Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 41137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
He kisses me. I kiss him back, starving, his words echoing in my mind.
His hands slide up my top, pushing it up and over my head. He teases my breasts over my simple black bra, and for a second I wish I had worn sexier underwear, but at least it’s matching.
“Fuck, Clara,” he whispers in my ear. “Your breasts are perfect. They fit right in the palm of my hand, just a little bit more.”
I bite my lip as he kisses my neck and my collarbone. He unhooks my bra and I let it slide off.
“And these pink little nipples? Fuck.” He kisses my breasts, bites them softly. “Perfect.”
He moves back, looking at my body. I let him look. In fact, I love that he’s looking.
I’ve never had someone look at me like this before, with pure, unhidden desire.
He spreads my legs and unbuttons my jeans. He doesn’t fumble, he doesn’t hesitate. He’s not some little boy, asking for permission.
He kisses my nipple, my neck, my lips. He unzips my jeans, and I lift my hips up as he slides them off.
And he drops to his knees in front of me.
I gasp as he kisses my inner thigh.
“You weren’t… joking,” I say, blinking, as his lips tease my pussy over my underwear. I must be dripping wet already.
“I don’t joke about getting you off, Clara,” he says. He pushes my panties aside and teases my clit with his tongue.
I groan softly before biting my lip. He smirks, looking up at me. “Quiet now,” he says. “Can you do that for me?”
I nod, biting my lip harder as he starts to suck and lick me faster. I have to swallow my pants, my moans. I struggle to stay quiet as pleasure blooms all through me.
I’ve never had a man go down on me like this before. It feels so fucking good. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to lick my clit, how to move his tongue, his lips, even his teeth. It’s driving me wild, and he clearly enjoys it, too.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he says, sliding two fingers inside of my pussy. I gasp softly. “Absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to taste your cum on my tongue.”
“Shit, Jason,” I whisper. “Are you sure nobody’s going to come in here?”
“No,” he says, smirking, pushing his fingers deeper. “I’m not sure at all.”
He leaves his fingers inside of me as he starts to lick and suck my clit again. I’m writhing now, moving my hips, losing myself.
There’s a voice in the back of my head that’s worried about getting caught, but that voice only makes this moment that much hotter.
Jason Turner’s going down on me right now. My hot-as-sin professor is licking my pussy, and it feels so fucking good. He thinks I’m delicious and he wants to get me off.
And we’re doing it on campus, in some random office.
My god, this is so fucked up, so wrong. But I don’t care.
His fingers curl and slide in and out, fucking me, as he licks and sucks my clit. I start to move faster, moving my hips. I grab his hair with one hand, still leaning back. My bare breasts shake as I heave in deep breaths, struggling to keep myself quiet.
I can’t do it. I let out soft moans as my body starts to tense. Pleasure overwhelms me, growing and building, deep in my core. He fucks me with his fingers, curling in and out, licking my clit, driving me wild.
I can barely control myself. The orgasm comes over me, swift and intense. I grip his hair hard but that only makes him go faster, fucking my pussy faster with his fingers, thrusting them in and out. As I come, he looks up at me, fingers finishing the job, driving me wild.
When I finish, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and he cleans them off, one at a time, with a smile on his face.
“You’re a very good student, Clara,” he says, stepping back from me.
I stare at him, sweating slightly, breathing deep. I’m topless, my jeans are on the floor, my moccasins are on top of them, and my useless, soaked panties are still pushed aside. I’m wearing just a pair of green socks with white stripes.
He stares at my body. I can feel his eyes taking me in, looking at my blossoming, red pussy, at my pink nipples, still hard as hell, at my lips, bitten from exertion.
“God damn, you are perfect,” he says softly. “You have no idea how wrong this is, but I couldn’t care less.”
“It’s a good risk, right?”
He smirks. “Exactly.”
He steps away, takes the chair from the back of the door, and slips out without another word, leaving me sitting on the desk, basically naked.
It takes me a second to get myself together. I hop down, dress quickly, and straighten myself up. I wait another few minutes before leaving the office.