Page 23 of Gingers Can Do Maths

“Remember what distractions are.”

“Nothings.”

“That includes people too and their comments.”

I release her and as she goes to the next problem, I slide back to my side of the table, just to disappear beneath it.

The minute I touch her stocking-covered ankle, she nearly jumps out of her skin and attempts to slide back, but I use my legs to lock her chair into place, my hands sliding up her thighs.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Nothing.That’s all these distractions are. Little nothings you need to get through.”

“But—”

“You agreed to let me distract you right?”

“I... I don’t think these sorts of distractions will happen in the exam room.”

“No, because I’ll gut anyone that tried to touch you,” I say, sliding my fingertips beneath her skirt. “But this ismyexam room. So let me examine you.”

I wish I could see her face, but I only have a view of the underside of her tits straight to her toes.

Her smooth thighs are trembling, and her feet which can barely touch the floor even in her platforms are struggling to stay grounded.

“Slide forward,” I say, but I use my grip on her ankles to do it myself and pull her to the edge of the chair, forcing her feet to sit flat.

“Rohan?” Her breaths are so damn shaky, that cute roll over the waistband of her skirt quivering.

“Be a good girl Sinny, and get to work.”

Because I’m about to.

I push the pleats of her skirt up around her hips and expose what I’ve been dying to see ever since I’d crept beneath the covers with her last night.

Today she’s in lacy pale blue boyshorts and the fact that I can see her dark slit peeking between the tiny holes of the design alone makes precum ooze from my tip.

Sinking my fingers into her upper thighs I spread them wide and ignore her quick intake of breath. Immediately I’m hit with that sweet odour that’s uniquely Sin, and it turns me feral. I can’t wait to slide her panties down her legs, or even move it to the side. I need to finally taste her and I do, licking up the dark spot already spreading across the fabric.

Again, she jumps or tries to, but I anchor her ass to the seat by digging my fingers into her hips. I nearly shoot a load at the sensation of my tongue making contact with itty bitty pieces of her bare flesh and from her knees caging me in as they clamp around my head.

Her hand, herlefthand, slides beneath the table to tangle in my hair, to cradle me hard and fast against her dripping slit. Immediately I release her hips to give both her nipples a hard twist. But I don’t ease up on her cunt, sucking her swollen clit harder.

“Han!”

She doesn’t let me go no matter how hard I increase the pressure on her nipples. If anything, she’s gripping me tighter.

That’s when I release her nub with a little pop and slide my hands back down her belly and into the hem of her panties, pushing it to the side and exposing her sweet little pussy. When I do, I’m hit with the most erotic sight as a glistening drop of slick stretches between her slit and the fabric. When the tension causes it to break, it fucking dangles like a prize to be claimed, and I claim it, grabbing it with my tongue and working it back up to her hot channel, sinking my tongue into the entrance.

She bucks, and the sound of her pencil rolling across the tabletop above my head brings me back to what she’s supposed to be doing.

I swat her pussy with the flat of my hand, my middle finger hitting her clit with a stinging force and the wet sound of the smack echoes around the room.

“Ohhh.” She squirms and I hit her again and again, until her little cunt reddens.

“This isn’t working,” I say, leaning in to lick and kiss her swollen flesh in apology for what I’ve done, for what I’m about to keep doing. “You're not focusing. You’re not even looking at the paper, are you?”

No response, then again I don’t need one.

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