Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Oh,” I cried when he spanked me again, painting the left cheek red to match the right. It was insane how turned on I was. I was learning a lot about myself that day.
Fingers scrambling, I unhooked the last stitch of clothing on me—losing my bra. Adonis took one look at me, naked and spread out like a buffet, and groaned deep in his chest.
“Fuck, Luna.” He climbed on top of me. “You’re incredible.”
If I thought the spanking was hot. Those words burned me to a crisp.
Adonis made like he was going to kiss me and missed, nipping my chin instead. My head fell back as he burned a trail down my chin to my breast. My nipple disappeared in his mouth.
“Fuck’s sake,” I moaned, arching off the wood.
Adonis flicked and tortured the helpless nub, sucking harder to the tune of my cries. It occurred to me that I should be quiet so we don’t get caught, but that thought fled as soon as it arrived—chased away by two fingers pushed past my folds.
I’m glad I can say Professor Anthony did not take it easy on me. Once they were in, his fingers set off like the races, plunging in and out of my pussy at a punishing speed. I told the man to fuck me. He was completing his assignment for an A plus.
“Yes. Ugh, yes, Professor. Right there. Ri— Hmpf!”
A hand clamped over my mouth, wisely muffling my increasingly loud moans. It thoroughly impressed me how he managed to finger-fuck me, muzzle me, and worship my breast at the same time. We were past expert level to a level not meant for newly non-virgins like me.
My body warmed fast. Electricity zipped through my muscles, twisting and contorting them—telling me to run from the pain but bend to the pleasure.
Adonis crooked his finger, striking a spot inside me that made me slam my heel on the desk. Once undid me. Twice—
Eyes rolling up in my head, I came hard—screaming my orgasm into his palm.
“Uhh,” I huffed, flopping boneless on the desk. “Holy shit, Professor Anthony. How bad do I have to be... to make you do that again? Please, sir—”
“I thought I told you”—he fisted my hair—“to stop talking.”
Adonis slid me off the desk onto my knees. I gazed up at him with fevered eyes and parted lips.
He shoved his boxers down, and I swallowed hard.
I felt him through his pants and even that didn’t prepare me for the flagpole I just begged to stake me. It won’t fit, I thought, raking his thick, uncut cock. There’s no way this fits.
“Open.”
I obeyed, swallowing him happily.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” he said. “Pinch my thigh if it’s too much.”
I smacked his thigh, shouting “get on with it,” around his cock. By his smirk, he got the message loud and clear.
Adonis started pumping, sliding in and out past my swelling lips. He held me firm—making it clear he wasn’t here for a blow job. He was here to fuck the shit out of my mouth.
Gripping his thighs, I gagged trying to take all of him in. He filled my throat to bursting—warm and pulsing in my cavern. I just relaxed—ordering him with my eyes not to stop. I wanted him to hurt me, gag me, fuck me. I wanted to forget there was a world outside this office. A world determined to bring me lower than a person can go.
“Holy shit,” Professor Anthony groaned. “Why am I not surprised this tasty little mouth is as hot as it’s sharp?” He pumped faster still, plowing the back of my throat.
If someone walked in right then, I’d either be expelled and him fired, or they’d use that to blackmail us into a threesome. No doubt there was no hotter sight than this man plunging in my mouth while I moaned and begged on my knees. If someone told me that morning that this was how my day would go, I’d have flipped them off for talking impossible nonsense.
Adonis’s thighs tightened under my grip. Even my limited sexual experience told me what was coming.
I ordered my body to relax. Take all that he had to give me. I wanted this. I wanted him—
Professor Anthony pulled out and exploded on my face. I cried out as hot ropes of cum covered me. I accepted right then that sex with him would not be predictable. I knew nothing of what it was like to be with a grown man with his kind of experience.
“That’s one way to stop me talking.” My grin was wicked. “Didn’t quite work though.” I bent over the desk, wiggling my ass. “I should be punished until the lesson sinks in.”
“Yes, you should.” Adonis palmed my breasts from behind, rolling my nipples over his writer’s callouses. “Beg for it.”
“Fuck me, Professor Anthony. Split me with that yummy, fat cock.” Dirty talk was coming easier to me. “I’m going to be a very, very bad girl from now on. Better teach me to obey while you still have the chance.”