Page 8 of Bait

Oliver leans close, his breath on my bare thighs making my skin prickle and shiver, and when he looks up at me, my eyes lock on his and Ifallinto his gaze.

“I think we should take these off.”

“I think we should too,” I manage to whimper out breathlessly.

His thumb keeps stroking me as his fingers slide up to the top edge of my panties. Two of them slide under, and he starts to tug them, stretching the waist down as he pulls it lower and lower, until he can see my bare, clean, shaved totally smooth lips. And hegroans.

“Fuck,Anastasia,” he growls, his face blazing with fierce lust and heat. His fingers tighten, tugging my panties lower even though they’re still on my hips. The fabric digs into my skin, but there’s this restraint feeling to it that sends my pulse racing. He grunts, stretching my little panties out as he pushes them lower, baring all of me to his hungry gaze.

He moves in, and my breath catches as I feel his across my bare, slick lips. He pauses for one second, his eyes flicking up to mine—one last little shred of hesitation on his face.

“I’m eighteen,” I whisper. I don’t know why, maybe because that’s what I think his lingering pause might be for. He growls lowly, his eyes flashing into mine as the words leave my lips.

“I’meighteen, Professor Bard,” I whisper again, a touch of urgency and need in my voice that I know he hears.

“Eighteen,” he purrs, his jaw grinding.

“Please,” I gasp quietly, so… so…desperateto feel his mouth on me. So eager. So I’ve-been-waiting-for-this-for-way-too-long-to-stop now.

And slowly, he grins.

“There’s a good girl.”

He leans in, and when is tonguedragsover my bare lips, I throw my head back and cry out. Pleasure I’ve never even dreamed of melts through me, a flooding sensation starting between my legs and radiating out through my entire body. Oliver groans, moving back in and letting his tongue swipe up over my pussy again. His tongue bumps over my clit, and I cry out, trembling and bucking my hips wantonly against his mouth.

“Greedylittle 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 Imoanloudly 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 cameall the fuck over itfor 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 Iexplode.

I throw my head back and almostscreamin pleasure, the cry of ecstasy tumbling from my lips as my hips buck against his mouth. The orgasm—and one that isinfinitelymore 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 waitingfartoo 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 evencloseto 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’llneverbe done with you,” he growls quietly. “Ever.”

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