Page 40 of Dark Ink

Fear flashed through my needy hunger as he tugged me closer, tracing my cheek with his nose. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Professor Merrick—”

I cut off with a moan as he ground his cock against me, sending sparks through my body.

“You loved it when I choked you before.”

I whimpered.

“I bet you’re going to love it when I punish that innocent little ass. When I take that pussy rough, when I push you to your knees and fuck your throat until you gag.”

“Oh God,” I panted, his words were so filthy. So wrong. But they set my body alight. Made my knees tremble.

He grinned. Then sank to his knees in front of me, hands gripping my ass and pushed his face into my skirt-covered pussy, inhaling me.

“Rian, what are you doing?”

He let out a groan. “Fuck, you smell amazing.” He flipped up my skirt and pressed his nose to my panties.

I pushed at the top of his head. “No…we…shouldn’t.”

“I know.” He tugged down my white cotton panties and let them drop to the floor.

Before I could protest any further, he licked my clit.

If I had any hesitation before, any fight left, it evaporated.

I carded my fingers into his hair. “Oh fuck.”

He used his fingers to spread me open wider so he could lick deeper. “You…” he said between long languid licks, “are my dirty greedy little slut.”

I choked.

“Say it.”

“I…can’t.”

He stopped licking.

I let out a whimper. “Don’t stop.”

“Then. Say. It.”

“I’m…I’m your…”

He growled against my pussy, his breath a form of torture on my sensitive folds. “Own it, Eithne.”

“I’m your greedy little s-slut.”

“Good girl.” He rewarded me by plunging two fingers into my pussy and ravishing me with his tongue. All I could do was grab onto his hair and try not to let my legs give out.

I soared, my body hurtling to the edge at the feel of his talented fingers and tongue, at the nasty wet unapologetic noises that my pussy made as he worked it, the audible proof of my wickedness.

But I was too far gone to care.

Before I could shatter, he pulled his fingers and hands from me. I let out a long moan, frustration coating my pleasure like a sheen.

“Rian, what are you…?”

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