Am I doing this right? It’s so thick I can’t even fit the whole thing down my throat. How do the pornstars do it so easily? He looks like he feels so good though. I’ll keep sucking for you, Jordan. Use my throat however you like, Mia thought.
“Mia. I’m sure you know what comes next,” Jordan groaned, managing to squeak out a warning.
Mia smiled and nodded her head, but she didn’t stop her vigorous bobbing. Jordan bucked his hips forward and forcefully grabbed two handfuls of Mia’s hair. It was Mia’s first time with a cock in her mouth, but even she knew Jordan was about to blow. She pulled herself back just a bit before he made one final thrust deep into her throat. He released stream after stream of warm lust into her throat, grunting madly as he did. He leaned to the back of his seat while a smiling Mia slowly swallowed every drop of cum in her mouth.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
When she was done, she pulled Jordan’s cock out of her mouth and gasped like she had finished a refreshing glass of water on a hot summer’s day. The excitement both had them panting. They looked at each other, stared for a moment, then ended up chuckling.
“You didn’t ask if you could do that,” Jordan laughed as he pat Mia on the head.
Good girl. Fuck. She’s got some lips on her, he thought, despite his words.
“I didn’t get the chance,” Mia laughed, sliding her tongue across her lips. “That was fun.”
It’s still running down my throat. It’s so thick and creamy, Mia thought.
“I’m really not supposed to agree, but I’m also not supposed to lie to you,” Jordan sighed.
Mia laughed out loud, rising to her feet to give Jordan a hug. His cock was pressed between their stomachs.
“Did that feel good, Daddy?” she whispered, planting a kiss on his shoulder.
What the fuck did I just call him? And why does it feel so good? Mia thought.
That simple world made Jordan’s entire body feel warm, especially coming from such a vibrant young woman. He looked at her and laughed.
“Don’t you mean Jordan?” he said with a heavy breath.
“Well, after what you said to Ms. Bitch, I think you deserve a little more. Besides…” Mia said, licking her lips once more as she sat on Jordan’s lap. “I like calling you Daddy more.”
Trust me, I like it more too, Jordan thought.
Jordan must have had some insane levels of willpower to have not starting fucking Mia right there on that desk, but he knew he needed to be careful and not do anything to sully their ability to stay together.
“If that’s what you want. I’ll be your Daddy.”
**
Evening fell when Jordan arrived home. He returned later than usual, after taking his time to grade several failed papers. It’s not like he wanted to plaster ‘zeroes’ everywhere, but what else was he supposed to do when half the students only wrote their name on the exam; sometimes they’d write the date if he was lucky. He didn’t see Mia when he entered, but he did meet something very usual. All the dishes were washed, the laundry was done, and the living room was rearranged to make optimal use of the space. Jordan chuckled when he noticed what happened, then glanced at the figure sleeping on the couch.