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“Put me in your mouth, Siren. Fuck, yes,” I groan when she swirls her warm, wet, velvety tongue over the crown of my cock and unhurriedly teases me into her throat with soft, littlehappyhums that destroy me.
When her hands perch themselves on my thighs, I go back to my work, petting her head when she swallows her saliva I can feel dripping down to my scrotum. She rests her head on my thigh and every so often, I praise my very good girl. My perfect girl. Twenty minutes turns into forty and soon, I'm entering the last grade.
I lean back, loving the way she patiently waits for her next order. Never. Never in a million years would I imagine my hellcat so tame. I love her. Made for me. Or maybe it's the other way around and I was made for her.
I let my fingers move down to stroke her spider-silk strands between them and she does her best to smile with a mouth full of my cock. It's fucking endearing. It makes me want to eat her alive. “Up, Raven. On my desk. I need to admire you.”
I help her up, and out of her lacey shirt, leaving her in her lace bra that is the equivalent of nothing. I see everything, and somehow, now that she's on my desk, thighs spread, skirt bunched. The pearled peaks of her breasts peek through the lace, and her fat, delicious pussy is on display,glisteningbetween her puffy lips- it's more erotic than if she were naked.
Taste.
Feast.
Rut.
I stand to my full height and tower over her. My cock falls on her pussy, hot, heavy and aching to find solace inside of her juicy little cunt, so pink and fucking pretty.
Rut.
The beast inside begs to tease and so I oblige. Running the length of me over her sopping entrance, her clit, over and over again until her thighs tremble with anticipation. “You did so well warming my cock, Siren. You did so fucking good on your knees for me. Such a beautiful sight. Every time.”
“Maverick, please…” she moans.
But I want her to bedelirious. I reach between us and guide the mere tip of the thickest part of me inside her slick heat and then trace loose, lazy circles over her clit with my thumb, barely pistoning my hips, not allowing myself to go further. No, I need to tease her. I need her fuckingdrippingfor me. Soaking me.
I want her to feel this ache she inspires within me, both in her presence and away from her. I want her to go crazy. On the brink of insanity only to pull her away and bring her crashing back down to Earth so she'll stay with me.Wings clipped and useless.
Deranged, I know.
But I never said I was a good man.
In fact - I grab her hair by the nape of her neck and yank her head back to expose her throat where I nip and lick and tease, pistoning my hips in that same, languid pace.
Rut.
I do not. I ignore the beast inside. Not giving in to his insatiable demands… yet.
Instead, I pull her farther back until I can tease her peaked nipple with my teeth over that tiny scrap of lace. She does her best to arch her back but she's in my tight embrace. Her hips buck and I stop all movement.
“Careful, Siren, I'm taking my time admiring you. Do. Not. Move.”
“Maverick, please, please, please fuck me.”
“Not…” I pull the lace to the side and catch her nipple on my salivating tongue, eager to taste her flesh upon it. “Yet.” She gasps when I inhale her nipple roughly into my mouth, and again she arches. I allow it, only for the small knowledge I've stopped pistoning my hips and she's clenching around the head of my cock, trying to swallow me whole.
I lay her down and her thighs fall open, eager for me to fuck but instead I sit back in my chair and watch as her hole clenches around nothing, seeking me. “Spread yourself for your professor.” Soon, I'll say the wordhusband, and after,the father of her child.A fucking honor.
She reaches down and uses two fingers to spread those puffy lips wide, unashamedly exposing herself to my greedy eyes. I wet two of mine in my mouth and then roughly shove them into her but I don't move them. I only circle her swollen pink clit with the pad of my thumb, enjoying the way her flesh moves with me. Fuck.
“Maverick!”
I shush her before I place the most tender kiss on her clit, circling my tongue over it, loving her breathy little sighs, the way her thighs tremble. I trace open mouth kisses on her inner thighs, gently fucking her with my fingers, rotating them, spreading them, enjoying the tiny moans, her willingness to not move, toplease meby letting me play with what's mine.
“Such a good little angel for me, aren't you Raven?”
“Professor, please,” she rasps, hands balled into fists at her sides. Fuck. That still does things to me that feel forbidden. She's losing her struggle to not buck, to not chase my fingers.
I almost burst at the sight when I withdraw my fingers and see a tiny river of her cream pooling down to her rosebud, and her pussy once again, searching for me.
