Page 36 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

“What do youknow, my precious Sanura?”

My cheeks heated at the endearment.

I angled my chin high, looking him square in the eye and willing my voice to remain steady. “I know that you like the chase. It’s a game to you, and after you’ve had your fill, you’ll move onto the next thrill that passes your way.”

“You don’t know shit,” he spat, causing me to flinch. He leaned in closer, his breath warm on my face. “Because I could never have my fill of you.”

His lips crashed into mine, devouring me like I was his last meal. The world around us seemed to mute as our hands groped each other and tongues intertwined in a mad rush. My shirt flew to the ground. His jacket was shoved off his shoulders.

The scruff on his chin scratched my neck as his he tasted me. He tugged my bra down roughly, revealing my breasts to his pleasure. Though they felt heavy from lust, his large palms engulfed them, making them seem even smaller than they already were.

He groaned as his eyes feasted on what his hands were doing. “Your tits are so perfect with these pretty dark brown nipples.” His tongue swirled around one peak, sending my back arching. Wood dug into my shoulders, but I didn’t give a shit, not when James was making me feel so damn good.

I had always felt self-conscious about my body. My skin wasn’t quite as tan as my father’s, nor was it as light as my mother’s. It was a shade somewhere in between that still allowed me to sport the tawny freckles that sprinkled my skin from sun exposure. My nipples apparently took after my melanated heritage—dark brown on my olive skin. They had always felt mismatched to me, but with the way James was worshipping my breasts, I felt like Hathor—the goddess of beauty and love.

I nearly convulsed on the spot when his teeth nipped my sensitive peaks.

“You like that, baby?” His words floated over my skin.

My fingers clenched at his scalp, urging him to continue. Strong, wet licks worked my bud over before he moved onto the other one.

His tongue trailed down my belly, dipping into my belly button. There was no doubt he could feel my core quaking from his touch.

“James,” I moaned.

I watched as he flashed me a wicked smile, the kind that sent liquid heat pooling in my panties.

“So forthright, calling your professor by his first name.” He hooked his fingers in the elastic waist of my skirt as he positioned himself on both knees. “You’re a bad student who needs to be taught a lesson. Maybe my hand across your ass would teach you some respect.”

His smirk just edged me on further. “You’re a bad teacher,” I groaned out. “Taking advantage of your student like this.”

But he was too smart and caught me on a technicality. “I believe you signed a waiver to be in my care for the duration of your internship.”

I scoffed. “Is that what you’re calling this?Care?”

“Care doesn’t always have to be gentle. Do you want me to show you what I mean?”

I nodded, my heaving breath robbing me of my ability to speak.

He pulled down my skirt, tugging when the waistband caught as it passed over my ample ass. The fabric fluttered to my feet before he pushed it aside to free my legs.

He traced the V cloaked in cotton between my legs. “This looks almost too pretty for me to corrupt. I bet what’s underneath is even prettier. Will you let me see, Sanura? Will you let me see your pretty pussy, my kitten?”

Feelings inside of me warred with each other. He was my mentor, and my brain kept flashing red lights, warning me that this was wrong and that the consequences weren’t worth it. But my body felt like it would die if he didn’t make me his.

My body won. “You’re my mentor. Mentor me.” I pushed my hips forward, begging him to proceed.

Without hesitation, he ripped my panties down so fast that my ass jiggled in response.

The tip of his nose caressed the stretch of hair that covered my most intimate parts. My legs instinctively drew together to hide their apex. Grooming hadn’t been a priority during this internship, and God, was I suddenly mortified!

“No,” he commanded, separating my thighs. He tickled my clit with the tip of his tongue, and my knees buckled on contact. He liked me...all of me.

He picked up his pace, stroking me fast with his tongue.

I tipped my head back, savoring the sensation, and let my whimpers and moans vibrate out of my throat freely. It felt so good, I couldn’t care. My shoulders rested on the edge of the shelf, and I raised my arms overhead and gripped one a level higher for support. I parted my legs a little wider to give him more access, all inhibitions leaving my body. “That feels so fucking good.”

His hands moved to my ass, gripping the flesh like he was holding on for dear life. The intensity of his touch was almost too much to bear, yet too addictive to halt.

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