Page 65 of The Professor
My belly clenched. I just wanted to fuck, get deep into her wetness and stay there until we were both undone with pleasure. “You should strip off your clothes quickly, otherwise they’ll be getting cut off with my knife.” I set my gun and knife in a drawer and closed it.
“You’re such a bad professor.” She giggled.
I wasn’t in a playful mood. My cock ached with need. I stepped up to her, grabbed her sinfully small dress, and yanked it. The sound of tearing material was satisfying, as was her pale flesh when it was revealed in two swift tugs.
“Oh!” She gasped and staggered toward me, naked.
Catching her in my arms, I pulled her close, her warm breasts flattening onto my chest. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, wanting to taste her, all of her, at once.
She trembled, a delicate little shake up her spine that reminded me she was new to me and my needs.
I took a moment to control my breathing and made a decision to keep my cock in my pants until it was time to fuck. I had to have some kind of regulator. I was only human. “Like this.” I raised her hands to the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. “Up, like this.” I fastened her into them.
“Oh…okay.”
The cuffs were a good height, stretching her torso and making her pert tits stick forward, ripe for my mouth.
Anticipation clenched my belly, and my heart rate quickened, lust running hotly through my veins. I ducked and took her right nipple into my mouth, using my hand to cup the underside and feed her flesh deeper.
She moaned and arched for more.
I gave it, suckling greedily as my free hand swept over her sweet curves.
“I’m going to kiss you all over.” I moved to her other breast. Her skin tasted of peaches and cream, and her nipples were pliant points, perfect for flicking with my tongue.
“Andrew…” she gasped.
I knew what she wanted and I dropped lower, so her pussy was right in front of me. “You ready to come?”
“Yes.” A flush had risen on her cheeks.
“How many orgasms do you want?”
“Hundreds…no, thousands!”
“Be careful what you wish for.” I grinned then poked out my tongue and swept it down her pubic hair to her clit.
The chain holding her clinked as she bucked toward me.
I spread her pussy lips, breathed deep, then set my mouth over her clit and drew it into my mouth in one deep suck.
“Oh fuck.” She swelled against my tongue, her flavor spreading.
I was a hungry beast who needed feeding. I speared three fingers into her pussy and fucked her with them. Without mercy I worked her clit, setting myself a challenge of having her coming within a minute of going down on her.
I wasn’t disappointed, and soon she was crying out, pulsing, shaking, and sweating. Her arousal leaked into my palm, and I clasped her ass, holding her closer. Soon I’d fuck herass, but she didn’t need to know that yet. Chances were, by the time I’d finished, she’d hardly even know what I was doing.
“That good?” I asked, withdrawing and standing. Her arousal was spread on my chin, and I left it there, wanting her all over my body.
“So good.” She was panting. “You going to fuck me now, for my next orgasm?” She grinned.
“No, not yet.” I walked to the stack of drawers, opened the third down, and took out a massage wand. The handle was long and the wide head domed. It gave a wicked vibration that was designed for getting deep knots out of thick muscles—on a delicate clit it was a nuclear explosion, and it was high time Chelsea found that out.
Chapter Sixteen
Chelsea
I turned to watch Andrew at the stack of drawers. His naked back was tanned, and a sheen of sweat sat in the gutter, down near the waistband of his pants.
