Page 17 of Degraded Terms

“Thinking about you,” I get out quickly as he pushes a finger into me.

“About me?”

I nod. “About what we did on your desk. When you—when you...”

His eyebrow raises as he adds another finger, pumping slowly. “Say what I did to you, Pet.”

I shudder at his command, my nipples hardening to painful points as my walls clench around his fingers. “When you came inside me.”

“Hmmm. And where did I come, Ava? Be specific.”

“My pussy.”

“And who owns this pussy?” he whispers into my ear. His palm presses against the swollen bud above the hole he’s fingering, and my legs tremble as heat builds in my belly.

“You do.”

His breath comes out shuddered. “I do. Do I need to remind you?”

“Yes,” I rasp against his lips.

Asher grunts, ripping off my panties and then lifting me. He carries me to his desk, sweeps everything off it, and lays me down. Then he’s kneeling between my legs, his tongue lapping at my pussy. My fingers twist in his hair, grinding against his face as my eyes roll back.

A fire starts to build in my belly and my breathing becomes harsher. Pleasure has me coiled tight and I tug at his head, forcing him to look up at me.

“May I please come, professor?”

With blown-out pupils, he lets out a low hissingyesbefore his mouth is back on me. I come hard, drenching his face as my pussy flutters over and over from the power of it.

“Asher!” I cry out. My legs are shaking as he finally pulls back and stands. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and unbuttons his pants. I move to get off the desk but he shakes his head and walks around it.

Asher moves me till my head is hanging over the edge and my mouth is in line with his crotch. He pulls out his hard cock, stroking his thick shaft in slow pulls. I lick my lips and he lets out a growl, stepping forward to bump my mouth with his tip.

Without hesitation, I open and allow him to slide in. His eyes pinch shut for a second before he stares down at me, his hands softly holding both sides of my neck.

He’s gentle at first, thrusting slowly and allowing me to adjust. After a few pumps, he snaps his hips forward. I choke, gargling around his cock, and I grab onto his arms. His thumb strokes my throat over the bulge his cock is creating before he pulls out. His thick hardness slides across my face as he keeps me in place, and I take large gulps of air.

“Again?” The question is more like a command, the dark desire in his eyes daring me to object.

I swallow and nod.

He smirks before plunging back into my mouth. I gag again and something flickers in his expression before he pulls out. He massages my neck right under my jaw.

“Relax, Ava. You have to relax your throat.”

“I don’t know how.”

Asher takes a step back, his thick cock bobbing next to my head. “Pretend to yawn and inhale, then sigh. I’m going to push in after you sigh, okay?”

I do what he asks as he repositions himself. The immediate difference as he slides inside has him groaning. It’s easier this time, adjusting to his deep thrusts as he fucks my face.

Tears still blur my vision, and an ache builds when he brutalizes my throat. But I love it, I love being at his mercy and him taking whatever he wants from me.

“There you go, Pet. So good. Sucking my cock like you were made to.”

His dirty words send a shot of arousal straight to my core, and I clench on nothing. He picks up his pace, and I flinch at the first smack of his balls against my face. I pinch my eyes shut, trying to keep my throat relaxed as Asher grunts, thrusting harder.

The need for air burns in my lungs, and I feel slightly mortified that I’m allowing myself to be used like this. Breathing in through my nose, the smell of his musk has my thighs squeezing together. I love the smell of him.

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