Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
My whole body tenses in anticipation, my fingertips digging into the desk.
But he doesn’t do anything, not at first.
I can feel his breath tickling me, making my hips squirm, and I’m so close to just bucking up into his face so I can get some pressure, some sort of release.
“So fucking pretty,” he says, his voice gruff, and it’s apparent he’s staring at my pussy, just open and on display for him. “So fucking beautiful.”
He touches my clit with his fingertip and I grind my teeth against the pencil, moaning, wanting more. He rubs it slowly then drags his finger down, the pressure now like a feather, until it reaches where I’m terribly wet.
“So sweet,” he groans, teasing around my entrance. “So desperate.”
I gasp, agreeing with him, unable to keep from holding back. I try to thrust my hips toward him.
It only makes him withdraw his finger, leaving me to whimper.
“Such a greedy little cunt for such a good student,” he surmises, his stark words making me feel dizzy with desire. “I can smell your desperation. I can see it.”
I make a noise of want, muffled by the pencil.
He lowers his head and blows on me.
I shriek, the pencil nearly falling from my mouth.
Suddenly he’s on me, devouring me with lips and tongue, a feverish attack, a messy one. He’s licking me up and down, sucking my clit into his mouth, biting lightly, while his fingers start to fuck me by ones, by twos, by threes. He works them in and out of me while he devours and I am moaning, bucking, nearly falling off the desk.
Several times he has to grab my hips and pull me back down or pull me back up and then he’s right back at eating me, like his appetite will never be vanquished.
This feels right. It feels like a million different things but it feels right.
Like I’m his to be tasted, like I’m his for whatever he wants.
In the back of my head, I know he’s going to try and pull back after this, I know he’s letting himself give in because he wants me that badly. But I’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. For now, my pussy is being ravaged by my psychologist, right on his office desk, and that’s all I need. One good orgasm might undo weeks of strife.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps against me, and his breath hitches, his body stiffening. Then a long moan that vibrates against my clit.
Did he just come?
In his pants?
The thought of it is enough to push me over the edge, to let go.
“God!” I cry out through the pencil as the orgasm slams through me, shaking my limbs, making my body feel like it’s rising off the desk. An exorcism. I keep writhing, my eyes pinched shut but seeing stars, my nails clawing wildly at the wood, the air squeezed from my lungs. If he wasn’t gripping my hips so hard, if his mouth didn’t continue to eat with abandon, I think I might shatter into a million fragments.
At least the pencil does.
It snaps in half and I have to spit it out, the taste of wood and lead mixing with the highest point of ecstasy.
Finally he pulls back, breathing hard and I’m delirious with glee. My body twitches, effervescent.
He swallows audibly, a ragged exhale, and I raise my head to look at him, my abs burning.
His eyes are unfocused, the glassy grey of the inlet, as he grabs me by the elbows and pulls me forward so I’m sitting up right, then cups his hand over the back of my head. His forehead touches mine and we both try to get our breaths back.
No words are spoken.
None need to be said.
Not now.
Finally he lets go and straightens up.
My gaze drops to his crotch, seeing the wet spot.
I look up at him with a brow arched. He did come, didn’t he?
He gives me a chagrined look that says yes and clears his throat. His mouth is shiny with my desire. “Some things can’t be helped,” he says, by way of explanation.
He’s said this before and I have to agree.
Him, me, us, this…it can’t be helped.
CHAPTER 20
“Today, we’re in luck,” Nick announces from the front of the Learning Centre. We’ve only just found our seats, tablets at the ready. “And it’s a nice change of pace. We’re going on a field trip.”
“More foraging?” Rav says with a heavy sigh, leaning back in his chair as if he’s being crushed by the thought.
“No,” Nick says pointedly. “We’ll leave the foraging for when we go on the camping trip to the peninsula next week. This morning I’m taking you to the—drumroll please.” He does an exaggerated imaginary one that makes my eyes roll. “The propagation lab.”
Oh? I sit up a little straighter. So does everyone else.
That is a nice change.