Page 7 of Bait

This is really, really, really fucked up and wrong. But something tells me, if I actually believed that, we wouldn’t be here, or I’d be pushing him away and running from the room.

But I’m not. And I’m not going to. Because all I want is to keep kissing him, and I never want to stop.

He groans into my mouth, pushing me back until my ass hits the edge of his desk again. But he doesn’t stop, and when both his hands drop down to cup my ass firmly, I squeal into his mouth as he lifts me up and sets me down on the edge of his desk. He moves into me, kissing me fiercely as his hands grip my waist tight. His mouth drops down to my jaw, biting and nibbling and sucking his way across it as I cry out, clawing at him. My head spins as he moves to my neck, his lips teasing across the tender skin and his kisses growing hard and punishing.

I know he’s leaving marks on me, and Ilovethat he is. He’s marking me, and the more he kisses my soft skin and nips at my neck, the wetter I get.

He pulls away, his eyes wild and blazing with heat as he breathes heavily through his nose. His hands slide to my thighs, tugging gently on my skirt and pulling it higher. I moan, panting, my eyes dropping to my bare legs as he pulls the skirt up over the edge of my knee-high socks, and then higher, baring inch after inch of creamy skin. His hands tighten, and when he starts to pull my legs apart, I shiver excitedly even as I blush fiercely.

“Let me see, baby girl,” he growls, his eyes sliding up to mine, blazing into me as he spreads my legs. My skirt rides higher and higher, until it’s basically covering nothing by my panties—draped down over the front of them like a flimsy little tease of a cover. I blush deeply, as he kisses me once more, knowing he’s not going to stop here, and knowing if he gets any further, he’s going to see how fuckingsoakedmy panties are.

His tongue swirls with mine, and he grunts, sucking mine into his mouth and making me moan before he pulls away. His teeth drag over my bottom lip, sucking on it before he steps back and slowly sinks into his big chair. He moves closer, his hands sliding up my knee-high socks until his strong fingers brush my bare thighs. He slides them higher, his eyes dropping down between my legs, but when he starts to tug at the hem of my skirt, I gasp, my hand dropping to his and stopping him.

Professor Bardgrowls, his eyes flashing fire as they blaze into mine, his jaw clenching at being stopped from his prize.

“I…” I blush heatedly.

He lips pull into a hungry grin.

“You want me to stop?”

I swallow, biting my lip, my head shaking side to side so gently it’s almost impossible to see. But he does.

“So why are you stopping me, baby girl?”

I swallow, panting.

“I think I can guess,” he purrs.

I swallow again. “No, you—”

“Is it because if I pull this skirt any higher, I’m going to see your little panties covering that tight little pussy, and when I seethose, I’m going to see how fuckingwetyou are, and then I’m going to knowjusthow naughty a little bad girl you are, with your bad girl pussy getting all wet and messy for your Professor.”

It is, without question, the filthiest, dirtiest, most scandalizingly forward thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

…And instantly, I’m wetter than I’ve ever,everbeen.

Soaked, actually, and I can feel my thin panties molding to my lips—so wet I’m afraid I’m going to leave a freaking puddle on his desk. Oliver reaches for my skirt again, and my hand stay on his, holding him back for one second, before they falter and drop. He grins wolfishly as my hands move to the side, and slowly, he pushes my skirt up all the way to my waist.

I moan quietly, my legs moving together on instinct, but he groans as he shakes his head, his eyes blazing fiercely.

“Uh-uh, little one,” he purrs. “Don’t you close them. Let me see, Anastasia. Show me how messy your naughty panties are.”

I gasp, whimpering in pleasure as his hands slide to my thighs again. He tugs my legs open, spreading them wide, and my face goes red as I feel a man’s eyes on me,there, right on my soaked little panties, for the very first time.

I’ve worn a white cotton thong, with pink lacy edges and a little pink heart right over the front of them. Except right now, they’re so wet that they’re literally transparent, clinging wetly to my pussy with only the pink heart giving me the very tiniest possible shred of modesty.

“My my my,” Oliver growls, his eyes dropping to them and his whole face tightening and hardening with something wild and hungry. He makes a tsking sound as he shakes his head.

“I think someone’sexactlyas naughty a girl as I thought.”

His hand slides up my thigh, my breath catching more and more, until his fingers brush lightly over the lacy edge, right at the little crease between my thigh and my pussy. I moan deeply, trembling, and when my hips buck traitorously, pushing gently against his hand like my body is desperate for more, he chuckles darkly.

“Eagerlittle girl, aren’t you?”

He groans, and when his hand slides over to the front of my panties, I gasp, panting as the pleasure melts through me.

“And such awetlittle girl too,” he groans. His thumb brushes up and down, stroking my pussy through the sticky wet cotton, and everything around me starts to blur as the pleasure between my legs begins to pulse.

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