Anna leans forward and kisses his jaw lightly. "Well, I was thinking of rewarding you after you finish your English essay. Maybe going on my hands and knees and sucking your cock. But if you would focus better at home…" Anna says softly, her words are playfully seductive and slightly threatening. The way she sways and looks at him, looks like a naughty little girl who stole someone's candy. Zack's entire body goes rigid at her suggestion, his breath catching sharply in his throat. The mental image of Anna on her knees for him is almost overwhelming, and he has to grip her hips sighter to steady himself. "On your hands and knees?" he repeats hoarsely, his voice cracking with need. "Fuck, Anna– you are telling me that is the reward for finishing my English essay?" His head tolts down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss, claiming her mouth with all the pent-up frustration and desperation building inside him. His tongue tangles in her tick brown hair to angle her head exactly how he wants it. "If that is the prize, then I will write the longest fucking essay you have ever seen. I will analyze every damn poem on that reading list until my brain melts."
"That is the right answer," Anna says with a satisfied smile and nod. She takes a step back and turns to her cupboard, taking out a blue silk robe and covering herself with it. "There, all covered up so you can concentrate." She said and she sits down on the bed in front of her physics book. Zack stares at her in disbelief as she slips on the blue silk robe, the smooth fabric sliding over her curves in a way that is somehow more teasing than if she was completely naked. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," he says, his voice a low growl of frustration. He runs both hands through this bleached blond hair, pulling at the roots as if trying to regain some semblance of self-control. "Anna, you can't just put on a silk robe and expect me to focus on fucking Hamlet." His eyes track every movement as she sits down to study, the way the robe falls open slightly to reveal glimpses of her thigh driving him absolutely insane. "Fine, but I am sitting right next to you. There is no wat I can concentrate from across the room," he says through gritted teeth, grabbing his English textbook from his backpack.
Anna can clearly see how frustrated Zack is by the situation. She feels a pang of guilt for teasing him so much and for using her body to manipulate him like this, but she can't help but feel how intoxicating it is to be in control. Zack sits down next to Anna and begins writing his English essay about the madness and sanity present in William Shakespeare's play Hamlet. When he is done with his essay, anna nods in satisfaction. She glances at it and says, "Okay, you have more than earned your second reward." She takes off the blue silk robe and crawls on the bed, on her hands and knees, towards Zack. Zack's breath catches sharply as she crawls towards him on the bed, his entire body tenses with anticipation. She unzips his jeans, the sound sends a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to his groin, and he must bite back a groan. His hands find her curly brown hair automatically, fingers threading through the soft strands as she positions herself between his legs. The sight of her kneeling before him, completely naked except for those back lace panties, is more than he could have imagined. "Look at me while you do it. I want to see your face when I am buried in that perfect mouth of yours," he commands softly but firmly, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.
Anna licks the precum of the tip of his erection before she wraps her mouth around his hard cock. She looks up at him through her thick eye lashes. Zack's head falls back against the headboard with a sharp hiss of pleasure as her warm mouth envelops him completely. His fingers tightening in her thick brown hair instinctively, guiding her rhythm as she takes him deeper. "Oh god– yes, just like that. Your mouth feels so fucking good," he groans out, hips buckling slightly off the bed. His other hand grips the light purple bed sheet tightly, knuckles turning white as he fights to control himself. The sight of Anna kneeling there willingly, her lips stretched around his length– it is everything he had ever dreamed of. Zack's hips thrust upward involuntarily as her tongue traces circles around the sensitive tip of his cock. A low moan escapes his lips, his grip on her hair tightening reflexively. "Shit, Anna– you are incredible. Look at you taking me so deep," he pants out, watching her movements intently. His free hand slides down to cup her jaw gently, thumb stroking along her cheek as she continues her rhythmic suction. The sight of her lips stretched around him combined with the wet sounds filling the quiet bedroom drives him closer to the edge. "I am going to cum soon if you keep doing that," he warns breathlessly, his voice thick with pleasure. "Tell me where you want it– in your mouth or all over those perfect tits?" His breathing grows heavier and more erratic as she increases her pace slightly. The combination of visual stimulation and physical sensation is overwhelming his senses completely.
When Anna feels that Zack is about to cum, she releases his cock from her mouth with a plop. "My tits," she said quickly, and she stroked his length with her hands, pointing the tip towards her breasts. Zack lets out a sharp, guttural moan as his release finally crashes over him. Hot streams of cum spray across Anna's chest and breasts, painting her pale skin with thick white ribbons. His entire body tenses up, back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash through him. "Oh fuck– Anna!" he gasps out, his voice hoars with ecstasy. "You feel so good– look at you." His hands grip the bedsheets tightly as his cock pulses in her hands, milking out the last drops of his orgasm. He watches with heavy-lidded eyes as his cum drips down between her breasts, completely mesmerized by the sight of his mark on her perfect skin. Once the intensity subsides, Zack collapses back against the headboard, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Holy shit," he says weakly, running a hand through his sweaty hair.