Page 71 of Forbidden Professor

I whimper as I feel my nipples harden under his tongue and teeth. I want desperately to be lower, to be able to rub myself against his cock again, but he keeps me firmly poised inches above his lap.

I squirm. He shifts his hands down to cup my ass. His hands that clutch my ass shift closer to my center. His fingers slowly, slowly spread me apart. The ache of emptiness is unbearable.

“Tell me how wet you are,” he tells me. He never stops sucking on my nipples. “Slide your hand down to your pussy and tell me if you’re ready for me, princess.”

“Stop teasing me,” I say, frustrated.

Carter pulls back, cocking a brow. “I told you to do something, princess. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Pushing my lower lip out in a pout, I trail my hand down between my legs. Closing my eyes, I press my fingers against my pussy, feeling the wetness he’s caused. A little huff of breath leaves my lips.

“I’m ready,” I say, still pouting. “I’m just waiting for you, Carter.”

“Hm,” is his only response. “That’s just how I want you, Eve.”

My lips part. I can’t take my eyes off of Carter.

“Lower yourself,” he orders. When I hurry to comply, he smirks. “My princess is thirsty, I see.”

I blush, but there is no hiding it. So I nod and lower myself back down onto his lap.

He slides a finger inside my pussy and pushes his thumb against my clit. I shudder at the surprise of it. I wasn’t ready for it, exactly. His fingers feel big and invasive.

But it still feels good.

I move against his hand eagerly. His hands are deft, with practiced flicks against my G-spot and just enough pressure on my clit to get me halfway to orgasm. I throw my head back and moan, writhing against his hand.

“Easy, princess,” he says. “I’m trying to be gentle with you.”

“Who said I want gentle?” I kiss him deeply, squeezing my eyes closed. “I want fast and furious.”

“Slow down,” he tells me. “Enjoy the ride, princess.”

There is a part of me that thought maybe he’ll just stop. Maybe it is all just a game, a power trip. I ride his hand harder, lifting my head, and offer my breasts to his lips again.

He spanks me once on my ass, hard.

“I said slow down,” he growls. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

The slap surprises me, but even as the sting fades and I feel my ass turning red, I also feel a new gush of wetness between my thighs. My pussy is on fire for him.

I need him like I’ve never needed him before.

Carter slips his finger out of my pussy and lifts me off his lap. He pushes me down onto my back on the bed. He kneels and spreads my legs wide, his eyes glinting as he takes me in.

“Fuck, Eve. You’re so goddamned beautiful when you’re naked and wet for me.”

I let my head fall back as he kisses his way down my thighs. When he reaches my mound, he kisses his way across it, trailing his tongue against my sweat-slicked skin. I dig my fingers into his hair, moaning at the thought of what is to come.

He comes so close to tasting me, really tasting my pussy, and yet he pulls back.

I shake my head back and forth, ready to burst.

“Fuck! Carter, come on!” I cry, pounding my fists.

“What do you want?” he asks me, smirking.

“Carter,please,” I say, arching my back as far as I can. “Taste me.”

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