Page 33 of Crave

“Please.” She locked eyes with him. “I — I want more.”

“Mia…” he chastised. “You know better than that. Be direct. Be specific.”

“Damn you, this isn’t an English paper.” She started to giggle.

He fixed her with a look. “Are you questioning my methods?”

“Yes, Dr. Taylor.” She shook with laughter.

A grin sneaked across his face and vanished in an instant. He took her chin in a firm grip.

“Baby, if you want more, I expect you to tell me what and how. Of course, I could also just spank you until you comply.”

Her laughter evaporated. “I want you to take my clothes off for me.”

His voice dropped. Softer, more dangerous. “Aren’t you a demanding little thing?”

The next second, her fuzzy jacket was on the floor. He pulled off her tight shirt, expertly undid her lacy bra. It was all so fast, which just added to the sudden shock of his hands on her breasts.

She was breathing so fast, she thought she’d explode.

Aaron grinned down at her. “You’re turned on, aren’t you? You have such luscious tits.” He pinched her plump pink nipples, and she gasped. “You’re blushing, Mia. I like that. All the way down to those gorgeous breasts. Touch yourself for me.”

She looked down, her hair hanging in her face, as she cupped her heavy tits and lightly rubbed her thumbs over her puckered nipples.

“Good girl,” he crooned, brushing the strands of purple hair away from her breasts. “Stand up straight, give me a full view.”

Her chest rose and fell as she straightened, thrusting it out. But her eyes remained downcast. She was embarrassed, but she was also fascinated, watching her own nipples get even tighter and harder, knowing Aaron was watching too…

A fist in her hair jerked her head back. His eyes were dark with lust.

“I said, stand up straight, Mia.”

Her pussy throbbed with excitement. She let out a whimper. She was soaked, so soaked under her short plaid skirt.

“Yes, Aaron,” she breathed.

“You know…” he mused, a smile growing on his face as he surveyed her. “You really frustrated me in class last year.”

“Me?”

“Uh-huh.” He traced her full lips with one finger. She crossed her legs, trying to seek relief from the insistent ache in her cunt. “I saw how smart you are, how brilliant and insightful, and I wished, just once, that you would open your mouth.”

Her lips parted, and he pushed his finger in. She sucked on it in a rush of excitement.

“You always hid yourself.” A warm hand squeezed her breast. “Your body, your mind. You kept yourself a secret. That’s right, baby, keep pinching those pretty nipples for me.”

She was shaking, barely able to stand.

“I tried to help you come out of your shell. Do you remember? It’s all coming back to me now.”

She nodded frantically.

“You’d get this look in discussions like you wanted to say something. Once I asked if you wanted to contribute. You turned bright red and shook your head.”

He unzipped her short skirt. It fell around her ankles. She let out a whimper, staring up at him with glazed eyes as he fucked her mouth with his finger.

“And there was the time I called you over after class.” He worked his hand inside her black tights, stroking her soft stomach. “You’d written such a strong paper, and I wanted to share it with everyone as an example.”

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