Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Diana felt sheepish as she clicked on Markup. "Thank you, Professor."
"And while we're at it...how about adding a two-way arrow here then a clockwise one on this part? Just click on the Plus button."
Diana did as asked, but this time, the professor's commands were a lot harder to execute as her iPad refused to cooperate.
"Click on the actual arrow," he advised, "and the additional design options for arrows should show up at the bottom of the screen."
"I'm trying," Diana protested, "But it's clearly not working."
"Here, let me show you."
Before Diana could say another word, the professor had already moved to stand behind her.
Oh. No. Oh. Shit.
And then he was already there, the professor's strong arms forming a cage around her body, and it was all she could do to keep breathing.
He reached for her right hand, his fingers covering her own, and Diana's body burned so hotly a part of her was simply waiting for her clothes to catch fire.
"You should just do this..."
You should just do me, Diana thought dizzily.
"And now click on this green button." His voice had thickened by the end, and Diana couldn't help but think of something else that was wonderfully thick.
His head slowly bent down, and Diana fought hard against the urge of arching her neck.
"Do you get it now?" His breath tickled her ear as he spoke, and her toes curled hard.
"Y-Yes."
This time, Diana's word came out in a sexy little whimper, and arousal bit into him hard. The last ounce of sanity the professor possessed urged him to quit while he still could, but the devil inside of him was persuasive as hell, telling him what he wanted to hear.
She's already here, even went as far as coming with her tits jiggling free under her dress.
Come on, look down. See those nipples saying hi to you?
If you don't keep your word when she's kept hers, she might misunderstand, and she'll leave here hurt and feeling like you've done something wrong.
So really, you're doing a good thing here.
Just give her what you want.
And so he did.
"I want to see you cum again," he said roughly. "Will you let me?"
"Yes." Her reply was soft but swift, no fucking hesitation at all because it seemed she was stupid enough to trust him with everything.
"Then start with your breasts, darling. Pull your dress down until they spill free."
Her trembling fingers followed his command, her boobs bouncing out a moment later: pale, perfectly shaped, and crowned with pretty-in-pink nipples.
It was a tormentingly beautiful sight, and a hiss escaped him. "Yes." God, yes. "Now pinch them the way you want me to pinch them." His conscience made one last-ditch effort to save him, telling him he was taking too much of a risk, but he shut his ears to it. "Imagine it's my fingers pinching them." He was being careful, dammit. There wasn't any flesh-to-flesh contact, was there? It was all safe. Nothing like the fucking past was going to happen.
So shut the fuck up, conscience.
The professor looked down, and he swallowed hard at seeing her breasts now swollen with need.
God.
If only he had the fucking right to take her breasts into his mouth. But because he couldn't, he sought to distract himself, his fingers curling around his dick, stroking just enough to keep it from going crazy and overruling his brain.
When he heard Diana start to pant, he knew she needed more to push her over the edge, and he was more than happy to teach her the way. "Have you ever fingered yourself, Diana?"
A silent, jerky shake of her dark head, and he nearly exploded at what it meant.
Ah God, this just made him the luckiest and unluckiest bastard all at the same time.
"Would you like to try while I watch?"
He saw her teeth sink into her lower lip, and just when he was convinced it meant she would refuse, he heard her say shakily, "If you want me to."
"I do. Badly."
"Then...yes." She released her left breast and her fingers slowly moved down.
"You don't need to worry about anything," he said hoarsely. "Just one finger will do. Just to open you up and make it ready when it's my dick turn." He heard her breath catch at the mention of his dick, and his strokes automatically jerked faster. "You like thinking of my dick going inside of you?"
"Y-Yes."
"Me, too, darling."
"Then why—-"
"Because it's not the right time yet." And it never would be, but she didn't have to know that. "Now, let's get that finger wet..." This time, it was her whole body that shook, and he bit back a groan at how fucking sensitive she was.
"Show me how you get it wet..." And she did, pushing her dress all the way up until her moist, quivering cunt was bared to his sight.
And God, what a fucking pretty sight it was.