Page 30 of Sinful Professor

“How many other professors have you offered your body to, Miss Smith?”

“Three.”

He arches an eyebrow at this.

“Did they all get a taste of you, too?”

“I just let them fuck me,” I say flatly. “As soon as I bent over their desks and offered my pussy, I let them fuck me until they were finished.”

“I see,” he chuckles. “None of them demanded more? Like me?”

“I didn’t offer them anything,” I say with a smirk. “Because none of them are as hot as you are.”

“Ah, a slut with taste,” I chuckle. “Are you still letting those professors fuck you?”

“If necessary,” I shrug.

“Are any of them married?” I ask.

“All of them,” I smile.

“So, they’re going to keep quiet just as you are.”

She nods.

“They stay married, and you keep your clueless boyfriend.”

“And get passing grades,” I remind him.

“You haven’t earned that yet, Miss Smith,” he says darkly. “I haven’t even tasted you.”

“I know,” I say timidly.

“Are you going to tell me to stop?”

“No,” I breathe.

“Good girl,” he chuckles. “Let’s see what you have to offer.”

Without any preamble, he leans forward and tongues my clit. My body jolts in response, but he slaps his hands on my thighs to still me. As always, because he knows my body so well, his careful attention to me has me on the edge in less than a minute. And he knows it. When my thighs are quivering underneath his palms, he slides his tongue down into my hole and fucks me. I sigh.

“Oh, God, Dr. Rush,” I breathe. “That feels so fucking good.”

He chuckles. Then sends me flying with one touch of his thumb to my clit. A small sob leaves me as he takes what I give. I’m gasping for breath when he sits back and retrieves a condom to cover himself. Then his eyes lock with mine before he makes his final demand.

“Fuck me, Miss Smith,” he growls. “Be a good little slut and ride my cock. Earn what you came here for.”

Slightly uncoordinated, I slide off his desk and straddle his cock. Then I grip the back of his chair as I take him into me. His eyes darken and I set myself into motion. With a sexy grin, he pushes my bra up over my tits and palms them.

“I might as well take it all, don’t you think Miss Smith?”

“Yes,” I pant. “Suck my tits, Dr. Rush. Bite them if you want.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

He leans forward and does what I love. With each hard suck and teasing bite, I climb closer and closer to another release. As I’m hovering on the edge, he sits back and demands my eyes. When I look down, he tugs hard on both of my nipples. And I come for him. My vision blurs and I try to keep moving, but the pleasure is damn near debilitating. As he explodes inside me, he grabs my hips and holds me down on him. The feel of his cock pulsing inside me keeps me flying a little longer. With a gasp, I collapse forward, my head falling onto his shoulder.

“Oh, my God, Brock,” I breathe.

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