Chapter 91 Fucking My Yoga Instructor 🌶️🌶️🌶️
Chapter 91
NANCY'S POV
“And…lean to the left…” His voice was loud, calm, soothing as everybody moved on the yoga mats, stretching deeply as he instructed.
My hands were raised above my head, my dark eyes following his every move, gaze lingering on the ripple of abs that flexed every time he spoke.
Oh my god.
I felt like a total pervert.
Stalking someone and signing up for their class all because of one thingㅡ I needed them to fuck me.
I wasn't even kidding.
It had been just a day since Daniel broke up with me and Sarah had suggested going to a club and getting laid. Well, you can imagine how that went. All the boys invited weren't my type in some way and the one who I had spotted across the room, igniting a flush of desire in me didn't want me.
Yep.
But be damned if I had let that stop me. I needed to feel his strong hands rub me relentlessly, feeling those fingers that was wrapped around a bottle of wine yesterday slide into my sopping cunt. So, I had done what any obsessed and sex crazed woman in my position wouldㅡ I stalked him.
Found out he was a yoga instructor and I signed up.
Now, I felt like a hawk, chest heaving and my pussy pulsing uncomfortably as I watched him pace around shirtless.
“Nancy, you're not doing that right. Your back should be arched properly…” he started stalking towards me, his brows knitted and serious.
My heart flipped, a grin almost pulling at my lips as he came to kneel behind me. And then, his hands were on my waist. Strong and guiding. He was professional, only seeking to adjust my posture but the way his firm hands held me in place and slid down to my lower hips had me gasping for air.
Before I could bask in the feeling of his touch, arching back against him as his hot breath brushed against my ear, he was already pulling away, moving to the next lady beside me.
Fuck.
After what felt like an hour long of agonizing pain as my pussy continued to drip just by watching him do menial tasks, I was convinced that I would literally die if I didn't get to fuck this Greek god at least once.
I don't think I had ever wanted someone this badly or desperately.
“Okay, guys. Good job. Class is over.” He called out, jerking me out of my thoughts as he clapped his hands in a single powerful sound.
Other people around me started to move, beginning to laugh and talk within themselves as they rolled their mats, bidding goodbye to him as he walked to the front of the class, picking his bottle and flicking it open to take a gulp.
My gaze followed his movementsㅡ watching the way his plump lips wrapped around the mouth
of the bottle, sweat dripping from his blonde hair.
Oh my god, I would kill to be that bottle.
Everyone else had left the class but I was still standing there, rooted to the spot as I watched him, my throat suddenly feeling a bit too dry.
Suddenly, he turned to me, as though only noticing that I was still there. “Can I help you? Class is over, go home.”
I gulped, a small smile pulling at my lips as I walked up to him, my hips swaying slightly. “Just wanted to…thank you for such an immersive class today.”
His gaze raked over me for a second, then flitted back to his bottle, like it was suddenly interesting and he wasn't used to anyone walking up to him after class in this manner. “That's great…”
Damning all reasonable thoughts, I gently raised my hand, gently brushing off invisible lint off his bare shoulder that was rigged with muscles.
Fuck, the amount of muscles this man was packing was ridiculous.
His eyes slowly dropped to look at me, confusion flickering across his face. “What are youㅡ”
My breathing was shallow, the tips of my ear red as I maintained eye contact with him. “I especially loved the part where you held my waist…” I purred. “I would love a replay of that…”
This wasn't going to work. But I knew I wouldn't be able to spend another night if he didn't fuck me. I may as well combust.
He shuddered, looking at me for a second longer than he had the first time before his hand caught my wrist, preventing me from tracing further. “I don't know what you're talking about. Leave…”
But there was no bite in his voice. And that is exactly why I kept pushing.
“Leave? Do you seriously want me to do that, Mr Brandon?” I drawled out his name, letting it roll off my tongue with a suave lilt to it.
He didn't move, just stared at me with his nostrils flaring as his grip on my wrist loosened, allowing me to continue to trace mindless circles down the hard planes of his stomach. “Your yoga classes…they teach one to be very flexible…but…” I leaned closer, standing up on my tiptoes so my lips could brush his ear, my voice soft. “I'm already quite flexible. Wanna test that theory?”
His nostrils flared as I pulled back, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You. Should. Leave.”
“Leave? Not before you fuck me, Mr Brandon. And seeing the way this bad boy is telling a different story….” I smirked, letting my fingers trace over the obvious tent in his sweatpants, relishing in the way he shuddered. “I'd say you're a pretty horrible liar.”
Suddenly he moved, backing me up against the wall, kicking my legs apart as he settled between them, fingers immediately reaching for my crotch, tracing over the damp light leggings. “You're fucking soaked? Is this what you were thinking about when I was teaching?”
A groan dragged up my throat. “Oh my god…”
He bunched the material at my crotch and pulled, the sound of tearing fabric barely registering in my head before I felt cold air hit my pussy from the hole he had created.
I almost collapsed on the spot. What the fuckㅡ
His finger sneaked into my trousers, cupping my aching pussy as his voice became low and ragged. “Tell me, Nancy…do you still want to test that theory?”