Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” he purrs, pushing his tongue into me and making me squeal as he starts to push it in and out, like he’s shallowly fucking me with his tongue. My body trembles and quivers, my pussy flooding his tongue with my arousal as he starts to lick me faster, and more insistently. His fingers tug at my panties, stretching them away from my pussy as he devours me. That wicked tongue of his slides up and down my lips, pushing in against my virginity before sliding up to swirl across my clit.
Oliver pulls away with a snarl suddenly, and I start to whimper in protest before he grabs my panties and with one quick tug, yanks them down my legs and tosses them onto his desk. He grunts, shoving my thighs apart and moving in, and I moan loudly as his tongue delves between my pussy lips again.
I fall back, one hand planted on his desk, my mouth slack and my eyes hooded with lust and pleasure as I look down at him. His big hands grip my creamy thighs, pulling my legs lewdly open for him as he tongues my little pussy. My other hand drops to his head, my fingers pushing into his thick dark hair, and when he starts to swirl his tongue around and around my clit, I start to come undone.
“Professor!”
“Let me taste this pretty pussy, baby girl,” he groans into me. “Let me make this little cunt come all over my tongue. Let me taste what your virgin cum tastes like, baby. Come for me. Come on my fucking tongue.”
He snarls like an animal as he moves back in, and pleasure explodes through my body as he sucks my clit between his lips and starts to bat it with his tongue. His hand moves up, his fingers stroking my lips and teasingly pushing shallowly inside as he tongues me.
“Be a good girl and come for me, Anastasia,” he growls. “Come for your teacher like a bad little girl. Come on my fucking tongue and all over my desk. And every goddamn time I sit here for the rest of the year, when I look at you over it, I want you to remember that your sweet little pussy came all the fuck over it for me.”
He groans and moves back in, mercilessly teasing my clit over and over and over again, and when he sucks it between his lips again and circles it with his tongue, and groans into me, I’m done.
And I explode.
I throw my head back and almost scream in pleasure, the cry of ecstasy tumbling from my lips as my hips buck against his mouth. The orgasm—and one that is infinitely more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt with my own hands—explodes through me, pushing the air from my lungs, arching my back and my butt off the desk against his mouth, and blurring the edges of my sanity. I moan again and again, writhing on his desk, bucking against his mouth over and over, until with on last little spasm of pleasure, I whimper and melt across his desk.
My whole body is shaking and trembling when he catches me, pulling me up so that I’m sitting on the edge of his desk, panting and shaking. Heat flushes through my face, and I can feel a lingering throb of pleasure pulsing between my legs. Oliver stands, his face a mask of lust as he cups my face and crushes his lips to mine.
I freeze for one second at the taste of myself on his lips, and then I’m kissing him right back, eagerly and hungrily tasting myself on his tongue.
“Professor Bard,” I gasp, whimpering as he kisses me fiercely. “That… that…”
“That was just the beginning,” he groans, pulling back, his eyes blazing into mine.
“I’ve been waiting far too long to get my hands on you, Anastasia,” he purrs quietly, holding my gaze fiercely. “And now that I’ve got you, I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Our lips crush together again, and I moan as he starts to tug at the buttons of my uniform blouse.
“I’ll never be done with you,” he growls quietly. “Ever.”
4
Oliver
I’m fucking lost as I kiss her. Lost, unhinged, and insane, and the feeling of all three together is like a rush through my chest. Kissing her feels like perfection. It feels like exactly what I was put on this earth to do. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop now.
My hand drifts to her neck, gripping it gently but firmly as I kiss her. Anastasia moans wildly, kissing me even fiercer, and the fire roars through me.
…She likes giving me the control. It’s not just that she’s inexperienced, and willing to let me take the lead. She wants the loss of control. She loves it. This isn’t some sick power thing where I’m forcing her. She genuinely is into me taking charge. And she’s fucking wet because of it.