Page 12 of Perfect Professor

A thrill ran through her at his words. She wanted to be everything he desired, and more.

When his fingers brushed against her panties, she cried out softly. He froze, and for a moment panic rose in her chest. But then he was tugging them down her legs, a smug smile curling his lips.

“Shall I stop now, or do you want more of my wickedness?”

She gripped his shirt, impatience and need warring within her. “More,” she breathed. “Give me everything.”

With a low chuckle, he stepped between her thighs. She gasped as she felt him pressed against her entrance, hard and insistent.

Adrianna leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “The door isn’t locked.”

His sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through her. She nipped at his earlobe, felt his grip on her waist tighten.

“Anyone could walk in,” she continued, sliding her hands under his shirt. His skin was warm, the muscles of his stomach clenching under her touch. “Would you stop if they did?”

“Adrianna,” he groaned, but she could hear the desire in his voice. She smiled against his neck, her hands drifting lower.

“I wouldn’t.” Her fingers danced across his belt buckle. “The risk makes it all the more exciting, don’t you think?”

He surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She gasped into his mouth, heat pooling low in her belly. His tongue slid against hers, hungry and demanding, and she responded in kind.

When he pulled back, they were both breathless. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, but his eyes were dark with want.

She reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair. “At least you’ll die happy,” she teased, brushing her lips over his once more.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through her. “Happy is not the word I would use.” His hands slid under her dress again, fingers curling over the lace of her panties. “Insatiable. Famished. Crazed with lust, maybe.”

“Those sound perfect to me,” she breathed, tilting her head to give him better access as his lips trailed down her neck.

“Perfectly wicked,” he agreed.

She crowded closer to the Professor, running her hands over his chest and shoulders. His eyes darkened as she undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, baring his skin to her eager touch.

“Adrianna,” he said again, but the protest was weak. She could feel how much he wanted this, wanted her, in the hard length pressing against her belly and the quickening of his breath.

“Shh,” she whispered, lifting his hand to her breast. He groaned, fingers curling around the soft flesh as she arched into him. “We both know this is what we’ve been craving.”

He swallowed hard, but didn’t deny it. Adrianna smiled, trailing kisses along his jaw as she reached for his belt. He tensed, gaze flickering to the door, but she soothed him with a nip to his lower lip.

“No one will come in,” she promised, popping the button of his trousers open. “Now, relax, and let me take care of you...”

She sank to her knees in front of him, tugging his pants and boxers down around his thighs. His erection sprang free, hard and flushed, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

The Professor sucked in a sharp breath as she curled her fingers around the base of his cock. “Adrianna, we can’t - oh God...”

She stroked him, relishing the feel of him in her hand and the strangled moan that escaped him. “Shh,” she said again. “Just enjoy.”

And then she leaned in and took him into her mouth.

His hips jerked in surprise and pleasure, hands flying to grip her hair. Adrianna set a steady rhythm, gazing up at him through her lashes as she worked. The Professor was utterly captivated, torn between watching her and throwing his head back in ecstasy.

She could feel his thighs trembling under her hands and hear the harsh rasp of his breathing. He was close, so close, coming undone under her ministrations. Adrianna increased her speed, hollowing her cheeks, and he shattered with a bitten off cry.

She swallowed around him, licking him clean as he slumped back against the desk. When she pulled away, the Professor was staring at her with something like awe.

“My perfect, wicked girl,” he said, tugging her to her feet.

The Professor kissed her then, deep and claiming, and Adrianna sank into it with a sigh. By the time they parted, her lips were tingling.

---