Page 25 of Arrogant Professor

I smoothed my hands down her thighs, guiding them apart. She pushed her ass back against me, wiggling and grinding.

“Whatever you say, Professor,” she said, playing along.

I grabbed the hem of her mini skirt and shimmied it up around her hips. The barely-there black thong she wore underneath made a growl rumble deep in my chest. I traced a fingertip over the fabric, lightly caressing her clit.

Elle whined and clutched my arm locked around her waist, trying to arch her hips into my touch.

“Sit still,” I murmured against her hair. “You don’t want me to change my mind, do you?”

“No, sir,” she said in a strangled voice.

I hummed with amusement and scraped my teeth over the curve of her neck. Elle’s knees trembled. She leaned back against me as if she could meld our bodies together if she got close enough.

I brought my free hand up until I found the soft mound of her breast. I squeezed it, pressing two fingers against Elle’s clit. She gasped and writhed.

“Have I turned your brain off yet?” I asked.

Elle shook her head.

“Keep going. You’ll have to work harder than that.”

I tugged her shirt down, tracing the lacy edge of her bra. When I swirled my thumb over her nipple until it became a stiff little peak, Elle reached back and dug her nails into my thigh. My cock throbbed against her ass.

“So indecent, Miss Roche,” I said.

Without giving her a chance to reply, I hooked two fingers under her thin panties until I found the tight, wet heat of her pussy. I slid in easily with a slick sound that sent all coherent thought flying from my mind except one word.

Mine.

I pinched her nipple between two fingers, rolling it in time with the slow stroke of my fingers, knuckles-deep inside her pussy.

“Oh my God,” Elle gasped, dropping her head back against my shoulder.

Her hand on my thigh strayed to my cock. I twisted my hips to the side.

“No touching, Miss Roche,” I said. “Not unless I say so.”

“But I—”

She broke off with a strangled sound as I added a third finger. Time seemed to stand on tiptoe with Elle, trembling on the edge, vibrating with pleasure like a plucked guitar string. My hands were full of her. It took every ounce of self-control I could muster to stop myself from stripping her down right here, right now, and fucking her until she was limp with satisfaction.

“Do you feel that stretch, baby?” I asked, my lips brushing her ear as I spoke.

Elle gave a hurried nod.

“It’s nothing compared to my cock,” I added. “You could have chosen a frat boy. You could have picked some dumb, fumbling college kid who wouldn’t even know how to get you off.”

“I—I didn’t want…them,” Elle managed to stutter.

I smirked as I pressed a kiss to her neck. She shuddered, her scorching hot, silky walls gripping my fingers like a vise.

“No,” I said. “You wanted an older man—twice your age. You wanted someone with a firm hand to utterly ruin you. Is that right?”

Elle didn’t get a chance to respond. A pair of voices emanated from somewhere nearby, coming closer. I glanced up, scanning the area for signs of movement. To my left, I caught a glimpse through the stacks of a librarian with a student, headed our way.

“The philosophy section is right over here.”

I swore under my breath and tightened my grip on Elle. My fingers went still, buried in her pussy while her arousal dripped down my knuckles. We were safe here as long as the student didn’t start to browse.

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