Teach Me How To Burn(A Spicy Erotica Collection)

Teach Me How To Moan

Chapter 2

Mirabel’s breath trembled at his question. For a long moment, she said nothing, her dark eyes locked on his. The tension in the air thickened, heavy and electric.

“Yes, Mr. Richmond,” she finally whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I wore it for you.”

Charlie’s eyes darkened with raw satisfaction. His hand, still resting on her waist, tightened possessively, fingers digging into the silk. He could feel the heat radiating from her body.

Without another word, he slowly slid his other hand down her side, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping beneath the hem of her tight pencil skirt. His palm glided up her smooth thigh, pushing the fabric higher as he went. Mirabel’s legs parted just slightly... instinctively... as his fingers reached the warm, soft skin above the lace tops of her stockings.

He moved higher.

When his fingertips brushed against the thin, soaked fabric of her panties, a low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest.

“f**k, Mirabel,” he growled, pressing two fingers firmly against her covered slit. She was drenched. The lace was completely wet, clinging to her swollen folds. “You’re absolutely soaked for me already.”

Mirabel let out a shaky moan, her thighs trembling around his hand. Her hips twitched forward, seeking more pressure, but Charlie kept his touch teasing — slow, deliberate strokes along her wetness without giving her what she truly craved.

“You’ve been hiding this needy little p***y from me for three years?” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Walking around my office every day while dripping like this?”

She whimpered softly, biting her lower lip.

Charlie pulled his hand back slightly, leaving her aching. He lifted his glistening fingers between them, showing her the evidence of her arousal.

“Lock the door properly,” he ordered, his voice deep and commanding. “I don’t want any interruptions while I enjoy what’s mine.”

Mirabel’s eyes were glazed with lust. She nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

She turned and walked to the door on slightly unsteady legs. The lock clicked loudly in the silent office. When she returned, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing had grown heavier.

Charlie had already lowered himself back into his large leather office chair, legs spread, his thick erection straining visibly against his trousers. He crooked a finger at her.

“Come here.”

Mirabel didn’t hesitate. She moved around the desk and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her tight skirt rode up high on her thighs as she settled over him, her soaked panties pressing directly against the hard bulge of his c**k. The heat between them was intense.

Charlie groaned at the contact, his hands immediately gripping her ass, pulling her tighter against him. He leaned forward, burying his face between her full breasts, inhaling her warm scent through the silk blouse.

“These t**s have been teasing me since you walked in,” he muttered.

He nuzzled deeper, then opened his mouth and sucked one heavy breast through the fabric. Hard. His tongue laved over the silk, wetting it as he drew her stiff n****e into his mouth, sucking deeply and possessively.

Mirabel gasped, arching her back and pushing her chest further into his hungry mouth. Her hands slid into his hair, gripping tightly as he alternated between sucking and gentle bites, soaking the silk until it clung transparently to her skin.

He moved to the other breast, giving it the same slow, ravenous attention, sucking deeply, possessively, like he wanted to mark her through the fabric.

His hips rolled up slowly, grinding his thick c**k against her dripping core in lazy, teasing thrusts that made her moan helplessly.

“Mr. Richmond…” she breathed, rocking against him, lost in the sensation.

Charlie pulled back just enough to look up at her flushed face, his lips wet, eyes burning with dark hunger.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me tonight, Mirabel,” he said, voice rough. “And I’m going to take my time ruining you.”

Charlie’s mouth was relentless.

He sucked deeply on Mirabel’s breasts through the soaked silk, alternating between them with slow, hungry pulls that made her whimper and squirm on his lap. His tongue circled her stiff n*****s, teasing and biting just hard enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure through her body. The wet fabric clung obscenely to her skin, outlining every curve.

But he wanted more.

“Take it off,” he commanded, his voice low and rough as he leaned back in the chair. “All of it. Slowly. I want to see every inch of what you’ve been hiding from me.”

Mirabel’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She stood up on shaky legs, moving back slightly so he could watch. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her silk blouse one button at a time, letting it fall open to reveal a lacy black bra that barely contained her full breasts. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Next came the skirt. She unzipped it at the side and slid it down her hips, revealing matching black lace panties already darkened with her wetness, the garter belt holding up her sheer stockings, and her heels.

Charlie’s eyes devoured her. His c**k throbbed visibly in his trousers as he watched.

“Bra and panties too,” he said, palming himself slowly through his pants. “Leave the stockings and heels on.”

Mirabel obeyed, reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled free, full and soft with dark, hardened n*****s. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She stood completely naked before him except for the sheer black thigh-highs and sleek heels.

“Turn around,” Charlie ordered. “Show me that ass… then bend over and spread for me.”

She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her round, firm ass. Then she bent at the waist, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing her glistening p***y and tight pink hole to his hungry gaze.

“f**k… look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “So wet. So obedient.”

For the next few minutes, he made her pose for him. She stood tall with her hands behind her head, pushing her breasts out. She arched her back, turned to the side to show off her profile, got on her knees with her thighs spread wide, and even crawled a few steps across the carpet when he told her to. Every new position made her feel more exposed, more owned, and wetter.

Finally, Charlie reached into the drawer and pulled out the thick divorce agreement papers. He tossed them onto the desk.

“Pick them up,” he said. “And read them out loud. Every paragraph I point to. I want to hear her greedy words while I enjoy my new toy.”

Mirabel’s eyes widened slightly, but the flush on her skin and the fresh trickle of arousal down her thigh showed she was deeply turned on by his dark command. She took the papers and stood in front of the desk.

Charlie moved behind her. He pushed her forward so she was bent over the mahogany surface, ass presented perfectly to him. He dropped to his knees, gripped her cheeks firmly, and spread them wide.

“Start reading,” he growled.

Mirabel’s voice trembled as she began:

“‘Section 7… division of assets… the petitioner requests fifty-five percent of...’”

Her words broke into a loud moan as Charlie buried his face between her cheeks without warning. His hot tongue dragged slowly from her dripping p***y up to her tight asshole, licking her with long, filthy strokes. He groaned against her skin, savoring her taste, then circled her puckered hole before pushing his tongue inside, eating her ass with deep, possessive hunger.

“Keep… reading,” he demanded between licks, his voice muffled.

Mirabel gripped the papers tighter, trying to steady her voice as pleasure wrecked her.

“‘…alimony in the amount of… ahh f**k!!… two hundred and fifty thousand per year for...’”

Charlie devoured her relentlessly. His tongue f****d her ass in slow, wet thrusts while two fingers slid into her soaked p***y, curling and stroking her inner walls. The obscene sounds of him eating her filled the office, loud, hungry slurps and groans as he claimed the most intimate parts of her body.

Every time her voice faltered or turned into a whimper, he spanked her ass sharply, reminding her to continue.

“‘The respondent… shall not… fuck...oh yesss Mr. Richmond… shall not contest the… the division of...’”

He sucked on her tight hole, tongue plunging deeper, completely lost in the taste of her while forcing her to read the cold, legal words of the woman he now despised. The contrast made his c**k leak with need.

This was perfect. This was exactly what he needed.