Page 30 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

“Yes, please. I’d hate to get distracted on the way and keep you waiting.”

He carefully takes my shorts and tucks them into his pocket while placing his hand on my back and escorting me to his classroom. Each student we pass has my anticipation skyrocketing. By the time we make it behind his door, my arousal is dripping down my thighs.

“Please take a seat, Miss DeLuca.”

I do as he says, sitting in the chair across from his desk. He stands in front of me while rolling his sleeves up further, revealing more of his muscular forearms. Veins strain against his skin as he flexes them to lean back. My breaths quicken and I can’t help but lick my lips.

“What lesson did you want to teach me today, professor?”

He almost breaks character, a twitch tugs at the corner of his mouth. But then he takes a breath and gets right back into it. I cross my legs and fold my hands in my lap, being the proper student that I am.

Arrow walks around me, taking a strand of my hair in his fingers before gently tucking it behind my ear. When he’s at my back, I feel his hands grip either side of the chair before he leans in.

“You need to learn to pay attention better, Miss DeLuca. Can you please read to me what I’ve written on the board for you?”

The heat of his palm wraps around my breast and my vision goes hazy.How the fudgedoodle am I supposed to read when he does this?

“I’m waiting,” he whispers in my ear just as he pinches my nipple.

“I will pay better attention.” My voice is shaky, but my words are cut off when he moves his other hand between my legs. They uncross and part for him as willingly as the Red Sea. I’m already bare, so when his finger brushes my core, he can feel the evidence of just how excited I am over our little scene.

“Fuck, Kitten. Taste what I do to you.”

Arrow puts his finger to my lips and without hesitation, I let my tongue swirl around it before sucking it into my mouth. He pushes the digit all the way back until I gag. Tears spring to life in my eyes, loving when he moves my chin so that I’m looking up at him while he continues to gag me.

“Don’t stop reading or you’ll be punished. Got it?”

Quickly, he frees my mouth, letting me answer but also giving room for me to call the scene. We are both similar in our tastes, but everyone needs space to call a safeword if a scene isn’t what they were expecting. Fortunately for him, this is exactly what I want.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He walks around me again and kneels at my front. “Now read again. And if you stop, I stop. Got it?”

His large hands spread my legs as wide as they can go, giving him the perfect view of my glistening core.

“Now, read for me, Miss DeLuca.”

“I will pay better attention to my professor and his needs.”

Arrow’s head dips down. Before I start the next sentence, his lips seal around my clit and suck. I moan and rock into him; I don’t want him to stop though, so I force my eyes to concentrate on the board and keep going.

“He works hard to create a stimulating environment…” I read, but it’s cut off by a moan when his tongue teases me then begins strumming my clit like it’s trying to play the freaking guitar. “For… for his stud—”

My head tilts back, and he pulls me to the edge of the seat so he can get deeper. I forget where I am, entirely lost in the feeling of his tongue working its way inside me while his fingers play at the entrance to both holes.

A smack followed by a burning pain along the inside of my thigh brings me back to the present in an instant. He pulls back, and I gasp at the sting vibrating through my leg.

“Read, or your professor will have to punish you further, Kitten.”

A devilish grin crosses his features before he moves back to where I want him as I start reading again.

“For his students. His favorite student of all…he works exceptionally hard to impress.”

Two fingers sink into me, curling just right. I know there’s no way I’m reading the rest. I grab his hair and hold him in place, desperately not wanting him to stop.

His tongue goes back to my clit, and he adds one finger to my ass while continuing to stimulate my g-spot. It’s so intense I feel actual tears falling from my eyes, but they aren’t of pain or sadness, just pure freaking bliss.

“Don’t stop. Please, professor. I’m going to…”

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