Page 29 of Arrogant Professor

He leaned over me, sinking his teeth into my shoulder until it burned. Then he brushed the tip of his nose against my ear.

“Good girl. Now, let’s see what you can handle.”

The warm weight of Vincent’s palm settled on my lower back. He shifted, drawing my panties to the side. I felt the press of his fingers a moment before he pushed deep.

“Has the emptiness been driving you crazy, love?” he asked with a smirk in his voice.

I wiggled my hips, desperate for him to go faster, harder. But he stroked and stroked at a leisurely pace, only occasionally brushing my clit with his thumb.

Vincent used his knee to nudge my legs further apart. I gripped the edge of the table, my cheek pressed to the cool surface.

“I wish you could see your sweet little pussy right now,” he said. “Dripping down my fingers. Grasping for more.”

“I thought—thought you weren’t going to make me wait,” I said with a hiccup.

Vincent pressed his fingers against my walls with a firm thrust. My whimper echoed through the entryway.

“Don’t backtalk your teacher.”

He pulled out and delivered a merciless smack to my clit. My knees buckled as a spark of pleasure shot through me like lightning. The pressure of Vincent’s palm increased, keeping me against the table so I didn’t slide straight to the floor.

“Yes, sir,” I stammered, breathless.

“Show me you can be obedient—a quick learner. Suck me off.”

Vincent cradled my elbow, stabilizing me as I rose from the table. I felt hazy with ecstasy, lightheaded and delirious, and this was just the beginning. His gaze swept over me, assessing, searching to make sure I was all right. I placed a hand on his chest to reassure him I was fully on board with this, and I lowered myself to my knees.

When I tugged his pants and boxers down, his cock sprang free—gloriously thick and heavy. Vincent brushed his knuckles against my cheek, smoothing his palm over my hair. I grasped the base of his cock, flicking my tongue along the crown. A moan rumbled like thunder in the back of his throat.

I teased at his slit, savoring the way his abs flexed when he inhaled a sharp breath. With my free hand, I reached down and cupped his balls.

Vincent braced his forearm against the wall, arching his hips forward.

“That’s it,” he rasped.

I gazed up at him as I swallowed down as much of his cock as I could. I loved the weight of him on my tongue, pulsing with a salty, masculine flavor. When I flicked my tongue along a fat, throbbing vein underneath his cock, Vincent hissed under his breath.

“Fuck, baby, right there.”

Slowly, I dragged my tongue back and forth over that vein, swirling around. He bowed his head, trembling. When his balls contracted, I sucked hard on the head of his cock. He emptied in my mouth, twitching, as his whole body shuddered.

Pleased with myself, I released his cock and pressed a kiss to his hip. Vincent hummed with satisfaction. He toed off his shoes, kicked his pants and boxers aside, then scooped me up into his arms.

“Just for that pretty, perfect mouth of yours, I’m going to fuck you into the mattress until your legs turn to jelly.”

Chapter 10

Vincent

With Elle’s legs locked around my waist, I carried her to my bedroom. She pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to my neck, making my poor cock ache all over again. I fumbled at the bedside lamp, switching it on for a muted, golden glow.

After setting Elle on the bed, I stripped off my shirt. She hurried do to the same. While she fumbled at the clasp of her bra, I settled back on the mattress and tugged on her hips with enough insistence that she was forced to straddle my waist in order to keep her balance.

“Get up here,” I said, tapping my chin.

Elle raised her eyebrows.

“You mean—”

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