Page 37 of Continuum

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Again, I followed directions.

“Like this?” I wondered, reaching for the edge of the desk and arching my back.

He smacked my ass. The sound echoed in the room and when I heard him let out an appreciative noise, it gave me chills.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”

“Yes,” I replied coyly.

“Do you know how much I appreciate all you did for me?”

“Yeah,” I murmured.

He smacked my ass. “What was that?”

“Yes,” I panted. “I said yes.”

He bent down behind me and kissed down my spine. “Thank you for getting me through Statistics 401”—he dropped a kiss on one cheek— “and Statistics 402”—he kissed the other cheek— “and Statistics 499.”

He licked my slit.

I gasped.

His tongue, wide and flat, skated over my sensitive flesh. My eyes shut tightly as I moaned.

He stood and I felt him pressed up against me.

I moaned again. The anticipation to have him fill me up was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My heart pounded in my chest.

“We’re in a library so you’re going to have to stay quiet, baby. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Aren’t we still in a tutoring session?” He grabbed my hips and lined himself at my opening. “Aisha, are you still my tutor?”

“Yes, yes.”

I would’ve been anything he asked me to be at any time he wanted me to be it.

“And do you want this dick?” His voice was thick with want.

“More than anything.”

Using his dick, he played with me. “Goddamn… you’re nice and wet for me.”

I throbbed for him.

“Kwame…” His name rolled off my tongue like a purr.

He pushed the tip in and stopped. “What’s probability?”

The way the thickness of his head parted me had me ready to break down. I was shaking with desire. I tried to push my hips back, but he stopped me.

Letting out a long, heavy breath, he spanked me and then held me in place. “You’re supposed to be tutoring me, baby. What’s probability?”

My brain was not firing on all cylinders. “Um pro-probability is—oh fuck…”

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