Silver Fox: BWWM Romance Novel

by Jamila Jasper

  Back then Victor had coached boys tennis, much to the girls' envy.

  "It's like I remember it."

  "Not much has changed," Victor admitted.

  "We have," Tammy replied, "I'm not a teenager anymore."

  "Right. Which means it's alright for me to offer you some wine."

  "What do you have?"

  "Something special."

  Tammy's gaze caught his as he said the word special. Why did this occasion require a special bottle?

  "Something special?"

  "Yes," he replied, clearing his throat and averting his gaze.

  He gestured to his couch and left to get the special bottle. Tammy settled in, the smell of his cologne everywhere, a bergamot and jasmine scent with rich citrus notes that reminded her of the rolling hills of Southern Europe. She could hear him uncorking the wine bottle in the kitchen.

  But she couldn't hear him muttering to himself.

  "Easy Victor... Control yourself. She's too young for you."

  He poured himself a large glass and a respectable one for Tammy and then brought it out to her.

  He .sat across from her, worried he couldn't handle getting any closer. Her in the same room as him tempted him enough. Her flesh even more supple than he remembered it looking in his classroom. Her skin possessed a deep brown color, richer than the earth with a copper undertone.

  He shifted in his seat again, hoping more of his wine would relax his burgeoning urges. Wine had the pleasant effect of inducing laziness when indulged in.

  "Your ex," Victor asked, "Is he troubling you?"

  He didn't care much to speak of Tammy's exes, but he could tell she was bothered by her son's father. Little boys didn't know how to appreciate a woman the way he did. Perhaps if she knew he could take care of her, she would be uninterested in discussing this ex altogether.

  "I'll need a lot more of this before I talk about Randall," Tammy admitted.

  "Drink up then."

  She tilted the glass and the wine poured past her lips, her throat pulsing as she swallowed. Victor couldn't help but imagine her pretty little lips wrapped around something else.

  "Randall's a bastard. He's messing with Jay and I have no idea what to say to either of them. I can't tell a boy that his father's a bastard."

  "So he doesn't know it already?"

  "No," Tammy said, "Of course not. Every son looks up to his father. He can't help it."

  "Right, but Randall can't have been a real father to him.

  "He hasn't been," Tammy admitted.

  "Then Jabari will know."

  He reached across for Tammy's hand, aware he was taking another risk with her.

  "He's a drinker," she continued, "And a manipulator."

  "And you're still with him?"

  Tammy glared.

  "No. What makes you say that?"

  "Curiosity."

  "Well, no."

  She pulled her hand away from him. Victor leaned back, wondering if he'd made a mistake.

  "I haven't been with anyone in a long time."

  He wanted to ask her how long. He wanted to ask her if she ached to be filled by another man. He longed to have her flesh, to press her against the wall and ask her how she liked it. Instead, he shifted in his seat and nodded empathetically.

  "Have you considered pursuing custody?" Victor asked, again tempted to swoop in and fix the great drama in Tammy's life.

  Tammy nodded.

  “If I tried to take Randall to court, I would lose. This arrangement at least allows Jabari to decide for himself if he wants a relationship with his father. But Randall has caused my son nothing but pain… I hate that, I really do,” Tammy replied.

  Victor could hardly contain himself. There was something about Tammy that was so pure and innocent despite what had happened to her. Her beauty beckoned to him, begged him to put an end to this chatter and act on the animal urges that were surging in his chest. She breathed slowly, staring at him as her breasts heaved up and down. He craved his tongue against those large, dark nipples. He wondered if she'd squeal when they were sucked.

  "You want the best for your son, who can blame you."

  "More wine?" Victor asked, topping off his glass before offering.

  "Are you trying to get me drunk?" Tammy giggled.

  Her innocent lilting laugh caused his cock to harden in his pants. He prayed she couldn't see it.

  "No," Victor replied, his accent growing heavy and thick, "I am trying to get myself drunk."

  "Why is that?"

  "Nervous."

  Tammy giggled, "About me?"

  "Yes."

  "About me being here?"

  "Yes."

  "Why does that make you nervous?"

