Page 25 of The Professor's Holiday Surprise

I definitely do not want to wake up if it is.

In this magical space, I’m a brazen hussy who is absolutely happy to spread her butt cheeks for her professor, because…because he’s Noah.

Because I trust him, implicitly.

This time it will be different.

Not that there was ever alasttime forthis.

Thisis definitely a first.

“You look so delicious,” he murmurs, his voice so close I can feel it.

And then he licks me.

Wet, warm, and wonderful, being lickedthereis a revelation. I squirm, lifting my hips even high, pressing onto my toes.

“That’s it, baby. Feed me your sweetness.”

I groan into his desk as he laps at me, then nuzzles deeper and latches on to my clit.

Oh. My. Lanta.

I slap at the desk, rocking back against him desperately now. He squeezes my thighs encouragingly, pulling me onto his mouth.

I whine and thrash my head, pleasure ramping up steeply.

Noah breaks away and nips his teeth on the back of my thigh. “Shhh. You have to be quiet as you come, little girl.”

“I can’t,” I moan.

He chuckles darkly. “I can’t muzzle you and suck your sweet clit at the same time. Daddy’s arms aren’t that long. Try harder, baby. I believe in you.”

His tongue slides against me again, bringing his mouth back to the very core of my body.

I press my mouth against my arm and close my eyes.

Three months of watching this man take care of himself, and now he’s on his knees behind me, driving me hard and fast toward a pleasure that feels too big to be true.

“No, no, no,” I babble.

He stops.

“Don’t stop,” I sob.

He latches on again, his tongue flicking against my clit, and I tumble into a release I never could have imagined.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Come for me. Come on my tongue like a good girl.”

I am, I am. I’m his good girl. I’m coming. I’m…

His tongue moves against me slower now, licking up what feels likeso mucharousal.

He hums a low, satisfied rumble after the last, slowest lick. “You taste incredible, baby. Thank you.”

Thankme?

As he gently pulls my underwear back over my hips, my brain tries to find the words to say thank you back, but I can’t speak.

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