Page 24 of Gingers Can Do Maths

Smack!

“Mmm. H-how do you expect me to concentrate if–” She slumps in the chair, her legs twitching uncontrollably.

“If what?”

Her hand still nestled in my hair, tries to bring my mouth back towards her, but I resist. It fucking kills me too, but I resist.

“Han, don’t stop.”

My nickname. Like me, she’s broken the formality.

“Please, please don’t stop.”

I shake my head and she tries again to push me forward between those sweet thighs.

“The goal is to get you to finish despite the distractions.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do. Finish.”

When I won’t budge, she slides forward until her ass is nearly off the chair entirely.

Slipping my finger through the crotch of her soaked panties, I pull, tugging them down her legs and off her feet. With her pussy fully exposed I zoom in on her clit and squeeze, pinching it until she screams, until she wiggles her ass back onto the chair to squirm away from me despite the trail of wetness she’s leaving as she goes.

“Follow the rules, Sin. Follow the rules. Follow the formula and finish the paper before the timer goes off. If you do that, I promise I’ll let you finish.”

Her legs twitch again. “But—”

I slide a finger into her tightness, curling it up and onto that little spot that I know will make her gush. I stroke it, once, twice, then pinch her nub again, alternating between pressure and flicks that make her buck so violently I know she’s about to come.

But I slip my fingers out to stop it and her cute growl of frustration only makes me harder.

“Do you want me to make you come? Do you want to squirt all over me again? Just like you did last Friday? Except this time, on my tongue? On my face that I’ll let you ride as long and hard as you need?”

I slide between her thighs and lick a trail up her stomach until my face is nestled beneath her breasts. Like this, I can finally see her sweet face that’s flushed, her lips swollen and red from where she’s biting them so hard.

“Is that what you want, Sin?”

She nods slowly, despite the confusion, the need, the lust clouding those beautiful pools of chocolate.

“So finish the paper and ignore the distraction. Every time you put that pencil down, I’ll stop. Understood?”

She nods again, whimpering as I slide back beneath the table, her sex dragging along my chest as I go.

A second later, I hear her pencil moving across the paper as I sink my tongue into her heat. If her pussy’s squeezing my tongue this hard, I can’t imagine my dick.

With one hand I loosen my belt and free my aching cock. Using her wetness as lube, I stroke it harder and faster with every moan, and whimper as Sin squirms against my tongue, occasionally striking me with a knee.

It’s better than nothing, but the feel of my own hand is underwhelming. I need to feel Sin’s soft fingers wrapped around me, not my calloused ones.

Still, my Sin’s concentrating. Or pretending that she is. She’s scribbling something or the other. But I meant what I said. There’s no cumming until she’s done.

Every time I feel that she’s close, that she’ll cheat and climax, I pull away.

But she isn’t the only one getting frustrated.

I want to finally see my angel explode but by me, on me. Not by dream Han who visits her in her sleep.

Buzz! BUZZ!

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