  Their eyes locked and Tammy saw the lust in Victor's eyes, fully exposed for the first time. Oh God. He'd orchestrated this all right. He had to have. He knew she'd come here vulnerable. Her cheeks flushed but she was neither embarrassed or offended.

  From the time she'd seen his tanned skin up close, those gentle wrinkles around his eyes and his caring smile, she'd been tempted to pounce. She could sense he wanted her but they still had yet to tip their desires over the edge.

  "Because..." he whispered, "I think you can sense that I want you."

  Tammy swallowed, buying herself time.

  "I... I don't think that's such a good idea."

  "Mmm," he growled, his voice becoming low and dominant, almost scary, "So you're saying you've thought of it too."

  "I never said that," Tammy retorted.

  She didn't know why she was fighting this. Hell, she'd wanted it to. But something was stopping her from pursuing Victor full speed ahead. She needed to take pause to just think things though a bit.

  That was smart, wasn't it?

  "You didn't have to say it," Victor replied, "I can see the desire in your eyes."

  Tammy stood up.

  "I think I should go Victor."

  He crossed the room and gripped her hand, squeezing tightly.

  "No," he replied, "I don't think you should."

  "You can't tell me what to do you know," she said, attempting to yank her hand away from him but failing.

  "Can't I?"

  "No, you can't."

  "So you mean you've never fantasized about me then?"

  "N-no," Tammy lied.

  He chuckled, "You're a horrible liar. I can see it on your face. You've thought about me while you've fingered yourself."

  He mocked her voice, "Si, Si, Fuck me señor."

  He continued, "I can imagine you mewling it while you stick your fingers deep inside your precious tightness."

  "You're wrong about me," Tammy said.

  "I don't think I am," he whispered, finally leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers.

  He did more than kiss her. He took her lips into his own as if they belonged to him, planting his tongue roughly between them before nibbling down on her lower lips, clamping them between his own.

  Tammy reached her hand to the back of Victor’s neck and ran her hands through his soft brown hair as she kissed him.

  “Mmm,” he growled as he revved up the action and began to french kiss Tammy more passionately.

  As he kissed her, he gripped her hips and forced Tammy against the wall of his living room.

  Now that his lips had touched hers there was no turning back. He wanted more of her and he knew she'd give it to him. How could she resist? He was hot, with all the romantic skills in the bedroom that Spanish men were known for. Not to mention, he was hung. Very hung.

  He pushed her up against the wall, his cock straining through his pants and pressing against her thigh.

  "I want you to suck it for me," he whispered into her ear, running his tongue down her neck.

  She shuddered as he licked her flesh, owning every inch of her that he could.

  "Okay," she said.

  "Good," he murmured, "I want you to swallow every last drop of my cum."

  Tammy wanted to ple
ase him. The more he forced her against the wall and the more dominant he grew, the greater her desire to kneel before him. His commanding demeanor in the classroom more than carried over. Her deepest fantasy was about to come true...

  She dropped to her knees, enjoying the submissive position between his thighs. She couldn't wait to inhale the scent of his throbbing man meat and wrap her lips around his tumescent member until she gagged on every inch of his cock.

  Tammy released Victor’s cock from his pants.

  From her position on her knees, she caught a full view of what Victor was packing. Tammy shouldn’t have been so surprised. Victor had the biggest dick she had ever seen. Not only was it long, but it was wide and thick. In its erect state, it could hardly stand upright.

  His cock was heavy with arousal and rock hard. Tammy marveled at Victor’s member as she gripped the base firmly. Her wetness stirred with desire. If she sucked him off, she prayed he'd have the stamina to give her what she really wanted. It had been so long since she'd been with a man. And if Victor's kisses were any indication, she would more than enjoy him in the bedroom.

  She wrapped her lips around his bulging head and began to suck him off.

  Victor groaned the moment Tammy’s lips touched his sensitive dick head. He threw his head back and spread his legs allow her greater access to her prize. Without using her hands, Tammy shoved the rest of Victor’s cock down her throat. It had been a long time but she was still well-equipped to give a damn good blow job.

