Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“No,” she whispers. “I would never… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” She hisses out the last part.
“Breathe,” I demand, and she does, obeying like the good girl I know I can train her to be.
“Yeah.” My eyes caress her face. “You’re a naughty girl,” I inform her as she shakes her head.
Bad decisions are about to be made.
“I think you are. You just don’t know it yet.” Reaching for her hair, I jerk her head back so I can take what’s mine and slam my lips onto hers. She moans, allowing my tongue to take over.
Claiming.
Tasting.
Fucking unleashing two days of pent-up need on her as I tighten my fist in her hair. She moans again, and I know I’m fucked when her nails dig into my neck. Our tongues tangle, and I slide my other hand up her leg. Frantically, she spreads her legs a bit, allowing me to pull her ass to the edge so I can rub my cock on her soaked panties.
“Christ.” I jerk her head back more, forcing her eyes to connect with mine.
“Tell me to stop.” Not caring if I sound harsh, I’m giving her a chance to end this.
“Don’t stop.” She arches her back, shoving her tits into my chest, and that’s it. I’m done denying myself. I push her back to lie on my desk. Her hair spills around my white papers, her eyes slits as she licks her lips.
“Tell me what a naughty girl you are. Because only naughty girls get to have their professor eat their cunt,” I growl.
Her eyes widen, and her chest rises up and down as if she’s panting.
“Please…” she moans, her hands reaching for me, but I step back.
“Say it…” More turned on than I can ever remember, I look down at her, daring her to play my game.
“Please… Dean Powers…I’m a naughty girl…” Her voice goes to a whisper, and I smile.
“Yes. Yes, you are.” Leaning forward, I flip her dress up and stare at her cute pink panties, which have a wet spot. And the beast has been released. I kneel.
“Pull your panties to the side and spread your legs wider,” I order, my cock so hard I almost unzip my jeans so I can jerk off. But I’m gonna finger fuck her as I suck on her clit. I can wait. Her hand reaches down and slides her panties to the side, and I grab her boots off my desk and put them on my shoulders. Leaning forward, I circle my tongue on her slick, juicy nub, and all thoughts of right and wrong, good and bad, vanish.
“Oh my...” She groans as I suck on her clit.
“Alex, you taste good. Look at this wet pink pussy.” My tongue trails back and forth as she opens her legs wider. I shove my tongue inside her, fucking her tight pussy with it, her juices already covering my face as her greedy cunt tightens.
“I’m going to…” she moans out.
Pulling back, I stand. Her left boot falls off my shoulder, her eyes pop open, and she wails, “Nooo.”
“Quiet,” I hiss, putting my hand next to her head and shoving two fingers deep inside her unbelievably tight core.
“Jesus Christ.” I’ve never felt any woman as tight as this, and my cock starts to leak. Her eyes lock onto mine. Gazing at her beautiful face, I keep fucking her with my two fingers.
“I’m gonna… Please, Professor… Dean, can I come?” Her hands grab the side of my desk, and I can’t decide if I want to eat her again, or watch her face as she goes over.
“Yeah, come for me.” I pull my fingers out and rub her wetness back and forth on her clit with such intensity, her eyes roll back in her head.
She freezes, and I kneel to suck on her clit, needing to taste her honey nectar as she orgasms in my mouth.
“Brett?” Is someone knocking on my door?
“Busy, I’m eating,” I grumble, my mouth against her clit. Then I latch onto it as it pulses and contracts.
“Holy shit,” she hisses and tries to sit up, but I shove her back and lick her, only to hear another knock, this time harder, and my pussy fog starts to evaporate as I wonder if I locked the door. Someone walking in right now, with Alex on my desk and my head in her cunt, would probably not go over well.
“It’s Dan Beck,” the voice filters in.
“Shit,” I whisper, standing, then wiping my mouth with my hand.
“Oh God,” she whispers, sitting up and frantically pulling down her dress. Her eyes are the size of saucers, her breathing still harsh, and all I can think is, this is the one who’s going to be my downfall.
Because, Christ, that was the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt, and I must have it.