Page 41 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

Sealing my mouth around the tip, I sucked on it like it was the first taste of a fresh popsicle in the summer heat. And just like a popsicle, he melted in my mouth.

“Fuck,” James breathed out. He fisted the hair at my scalp hard.

The intensity of his reaction spurred me on. I flattened my tongue to make room for his length and started to move. My fingers dug into his hips, holding on as he rocked them closer to me, feeding me his length. His thick shaft jerked in my mouth as I worked him in and out, hitting the deepest reaches of my throat.

Lucky for both of us, my threshold for gagging was pretty high.

“Kitten, how the fuck are you able to take all of it?” Amazement cracked through his haze of lust. “I can feel you so deep, and it only makes me want to hurt you more.”

I was amazed that I could take nearly all of him, minus about two inches, and even still, I was determined to make it fit. It was a challenge that I wanted to conquer.Put it on my sexual resumé. Notarize it. Laminate it.

I slipped one of my hands down to his balls, cupping and massaging them as he fucked my mouth. The flavor of him permeated my mucosa, dominating my senses of taste and smell.

“Oh, fuck.” His moan echoed in my ears. Nothing else beyond him existed right now. It was just us, in this moment.

His shaft grew inside of me and I felt like he was close. I was obsessed with the idea of his cum in my mouth, dripping from my lips.

I dragged my finger behind his balls, applying pressure on the thin flesh.

“Woah.” He cupped my chin, nudging my attention to his face with his dick half-stuffed in my mouth. “I won’t survive if you continue.”

That was kind of the point.

“Stand up. I want inside of your pussy. Now!” he ordered.

I reluctantly obeyed, already mourning the taste of him.

He stepped out of his pants, then in one swoop, he threw me over his shoulder like a ragdoll. I yelped in surprise as he stalked through the living room and up the stairs with me inverted.

“I don’t even want to begin to imagine how you became so good at giving head,” he murmured, tension tightening his tone.

I giggled at his irritation. “Practice.” Though I had only had a handful of sexual encounters that had resulted in intercourse, I did have enough experience with blow jobs, which had apparently worked in my favor tonight.

His palm landed against my bare ass, stinging my plump flesh. “Knock it off. I’m the only one who gets to mark this body from now on, understand?”

I stilled. Did this mean that he wanted to be exclusive?

We traveled the rest of the way through his massive home in silence until he threw me onto a bed like a caveman tossing his latest hunt onto the ground.

His bedroom was just as chic as downstairs, with a high black paneled ceiling and stainless-steel hanging light fixtures over the dark bedside tables. His bed was way more plush than mine at the hostel was, and his storm-gray sheets were softer than anything I’d ever felt, even though they were already rumpled around my body.

He prowled up my body to seal his lips over mine. His kisses were addictive—heat mixed with meaning. His tongue wrestled with mine, making me lose all consciousness of time and reality.

His hard cock pressed against my belly as the sounds of our hungry kisses and frantic breathing played like the chorus of a song.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me when he ran his tongue down my neck to my tits. His mouth caught hold of my nipple, sucking it between his teeth. His sharp little bites sent pulses of pleasure shooting down my body to my dripping pussy, and I wove my fingers into his disheveled hair, pressing him harder against me.

Those romance books had been right: hooking up with your professor was hot as hell!

“Oh, God. Fuck me now, Dr. Campbell,” I cried out, the words flying out of my mouth without a thought.

He froze on top of me, and I silently cursed myself for the accidental role play. But then his mouth fixed into a sly smirk—he had enjoyed it. “My little intern likes it when I bite her pretty nipples?”

I licked my lips. The way he played along with this little fantasy made me tingle with excitement. I nodded, pressing my thighs into his hips and wishing I could rub myself against him.

He plucked my other nipple with his mouth, gently tugging before releasing it.

“What else does my intern like? I want to make sure your time with me is worthwhile.”

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