Free Teacher's Pet by Rae Lynn Blaise

lick the head of his cock. It was harder for him to pay attention, watching her fuck his cock with her mouth. Lynn was so just so good at it, and so hungry for it.
    Each time she put her mouth on his cock, she looked like it was all she ever wanted. As soon as she removed her lips, sadness. She was created to blow him, created to take his cock in her mouth and pleasure him until he filled her up again and again and again.
    She was like a living, breathing, sexy-as-fuck sex doll. Except she was so much better, felt so much better, was so much more funny and witty. Sex with her was mind-breaking. She didn’t thrill him with weird positions, she claimed him with an eagerness to learn.
    Probably because she was too young. Entirely too young.
    “Am I going to get arrested for fucking you?” He managed. His hand ended up on the top of her head, entangled in her hair, forcing her head against him. “Please God, tell me you’re legal. I don’t think I can pull you off my cock if you aren’t.”
    She kept going, sucking more fervently now. Matthew struggled to keep his vision clear and his wits about him, but his body begged to forget all about it. There was a sexy girl unwilling to get off his cock. How could he say no? Stopping felt impossible. All he could think about, instead, was coming all over those luscious tits. Or maybe on her lips, like in the movies, where he jerked off into her greedy and waiting mouth.
    Could he get her to swing around so he could lick her while she sucked him off? She was so enticing, so sexy, he wanted to pleasure her. There were some girls he wouldn’t want to touch and he could be perfectly content with not reciprocating after he received a blowjob. But his Juliet, his young, oh-so-young-Juliet, deserved to have him cater to that amazingly wet mound.
    She couldn’t be too young, he reasoned. She was old enough to know what she was doing. And God, it was so hot. The idea of fucking someone so young and so new, fresh and ready to be picked and devoured, made him want to explode in her mouth.
    Unless she was a minor, and then he could go to fucking prison. Which started to put the mood off. Seriously, he could not go to jail. Jesus fuck. He should have asked for an ID card on the subway before this all started. He’d heard horror stories all throughout grad school and should have known better. He pushed her off of him.
    A haiku:
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    I should have asked about this
    Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
    “Lynn.”
    She sat up slowly, head bowed. “I’m not a minor.”
    “So, how old are you?” Fear nearly killed his erection. Prison was terrifying, but fucking someone so young was still so hot. As long as she was legal. Please, please be legal.
    “Please don’t be mad,” she begged. “Please.”
    Shit. Oh shit . Matthew rubbed his hands over his face, erection dead. His wrists were already carrying phantom pains from imaginary handcuffs. “How old are you?”
    “Look, it’s really not important. I promise. I’m young, but I’m not too young to know what I’m doing or what I want. And what I want is you.”
    “Unless you’re too goddamn young to know what you want.”
    Matthew jumped off the bed and starting pacing. If he took her with him to the police station, could she explain the whole thing? Since he brought her in and confessed, would he avoid jail time? Shit, if he went to jail, surely finding another job would be impossible. They would run his record and find this goddamn felony and not let him be around any of the students or kids.
    Could he ever work in the theater again?
    “I swear! There’s nothing to worry about!”
    “Then how old are you?” This is what happened because he ignored his gut. Why would he do that?
    She sighed and rubbed her arms. “I’m eighteen. Matthew, please, come back to bed.”
    “Prove it.” He pointed at her, and was more forceful than he planned to be, but she couldn’t blame him. Not when she was seconds away from fucking