Page 10 of Men Who Yearn
He strains against the chair while I circle my tongue around.“Kayla … Please.”
“Please … what?”I murmur, as I take him into my mouth and begin to suck.“Stop?”
He sucks on his bottom lip again as I roll my tongue over the tip, and with a cracked voice he begs, “More.”
A grin spreads on my face as I dip down further and further until I hit the base of his cock and a long-drawn out, almost desperate moan leaves his mouth.
“Fuck,” he grits.
His length throbs in the back of my throat, and I pull out to take a breath, only for him to grab my curls and shove my face right back onto his dick.
“You’re too good for me,” he murmurs, his head tilting back once again as I lick his shaft.“Oh, fuck me, your tongue is divine,” he groans.
I pull out to breathe and look up into his unfathomable eyes.“Thank you … Sir.”
His eyes flicker with greed, and his hand reaches for my face, caressing my cheek so softly I melt into the palm of his hand.“Say that again.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His dick bobs up and down against my breasts.“I can’t fucking resist you.”
When I try to go back down again, he keeps me steady just by my chin and he actually manages to lift me up with just one finger alone.As I come to a stand, his other hand grabs my thigh, pulling me between his legs.His hand slowly slides up my inner thigh, pushing the fabric of my leggings into my pussy as he starts to rub me.It’s hard not to moan while he expertly circles around and around, his gaze never failing to hold mine.
Quietly, observantly, we’ve been descending into obsession without anyone ever noticing.
Unable to hold it back any longer.
RIP!
With just one tug, he’s managed to pull down my leggings, exposing my thin, see-through thong, which he rips apart with ease.
He grabs my waist and lifts me onto his lap, where we stay for a moment, basking in each other’s presence.And I can’t help but peer into those dark, wistful eyes filled with so much desperation and unfathomable pain that it momentarily takes my breath.
“Do you want this?”he asks.
I nod.
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
His hands slowly run down my ass, feeling me up, before he lowers me onto his cock, which is hard as a rock.I can feel every pulse of his veins as he enters me slowly, deeply, as if to savor the moment before it disappears.
As he buries himself inside me to the hilt, he groans, and my body erupts with goosebumps.
God, he feels so fucking good inside me.
Even though I know I wasn’t supposed to do this.
Even though I know he’s the dean.
Someone much, much older than I am … I want him, right here, right now.
He tips down my chin and brushes his lips past mine, cooly observing me from his chair before he gently presses them onto mine, stealing a silky-smooth kiss from my full lips.
Right then, he pulls out only to thrust back in so hard I moan loudly into his mouth.A wide, cocky grin spreads on his lips as he repeats the same motion with the same effect, causing me to ripple in and out of madness with each of his strokes, his cock filling me up and then some.His kisses are both soft and crude, ravenous, like he can’t get enough and wants to remember how they feel at the same time.
I smile against his lips.“How long ago has it been?”
