Page 27 of Sinful Professor

“Brock,” I gasp.

“Patience, my sweet Sadie,” he growls. “It’s only a few more hours.”

“I want you now,” I tell him.

“I feel the same,” he smiles. “But I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

I know he will. So, I let him kiss me and tease my nipples again before settling into my day. More than once, I caught myself trailing my fingertips over the swell of my breasts, wishing it was Brock’s touch instead. At noon, when his day is finished, he sends me a text.

I’m so fucking hard for you

I bite back a moan before sending him my honest response.

I keep touching my breasts, wishing it was your fingers on my skin instead

I hit send and giggle. Normally, I wouldn’t be so bold. But I know Brock loves it and I love giving him what he wants. When he gets back to me, my desire for him rises even more at his demand.

I want your panties damp when you come to me. Rub your nipples and your pussy as much as you can until then. I want to smell your desire as soon as you step into my office.

“Oh, my God,” I breathe.

I press my legs together as I type out my response. And I wonder how in the hell I’m going to get through the next hour.

I am so fucking hot for you I may not be able to walk.

After I send that text, I do what he wants. I slip one hand into my dress and rub my lace-covered nipple. My other hand slides between my thighs and I trail my fingers up and down my slit. I sigh when I can already feel my desire. Then my phone pings with another text.

I will gladly carry you here if necessary. Are you touching yourself?

I tell him I am, and he tells me he’ll see me soon and that he loves me. I respond in kind and say a prayer that these last minutes of my day fly by.

Nineteen

I’m at my desk, staring at my office door. Desperate for Sadie to get here. I wasn’t lying when I said I was hard for her an hour ago. I’ve come too close to jerking off since then, but I want my sweet Sadie to slake my desire. I smile when I hear the doorknob turn. Then she’s there, a sexy smile on her face as she turns the lock. After she sets her purse down, I take her in.

“Your nipples are hard,” I breathe.

“Yes,” she nods.

“Are you wet?”

“You know I am,” she rasps.

I inhale a deep breath and smile. Then I make my demand.

“Come here.”

Slowly and surely, she walks over and stands between my parted legs, resting her ass on the edge of my desk. I reach forward and undo the tie on her dress. Then I pull apart the halves and growl at the sight before me. I palm her pussy and my cock twitches at the dampness I feel.

“Brock, please,” she breathes.

“No,” I say as I rise in front of her. “How about a little role play today?”

“Whatever you want,” she says quickly. “I’ll do it.”

“Very well, Miss Smith,” I smile.

I step forward and watch her eyelids lower as I rub my hardened cock against her. Then I keep talking to see how quickly she’ll indulge this little scene.

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