Page 22 of Kiss and Make Love

Spencer walked over to his soft leather desk chair and sat down on the edge of the seat, spreading her legs.

“Crawl to me,” she commanded.

There was no hesitation from Brett. He was on the ground and crawling to her in an instant, placing himself at her feet.

Putting two fingers underneath his chin, she lifted his head and made him look into her eyes. “You know what I want, Professor?” she asked.

He nodded, pushing up her skirt. Spencer grabbed his hands.

“Tell me.”

“You want me to eat you,” he said, running his five o’clock shadow against her thighs, inhaling the scent of her.

She hummed her approval. “Good boy. Now show me how hungry you are.”

Brett buried his face between her legs. His tongue slipped inside her slit, and she let out a gasp, arching back against the chair. She couldn’t help but clench her legs around his head. Hands on the inside of her thighs pushed them apart, holding them wide. He lapped at her, licking every inch of her aching cunt.

“You taste so damn good,” he panted between licks. “I’ve been dreaming about this pussy every night, fucking myself with my hand to thoughts of how it would taste. How it would feel against my tongue. How I could make you feel so good.”

Before she could respond, he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked. Sparks traveled down her spine. Her hands flew into Brett’s hair, pulling him against her body, urging him to give her more.

His fingers teased at her entrance briefly before delving inside her, pushing in and out, increasing the euphoric pressure building within her body. Rocking against his hand, she accidentally let out a loud moan.

“I would love to hear you scream, Spence, but this isn’t the place. You’ll have to be quiet while you fuck yourself on my fingers,” Brett said in a low voice, raw and dripping with sex and need. He put his mouth back on her cunt, pumping his fingers inside of her, adding a third. Her hips bucked as she urged him with her body to go harder, faster.

Spencer’s entire being began to quake.

“Brett,” she whimpered, grinding her pussy against his face. She wanted him to devour her completely.

He hummed in response, the vibration against her clit sending her over the edge. One hand reached up and yanked at her top, exposing her breast, squeezing it in his hand. Her body shook, and despite him still using one palm to hold her legs open, her thighs clamped against Brett’s head.

When she relaxed, he nipped at her skin, pulled away, and gazed up at her with reverence.

“Look at you. Fucking undone with pleasure. I’ve never seen something so beautiful.” His chin was still dripping with her arousal. Spencer watched him lick his lips before wiping his stubble with the back of his hand.

Pulling her off the chair and onto his lap, they sat tangled together on the floor of his office. Her skirt scrunched around her hips, and she felt how rigid he was against her exposed cunt.

“It’s time I take care of you, Professor,” she said in his ear, rubbing herself against his firm length.

Brett grabbed her hips with his strong hands and stopped her before she could get going. “We’ve played with fire enough for today, no?” He gestured toward his office door. Unlocked. In her rush to talk to him, she didn’t remember to secure it.

Spencer let out a frustrated sigh. “I need more, Brett. I need to make you feel good, too.”

His captivating laugh filled the room. She’d never tire of hearing his joy. “Spencer—pleasing you makes me feel fuckin’ great. Don’t worry about me.”

Her eyebrows knitted together. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me, when the time comes, you’ll be biting my pillowcase and begging for more.”

She arched a brow, sitting back on his lap. “You think you can top me, do you?”

“Oh, I know I can, Spence.”

“That’s not really my normal MO, but the thought of you doing it is kinda getting me going…” She was picturing Brett on top of her, dominating, taking control. Her cunt fluttered at the idea. He must be special because being submissive wasn’t something she’d ever enjoyed from anyone before.

He nipped at her earlobe. “Why don’t you go home and take care of yourself while you imagine me fucking you from behind, pushing your head into the bed sheets, and punishing you with my cock?”

Holy shit.

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