Page 30 of Arrogant Professor

“Yes, I mean on my face. Don’t tell me you’re too shy to do that. I felt how wet you were in the library when we were almost caught.”

A pink tinge colored her cheeks and she glanced away.

“But I’ve never…done that before.”

“Good. I’ll be your first, and your last. Now up.”

Elle scrambled into position, hesitantly kneeling on either side of my head. I palmed her ass, pulling her down toward my mouth until I could kiss her thighs. The sweet scent of her arousal filled my lungs.

“Hold the headboard,” I said. “You’re going to need it.”

As soon as Elle had a firm grip to steady herself, I tilted my chin up and dragged the flat of my tongue through her folds. She let out a strangled noise. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, holding her in place.

“Holy shit,” Elle croaked.

I closed my mouth over her clit, sucking and lapping at that sensitive little bud. Her self-consciousness vanished and her thighs locked tight around my head. I smoothed my hands over her hips, up her stomach, and cupped her breasts. Elle whined, wiggling against my mouth. I pinched and teased at her nipples, matching the rhythm of my tongue until her body was shaking with the onslaught of pleasure and sweet pain.

Her orgasm hit with enough force to make her arms tremble and her legs shake. Elle tipped her head back with a wordless shout. I slowed my pace, licking languidly against her clit as she came down.

She started to shift away, climbing off me. I clamped my hands on her thighs, preventing her from moving.

“Not done with you yet,” I said.

“Vincent, I’m getting a bit too sensitive—oh.”

I shifted position, working my jaw deep into her. Sucking at her folds, swirling my tongue over her clit.

One orgasm wasn’t enough. I wouldn’t stop until she was boneless and babbling, completely out of her mind before I slid my cock inside her. Elle’s hand flew to my head, clutching a fistful of my hair until my scalp burned.

A second orgasm barreled through her, more intense than the last one. Her thighs squeezed so tightly that my ears started to ring. She convulsed, absently trying to shy away from my mouth. I wouldn’t let go.

“One more,” I said.

“Jesus. Vincent—give me a second to—I can’t—”

Elle broke off with a gasp as I sucked at her clit again.

I made her come on my kitchen table. I made her come in the library. With each orgasm, my self-restraint evaporated a little more until I couldn’t stand it any longer. My appetite for this woman was insatiable, and tonight, I intended to feast until I had my fill.

I scraped my teeth on the inside of her thigh with a light pinch.

“Are you telling me to stop?”

Elle glanced down at me. Her silence was deafening.

I smiled to myself, diving in again. Her arousal coated my chin, slick and hot and sweet. My fingers pressed into the soft, plump flesh of her ass as I held her in place, nibbling and sucking at her pussy like she was the ripest, juiciest piece of fruit.

It took longer to get that third orgasm I craved, but it was worth it. My jaw ached. My cock had recovered, painfully hard now and leaking on my stomach. Elle writhed above me, rolling her hips. I dug my heels into the bed for leverage, driving my tongue inside her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Elle squealed.

A thrill of primal, beastly satisfaction surged through me as she gushed. My gorgeous girl was a squirter. I knew she had it in her.

“Enough,” Elle breathed, tapping my shoulder.

Gliding my hands up her back, I eased her down to the bed. Her limbs trembled and her skin was flushed a furious pink. Elle hooked one leg over my hip and snuggled in tight against my chest.

“I’ve never done that before either,” she said.

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