Page 45 of The Wolf Professor

And even though he knew he should override her pleas, that he should stop right now regardless, that he was her boss and he needed to get a grip, it had gone way too far for that already.

In the velvet darkness, a kind of madness overtook him, and with a groan his lips closed over that silk-encased bud. Charlie let out a whiny little gasp, her fingers winding into his hair, her knees pressed hard against his ears as she ground shamelessly into his face.

Max licked and sucked her clit like a starving beast, and she shivered and begged for more.

His tongue laved her faster, his grunts joining her mewls, echoing through the basement.

“Oh yes, Max, right there… oh gods, more…” she gasped again in that sweet, pleading voice.

By now his cock was so hard he was sure it was going to burst through his pants, and he had to press his groin into the side of the ladder to slake his lust. It wasn’t enough, he needed his tongue on her flesh. As he made to nose aside the scrap of material, he realized Charlie’s fingers had joined in to help him.

Max tore that scrap of silk off of her with his teeth and dropped it gods knew where.

Without constraints now, he lapped deep between her folds, dove his tongue inside her tight little hole then went back once more to suck on her clit as she dragged her fingernails through his hair and rocked back and forth, keening his name.

Gone were all considerations of bookish things… Gone was his beloved book research. Only this mattered… Charlie’s thighs shuddering around his ears, her sopping wet perfect little cunt pushing into his mouth.

Barely recognizing his own voice, he ground out, “You want this?”

“Yes. Oh yes…”

“Then fuck my face, sweetheart. Come for my mouth baby.” As he held her, his hands felt like massive paws, his fingernails like claws digging into the soft fullness of her butt cheeks… but it was too late for regret, too late for reason to win out over the wolf.

He had to carry this right through to its climax.

Herclimax.

And with that, Max buried his face into Charlie’s sweet cunt and ate her with a ferocity he would not have believed himself capable of a week ago.

CHAPTER 18

In the darkness, Charlie’s body jerked with pleasure and her thighs squeezed around Max’s head.

She didn’t care that she was teetering on a ladder, the wooden slats pushing into her back. She didn’t care that she was in the revered archives of Motham Palace, her pussy buried deep in a werewolf’s mouth, her skirt bunched around her waist and her legs slung over his shoulders.

She didn’t care about anything except the orgasm coiling inside her like an electric storm.

The orgasm being dragged from her by Max’s mouth.

Everything,everythingshe wanted was right here, coalescing into a bright pinpoint of light, even though all around her was darkness, and the only sound was the bang of the ladder against bookshelves, and his muffled, husky curses of pleasure as her pussy writhed against his tongue and teeth and lips.

“Yes, yes, yes. YESSSSS…” Those high, soft whines were hers, she realized, begging for him to give her his everything. Her fingers were twined in his hair as his big hands held her butt, the occasional sharp scratch of his teeth against her clit only spiraling her pleasure higher and higher. Suddenly his tonguedived deep inside her, thrusting with such speed and precision that she saw stars.

Charlie’s need for release was almost painful as he returned to sucking on her clit, spurring her on with muttered guttural words. Her head banged against the rungs of the ladder, making it clatter harder against the shelves, and a vague part of her wondered if there would forever be grooves in the exquisite woodwork. And then all coherent thoughts vanished as Max’s tongue vibrated on her clit so perfectly that her vulva shuddered into a ferocious orgasm, her cries reverberating around the basement.

Finally, spent, Charlie slumped, her legs limp over Max’s big shoulders as he licked and sucked the last remnants of her release from her.

As if he, like her, did not want the pleasure to end.

But before Charlie’s orgasm-drunk mind could give any thought to what might happen next, there was a sharp flicker of light, a buzzing sound, and then the basement was flooded with white bright light, and she and Max were suspended like flies in ointment.

In a second Max had untangled her, placed her on her feet, and dropped to his knees. She heard him mutter something about finding his phone, his glasses…

Meanwhile, Charlie’s legs were trembling so hard she could barely stand. She sprawled across the bookshelves, hanging onto the ladder to steady herself with one hand while she used the other to tug her rumpled skirt down. Her panties, she realized, had disappeared completely; there was nothing to catch the sticky dampness evident around her thighs.

And then… oh fuck, no! The sound of footsteps on the flagstone floor, a voice getting closer. “Hi there, so sorry about the blackout. Are you both okay?”

Charlie spun to face the shelves and grabbed a book to hide her flushed O face. She heard Max speaking, his voice remarkably level. “Charlie got stuck up the ladder when the lights went off. I was just helping her to safety.”

---