Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“How about, then . . .” I spoke slow and hypnotic. “You just watch?” I let go of the skirt, where one side was bunched at my waist, and my fingers crept down to touch myself. As he watched me rub my clit in tight circles, he once again pushed up his glasses on his nose.
Like he wanted to better examine what I was doing.
Heat pooled inside me, not just from my touch, but from the entire experience. I’d never masturbated in front of someone else—at least, not as a performance, and because of the scene we’d created, he was the professor, studying and grading me.
We’d been told that every orgasm needed to be real, but it was okay to embellish our performances if we wanted, and so I let out a soft moan. Touching myself felt good, but it didn’t feel that good—at least, not enough to warrant the whimper of pleasure I gave.
But it had the desired effect. The professor neared his breaking point.
“Stop,” he begged, reaching up to cover my hand with his and get me to cease moving. “We can’t do this.”
Except now his hand was between my legs, and he couldn’t resist temptation any longer. As I slid my hand out from beneath his, his fingers remained, his palm falling against the band of lace at the top of my thigh-high.
His shoulders lifted with an enormous breath as he stared at where his hand rested. He pretended this was a decision he struggled with, but instead of pulling away, his raised his index finger and tentatively brushed it over the most sensitive part of me.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
He did it again, and with every gentle stroke of his fingertips through my slit, reluctance faded from his expression until it was completely wiped away. Once the hesitancy was gone, it unleashed all the desire he’d been holding back.
He straightened so he sat in the office chair with perfect posture, and it only added to his authority. He was touching me with his left hand, and his right one slipped beneath my skirt and held on to my bare hip. It was to keep me in place as he pushed a finger inside me.
My mouth rounded into a silent ‘oh,’ and I flung my free hand behind me, arching with pleasure.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said. “This is so wrong.”
But he didn’t stop or even slow down. His grip on me tightened, his fingers biting into my skin, while he eased a second finger in to join the first. The stretch of his invasion was uncomfortable, but in a pleasurable way. This time when I moaned, it was completely real.
“Is this what you were hoping for?” he demanded.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Fuck.” He stared at me like he was angry, but I couldn’t tell at what. He acted like I’d forced him into this, given him no choice. But he also seemed pissed at himself for not being able to stop.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped because it felt really good. He had me pinned to the desktop and two fingers deep inside me, pumping at a tempo that made the desk squeak quietly. I squirmed and rocked my hips, matching his pace.
He seemed content to listen to my gasps of satisfaction and work his slick fingers in and out of me for a long while, but time also seemed to slow down.
“You wanted to discuss a better grade,” he reminded.
“Yeah.” It was hard to think over the steam he’d filled my body with. “I’d . . . do anything for an A. Whatever you want to do to me. Doesn’t that sound like a good deal?”
“Hmm. Why don’t you let me think about it,” his tone was authoritative, “while you suck my cock?”
“Yes, Professor.” His fingers withdrew when I began to sit up, and I found his expression pleased.
There was a strange thrill coursing through me as I climbed down off the desk. I really enjoyed going down on another person, but this . . . wasn’t that.
Well, shit.
I swallowed thickly as I realized the source of my excitement.
It meant Colin would be coming into the scene soon. I pushed the thought away, determined to focus on what I was supposed to do.
Scott swiveled his chair a little to the side, making just enough room for me to kneel between his legs. I coursed my hands up over his legs, not going too high up his thighs so I’d stay out of his way as he worked to undo his pants.
Like me, he wasn’t wearing underwear, so as soon as his belt and zipper were undone, the pants were open enough that his impressive dick was revealed. My heart beat quicker as I watched him stroke himself, making him grow hard and bigger until his cock was impossibly stiff.
Fitting that inside any part of my body was going to be a challenge.