Page 7 of Sinful Professor

“What’s wrong?” she pants.

“I want you, Sadie,” I growl. “I want you naked right here in my office so I can fuck you into oblivion.”

“Oh,” she breathes. “Oh, my…I…”

“I won’t do it now,” I declare. “Or at least not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“No,” I smirk. “Not yet.”

She’s waiting for me to elaborate. And I do so by undoing the top button of my shirt that’s on her. Then the second and the third. By the time I’ve finished, she’s turned in the chair, so her feet are on the floor, her legs parted as I stand between them. Smiling, I pull apart the halves and straighten to take her in.

“You are a goddess, Sadie,” I growl. “A fucking goddess hiding in plain sight. Why?”

“I…I don’t know what you mean,” she whispers.

Her expression says the same. But that’s fine.

“I’ll show you,” I tell her. “In due time. But right now, I need to taste more of your sweet skin.”

Before she can speak, I drop to my knees and lick my way from her bellybutton to the valley between her breasts. She gasps in shock. But when I run my hands around her waist to hold her in place, she relaxes.

Perfect.

I lavish her skin with open-mouthed kisses. Across her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Over her stomach and as close to her mound as her pants allow. By the time I set in to make her come, her arms are wrapped around my shoulders. Then she whispers my name.

“Brock.”

“Can you be quiet, Sadie?” I ask as I lift my head.

“Quiet? But…I’ve barely said a word.”

“I know,” I smile. “But I intend to make you come. Will you be quiet when that happens?”

She shakes her head. And I wonder how no other man could have given her the pleasure she deserves. But I certainly intend to.

“I don’t know,” she says as she blushes. “It’s…been a long time.”

“Since you’ve come at all? Or since a man has made you come?”

“A man,” she whispers.

“Okay,” I nod as I temper my unexpected jealousy. “I’ll go slow. And we’ll see what happens.”

She nods. So, I keep my eyes on her while I cup her breasts in my hands. At first, I gently massage them before stroking my thumbs over her lace-covered nipples. To my delight, she starts to writhe underneath me. When her lips part and she starts to pant, I lower my mouth to her sweet skin. I kiss a trail over the swell of her breasts and back. Then I suck her right nipple into my mouth as I roll the left between my thumb and forefinger.

The longer I stay here, the more tense she becomes. When I think she’s close, I pull back. She gasps, then moans.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I’ll take you there this time.”

I start over on the opposite nipple with my mouth. Her body tenses almost immediately. When she’s trembling, I pinch one nipple while biting the other.

And she comes.

Six

My orgasm crashes over me like a fucking tsunami. And there’s no need to worry about me making any noise because Brock is literally taking my breath away. My entire body shudders as indescribable pleasure bursts from my aching pussy and radiates to the tips of my toes and fingers. I’m vaguely aware of tangling my fingers in his dark hair, but he responds with only a growl and even more attention to my nipples.

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