Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Now I want your legs spread.” He was still kneeling behind her.
The urge to grind her pussy against his face was nearly overpowering. She tightened her fingers around the edge of the desk and locked her arms as she stepped wide, spreading her legs. Actual relief flooded her. She wanted to be open to him, needed him to have access to her secret parts.
“You have a lovely pussy,” he murmured. “And you’re very wet. You enjoyed your spanking. Enjoyed being bent over my desk, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Professor.” She liked him bending her over any surface he wanted.
She felt him lean in, and then he blew on her wet pussy. His hot breath felt cool against her flesh, and she didn’t bother to stifle her moan. The sound echoed against the wood under her cheek, maybe loudly enough that someone walking by would hear, but she didn’t give a damn. She didn’t care if Eddie had set the whole group right outside their door to make sure they didn’t leave. In that moment all that mattered was David. Her professor. Her lover. Her Dom.
Hers.
David rose to his feet, squeezing her hips. His breathing was labored, and she had a feeling he was nearing the end of his control.
She heard fabric rustle, and a moment later there was a rubbery snap. She looked back to see that he’d put on a pair of latex gloves. “What are you doing, Professor?”
He grinned, a look that made her sigh. “Got these from the kitchen. See, I didn’t do what my mentor told me to, but I’m going to prove that I can find the things I need in the field.”
He’d done what? She’d thought he’d spent all his time studying, but apparently he’d gone on a kink scavenger hunt. “You prepared?”
The grin became a sexy smirk. “Of course I did. The foundation of academia is prep work. Prepping lectures, writing proposals, finding supplies to use on your sub’s ass…”
“Oh, I can feel the students lining up for that class,” she snarked.
“You would be surprised. They didn’t have lube in the kitchen, but I got this.” He held up a small jar of a white substance. “Coconut oil. If you can eat it, it can be used as lube. I will fight anyone who says otherwise.”
And she would come out with a supple anus. “David…”
He took off the top then dipped one finger in, thrusting it in and out of the thick, gel-like substance, which she knew would turn slick and liquid with the heat of her body. Watching him finger-fuck the coconut oil was making her jealous…of a jar.
Tessa dropped her head back onto the desk before she completely lost her mind. She gave over to the experience because there was nothing else to do. This man could take her anywhere.
This was what life would be like with him. He would always be thinking of her, always considering how to be her man in the best, kinkiest way possible, and as much thought as he put into sex, he would put into their relationship.
A second later he was spreading her cheeks apart, his touch firm and sure, and she tried to concentrate on that sensation, not the emotion she felt welling inside her. Embarrassment bit at her. No matter how many times she had her ass played with she always felt a little embarrassed. It was ridiculous, and she knew there was no reason for it, but it was there all the same.
David must have sensed her change in mood because he leaned over and kissed her waist. “I want you to relax your ass for me. You know how to take something here, don’t you?”
His oil-coated finger swiped over her sensitive flesh, sending a gasp through her.
“Yes, Professor.” She held her breath because he was right there, pressing against her with the most delicious pressure.
“And when was the last time you had something up your ass?”
Naturally the bastard wanted to talk at the exact moment she was ready to go.
“It’s been a year, maybe a little longer,” she admitted.
“And what, specifically, did you have in here?” His finger swirled around her tight ring.
“A plug.” She would keep her answers simple and honest and maybe he would move on because she had the feeling this was going to be unlike anything she’d had before.
“Now you’re going to take my fingers in your ass, aren’t you?” The words were practically a growl.
She arched, lifting her ass, inviting him to use her, fuck her. She didn’t want a plug from him. She wanted him. “Yes, please. I want your fingers, your cock, in my ass.”
His finger zeroed in on her entrance, and he pressed in with a little shove. Her body gave, and despite knowing she shouldn’t, she clenched down around him. He pushed his finger in deeper, past the second ring of muscle, forcing her to open to him.