Page 72 of Forbidden Professor

“Taste you where?” he asks. “Here?”

He kisses my inner thigh. I make a frustrated sound.

“Eat my pussy,” I demand. “Quit being gentle with me.”

He makes a satisfied sound. “Good girl.”

His tongue runs across my clit, firm and slow, before it dips down into the deepest of my folds. I cry out and dig my fingers into his hair to hold him closer to me.

“Oh god. Oh, Carter!!” As he works his tongue faster, I can't stop calling out his name. When he slides a finger into me again, I reach for my breasts and pinch my nipples.

But this is too easy. I don’t want to come, not like this.

Not without giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“I want to taste you,” I moan, breathless. “Let me suck your cock, baby.”

Apparently I’ve said the right things, because he immediately stops. He pulls his finger from my body and leaves a flutter of kisses on my clit.

“What about you? Don’t you want to come?”

But even as he says it, he’s unzipping his pants.

“Yes. But I want to give you a little payback. I want to suck your cock but not let you come.”

He gives me a look. “That doesn’t sound as terrible as you think it does.”

When he shows me his cock, I bite my lip. I know I’ve seen it all before, but his cock is so perfect, so thick and long, so perfectly pink. That ache, that throbbing deep inside of me doesn’t have a chance of stopping.

I reach for him, but he stops me. “Let’s flip the script. Lie down and prop your head up with a pillow.”

I’m not sure what he means, but I eagerly do just that. He straddles my chest, leaning on the headboard, and thrusts forward. I don’t have the use of my hands so I just open my mouth.

Carter bites his lower lip and uses his hand to guide his cock into my mouth. His mouth falls open on the very first stroke. “Fuck, princess.”

He tastes salty and earthy. I can’t move, can’t set the pace. I’m helpless.

Which is probably exactly what Carter wants.

He keeps one hand loosely on my head and caresses my cheek while he watches me take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. Because of the way I’m laying, even the mildest thrust makes me gag. My eyes water. I try to relax my throat and breathe through my nose.

His gaze goes from intense to nearly black in only a few minutes. “Fuck, princess. If I don’t stop, I’m going to come in your pretty little throat. I like the idea, but I really want to fuck you.”

He rises up, letting me sit up a little. I pant for a second as he brushes my hands away from my breasts, gently twisting my nipples until I cry out. He leans down and kisses me.

“I thought you wanted me to stop being gentle with you,” he whispers.

I look at him, issuing a challenge. “If you don’t fuck me right now, you’re a dead man.”

Carter sheds his clothes and climbs on the bed, looming over me. His eyes blaze with amusement.

“Dead man, hmm?” He grabs me, roughly pulling me into position beneath his body.

When he penetrates me, I feel every bit of his thick cock. It feels so fucking good. I feel every single inch of him as he thrusts his long, proud cock inside my body. Every bit of pain I felt last time is gone. There’s nothing but exquisite pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. “More! Give me more.”

He rams his body into mine, his groin and thighs slapping my naked flesh. I squeal, eliciting a chuckle from him. He rocks his hips into my body a dozen times at lightning speed.

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