Page 43 of Malicious Intentions

“Nope.” I tug on the waistband of her shorts. She automatically lifts her hips from the desk. I give her a shit-eating grin. “You want this, so stop fucking protesting.”

“You’re my professor and advisor.”

I tug her shorts to her ankles. Removing her shoes, I take them off. “I’m also your stepbrother who’s been dying to feast on your pussy.” I didn’t mention I feasted on it last night while she slept.

Grabbing her panties, I tug them down her hips. She arches so I can pull them down her legs. “Lay on my desk and spread your legs. Lemme eat your beautiful pussy until you come all over my face.”

She gasps, cheeks flushing, but complies, lying on my desk. She’s moving too slowly, so I grab her legs, spreading them wide while I settle between them. “I’m fucking starving for you.” I lean in, giving her a long, slow lick from slit to clit.

“Oh, hell.” Her hand moves to my hair, fisting the strands. “Jesus, that feels good.”

I smirk. “I’ve barely started, Lexi.” Leaning in, I suck on her clit, her moans and whimpers filling my office while she slices my scalp with her long, red nails.

The manicure I paid for. She thinks my father took care of it. Little does she know….

Pulling back slightly, I stare at her wet pussy before my eyes meet hers. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful. And you fucking taste like heaven.” I blow on her pussy, watching her squirm. “I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard you see stars.”

“Evan,” she whimpers. “Shut up and eat me.”

“Fuck, yes.” I wrap my arms around her thighs, keeping her spread wide as I dive in, my tongue lapping at her pussy like a starving man.

Her back arches from my desk. “Jesus, Evan.” Her head rolls, her eyes glazed and distant. “What are you doing to me?”

I lap at her wetness before shoving my tongue deep inside her. I’m making her reckless and weak. Causing her to do things she’s never done before.

She grinds against my face, losing herself in the pleasure I’m giving her.

For a moment, I forget about games and malicious intentions. I’m focused solely on the bliss on her face as she moans loudly, then bites her lip, worried someone will hear us.

I slip a finger inside her wetness, then another, all while sucking on her clit like it’s my favorite candy.

In the short time I’ve known her, she’s crawled beneath my skin, occupied my thoughts, and guided my behavior. Everything in my world centers aroundher.

I push away the worry that I may be in over my head, playing a game I won’t win.

Her legs tremble, and I know she’s on the verge of coming. I pull back slightly, a grin on my face. “Say you’re mine, and I’ll make you come.”

Her eyes widen, a guilty flush coloring her cheeks. I know she’s thinking about the man wearing the Ghostface mask in the woods, feeling guilty because she doesn’t know it’s me. She suspects but has no proof.

And it’s that doubt that prevents her from saying what I want to hear. What Ineedto hear.

I blow on her clit before I start to pull my fingers out of her. My fingertips are inside her when her hand clamps around my wrist.

“Wait.” Panic is in her irises as her gaze roams over my face. “I’m yours,” she whispers.

“Fucking right you are.” I shove my fingers deep inside her, my mouth moving back to her clit. I smirk against her before sucking the bundle of nerves between my lips, wanting the taste of her on my tongue for the rest of the day.

“Fuck, Evan.” Her hands run through my hair, pulling me closer. I tease her, slowly running my tongue up her slit, lapping at her juices. She wiggles her hips, her voice a breathy whisper when she pleads with me. “Stop teasing me, dammit.”

Her voice and the desire etched onto her face drive me out of my mind. I shove my tongue inside her and lick deeper and faster than before. I’m so goddamn greedy for every whimper and moan, feasting on her delectable pussy.

“Oh, Jesus.” Her hands leave my hair, covering her face.

I stop what I’m doing, glaring up at her. “Eyes on me when I’m eating your pussy, bellissima.”

She uncovers her face, glaring at me. “Sometimes I fucking hate you, Evan.”

“It’s Professor Whitmore, Lexi.” I wink at her, relishing in the anger that turns her face a fiery red, her teeth clenching together. “You can hate me and still come on my tongue.”

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