Page 58 of See Me After Class

This, at any rate, was what I told myself. I wouldn't fixate on the blood-red flush of her lips or the iridescent gray of her eyes or how she reminded me of everything I wanted to have, but couldn't.

No, I would not do that. Absolutely not.

She sat on the edge of the operating table. Her hair was wilder than ever, falling in a riotous mess down her shoulders. Her face was still flushed.

It was her eyes that made me irrationally angry, though. She had no business looking at me like that, like she absolutely understood the chokehold she had me in, and how I could do nothing about it. Nothing except try to get it out by telling myself that this was just basic, primal, disgusting. As soon as I'd had my fill, it'd be over. It'd be the end of it.

Sure. Tell yourself that.

I stepped forward, meeting the provocation that shone in her ocean of gray.

"Spread your legs, please."

She did as I ordered. I stopped just in front of her and squeezed her thighs with my hands. Slowly, I moved them up until they reached the soft wetness centered between her legs. My fingers touched her. She moaned and arched her back.

Dessie eyed the bulge in my pants. Saying nothing, she reached for my belt.

Dessie

I pulledDr. Galbraith's pants down, impatience making me work quickly. Questions and guilt burned in my mind, but I didn't want to think about what I was doing.

Not when it felt so damn good.

Soon, I had his cock wrapped in my palm. I closed my eyes and explored its length, running my fingers over the long veins. I was acutely aware of his long, thick finger stroking the entrance of my core. I groaned softly, encouraging him to have at it.

I'd given myself a manicure last night, taking care to paint my nails a blood red. I didn't know what I was thinking—this wasn't a shade I'd normally choose. Right now, I languidly observed my hand dragging those nails down the sensitive underside of Dr. Galbraith's cock.

"Fuck," he growled as I reached further to cup his balls. They felt heavy and filled my small palm.

Oh, boy, there's a nice thickness here.I greedily circled the head of his cock and brought my thumb to my mouth to get a taste of him.

All this while, his eyes never left mine. What was he thinking? What did he want to do with me? Would he destroy me before I got what I came for?

Would I let him?

"Come here," he said roughly, bringing my head forward by grabbing a fistful of my hair. He smashed his lips against mine, bruising me with the demand in his kiss. I moaned into his mouth, parting my lips so his tongue could clash against myown. I took a deep dive, my hand jerking him off rigorously as his mouth claimed mine.

He broke the kiss. "Tell me what you're thinking," he asked, his voice carrying a quiet edge. "Tell me, Dr. Davenport."

I quieted the storm in my heart. "I'm thinking I'd like you to fuck me and spray your hot seed all over my tits while you rub me to an orgasm. Are you up for it?"

He didn't reply, but his hands began rubbing me quicker. My muscles tensed. "I've been very naughty, haven't I?" This was more of a statement than a question.

The corners of Dr. Galbraith's lips twitched. He wanted to say something, but he wasafraid.

"Enough," he muttered to himself, taking his cock in his hand before placing it over my clitoris.

My body wants him so much… but my mind…

I moaned hard as he pushed his cock down to my waiting lips and inched teasingly, achingly, slowly into me. He paused when the wide head entered me and looked into my eyes.

Without blinking, we held each other's gaze. I squeezed my muscles around his shaft, making him growl once again. He put a finger in my mouth, and I let my tongue roll over it, tasting salt and my own need on the surface.

He slowly pushed on, deliciously stretching me until I was completely full. I smiled at him, almost feral, and without saying a word, began rubbing my clit as he began to move, compelling me to keep up. His eyes fell on my tits, watching them bounce as our bodies fused and broke with every thrust. I began sweating lightly. He leaned in to lick a single bead from the soft skin above my upper lip.

"God, do you know how sexy you are?" he asked.

What an odd thing to say to a research intern,I thought, staying noncommittal. It sounded odd even coming from amouth so pedantic. Perhaps that was what made this all the more desirable.

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