bath and warm clothe

I raised a brow. “How much of a mad frenzy?”“I'll show you, but not here.” He carried me up and started for the door. I held on to him, thinking he was taking me to the room, but he stunned me when he went straight for the sitting room instead of taking the stairs. He placed me on the nearest couch. “Stay there.”He stood back and started removing his clothes. I licked my lips with each piece of clothing he removed. And when he finally exposed his cock, I licked my lower lip. “Kneel.” I scrambled to my feet immediately and got into position, keeping my face on the couch and my back to him. I gasped when he shoved his dick into me with no prep. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled back before he drove in again, deeper this time. I was wet enough that it should have been easy, but it wasn't. My cunt clenched around him like it was trying to hold him, and he made an inaudible sound in his chest as he slid out, only to thrust back in.He set a rhythm that had no mercy in it.

I lifted a brow at the small black bottle. It had no label, and the cap was already off. He tipped it, and a line of oil ran down into his palm. Holding my gaze, he worked it between his fingers, and the smell came up off him. It smelt like vanilla and cedar. His fingers slid between my folds. Two of them, dragging up from my entrance to my clit in one long stroke, and I arched off the bed. I meowed, shocking us both. The oil made everything slick, wrong, and perfect. He circled my clit once, then twice, watching my face as he pushed three of his fingers into me. The stretch was different from his cock. It was smaller, but the angle was wrong and right at once, curling up against the roof of me while his thumb kept working on my clit. My hips were already rolling against his hand before I decided to move them. The wet sound of it filled the room. He fucked me with his fingers, slow and deep, watching every twitch of my face. I felt another orgasm building somewhere behind my ribs,