Page 9 of Degraded Terms

Asher’s lips quirk. “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Oh god,” I whisper as I lay flat. My head bangs against the table as my eyes squeeze shut. His fingers trail against my thigh and under my skirt.

“Look at me, Ava. Beg me to eat your pussy.”

My fists curl, and now I understand what he meant. This is for him, but I’m going to enjoy it immensely.

A small teasing thought makes me want to smile, something I’d dreamed about the other night. Leaning up on my elbows, I stare at him with wide eyes, pushing my lip out.

“Please eat my pussy, Professor Rockford.”

Asher’s eyes darken as they narrow, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough I know I’ll bruise.

With a quick yank he pulls me closer to the edge, pushing my skirt up and leaning forward. His breath is cool against my heated skin, and my walls clench in anticipation.

The guy I half-heartedly hooked up with on and off again my first year of college only did this once, and not long enough for me to really decide if I enjoyed it.

Asher’s nose brushes against my core and my stomach contracts as he inhales sharply. Humiliation blazes across my cheeks as his eyes fall shut. The first swipe of his tongue has my toes curling and I almost arch entirely off the table.

He holds me down, pushing my legs wider as he presses his face harder against my pussy, exploring me further with his mouth.

A moan escapes before I can catch it when his tongue drags to my clit, and he sucks the swollen bud between his lips. His eyes lift up, staring at me and I see the warning in them.

I clap my hand over my mouth as he continues to play, flicking the sensitive spot back and forth as I start to tremble.

A fire builds in my belly, and I rock my hips into his face. Just as I’m on the edge of falling, Asher pulls back and my tense body slumps onto the table.

“W-what?” I stutter, staring at his glaring expression and glistening chin.

“Did I say you could come?”

My mouth drops open, frustrated with the denied orgasm, before I swallow down my complaints and shake my head. “No.”

“No, I didn’t. So now you’ll have to earn it.”

I shiver and then cry out when he shoves two fingers inside me, pumping in slow and steady strokes.

He tsks. “If you can’t stay quiet, we’ll have to find something to shut you up.”

The image of him driving his cock into my mouth makes me shiver.

Asher growls, as if we’ve shared the same thought. “You haven’t earned that either, Pet.”

God, I wonder what I need to do to earn it? Then I flush from the blatant desire for him coursing through me. I shouldn’t want him the way I do.

Just as my breathing calms, Asher dives back between my legs, and I let out another sharp cry in surprise.

In the next second, he grabs the panties I stuffed in my bag and pushes them into my mouth. My eyes are wide as I stretch my jaw to accommodate the fabric.

“Good. Don’t spit them out,” he says before kneeling.

I don’t have time to even process what happened before his tongue is lapping at me again and I’m lost to the pleasure. Mychest rises and falls in quick pants as I breathe through my nose. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over.

Asher shoves his fingers back into me, and I slam my head back against the table. He quickly curls his fingers inside me, rubbing along the top, washing away the slight pain as I jerk in place.

His warm mouth is on me in the next second, sucking at my swollen bud as he picks up the pace with his hand. I claw at the table, trying to find anything to grip onto as my body coils tight with pleasure.

I come, my scream muted by my underwear as I arch into his face and chase the last few licks of his expert tongue and collapse back onto the table.

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