  Her gag reflex was practically nonexistent and Tammy sucked him off with the passion of a young lover. Victor pulled her hair out of her face as she bobbed her head up and down his length. The sight of Tammy submitting completely to him by taking him deep down her throat caused his cock to stiffen even more.

  Tammy deep throated Victor, letting the tip of his dick head caress the back of her throat. She began to use her slippery, spit covered fingers to massage his balls around in her palm.

  Victor grunted, nearly thrust over the edge by his own pleasure. Her soft lips worked him well, and her soft moans of pleasure brought him close to an eruption. He began to thrust his hips up into the beautiful dark-skinned woman’s mouth. Tammy kept taking him deeper and deeper without gagging or complaining. She didn’t weaken her suction on his cock either.

  Tammy sucked him off hard for a few minutes and just when Victor thought she had no more tricks up her sleeves, she took a lubricated finger and began to massage his perineum. That forbidden patch of flesh between a man’s balls and asshole was the key to unlocking male pleasure.

  Victor grunted again and she felt his balls go closer to his body as he neared his orgasm. Tammy took the lubricated finger and began to gently probe Victor’s backdoor entrance. He didn’t stop her and in fact seem to enjoy the light backdoor action. The taboo nature of it all was too much to handle. Tammy slowly began to insert her finger into his asshole as she sucked him off. She took his cock deep into her mouth as her finger entered him from the back.

  With this move, it didn’t take much for Victor to cum. He breathed heavily and then groaned as he released a thick load of sperm into Tammy’s mouth.

  She grabbed his buttocks as he erupted inside her. The hot sperm flooding her mouth made her feel so wonderfully used by him. Her wetness throbbed with desire as she pulled his cock out of her mouth, swallowing every last drop of his creamy ejaculate for him.

  She looked him in the eye, waiting for a burst of pride as she saw his face. She wanted to see that look of euphoria and satisfaction that overcomes a man when he’s had an outstanding blowjob.

  Victor looked completely satisfied as if Tammy had just announced that she was bringing peace on earth. He was drained and content, but he knew it wouldn't be long before the minx had him rock hard all over again. Her supple, curvaceous body couldn't help but arouse him.

  Her strong submissive tendencies added to her appeal. That's what he wanted from her anyways: submission.

  After cumming that hard, Tammy expected Victor to be completely spent. But his libido had other plans; his sexual energy was still at an all time high and he wanted release again.

  Victor hadn’t expected himself to be able to stand up, much less fuck, but his cock remained rock hard. It was as if the thick member knew there was more business to attend to here.

  This wasn’t over.

  "Come to bed with me," he growled, more of a demand than a question.

  Tammy got to her feet.

  "If I go with you, what does this mean."

  "It means," he muttered, attempting to shove his cock back into his boxers, "We're too adults who wanted a good time."

  "So just a good time?" she asked.

  "Don't complicate it Tammy. I want you. Isn't that enough?"

  "Yes," she replied.

  "Good," he continued, "I'll make it worth your while."

  "I never expected..."

  "Trust me," he interrupted, "I didn't expect this either."

  He grabbed Tammy’s hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. Tammy had never seen the inside of one of her teacher’s bedrooms. If this were any other circumstance, she would have snooped and tried to learn everything she could about him.

  Once upstairs, he shut his door and stared at her.

  “If you want to back out, now’s your chance,” he said.

  “No way,” she shook her head, “I want to see where this goes.”

  “So you want me to make love to you?”

  She chuckled, “Make love?”

  “Too old school for you?”

  “A little bit.”

  He smirked, “Don’t worry. I don’t do everything old school.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “This will be worth your time.”

  “No man can guarantee that.”

  “I can,” he said, “But you must let me do what I wish with you.”

  “Cocky,” she said.

  He moved in closer to her, running his hand across her cheek.

  “No, wise.”

  “You’re loving this aren’t you?” She asked.

  “Maybe.”

  “Have you fantasized about it for as long as I have?” She asked.

  He chuckled, “No, not at all. You were my student…”

  “You don’t still think of me like that?”