Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
And just like that, I’m hard.
Because I know my girl…
I know she has a professor fantasy she’s been wanting to live out, and I know we’re not here because she “forgot” her purse.
“Is that right?” I ask, playing along. “Well, come in, Ms. Swallows. And we’ll see what I can do to help.”
“Thank you, Professor,” she says, swaying into the room in front of me, her hips pure temptation beneath her dress. “I really appreciate that.”
“So, where are you struggling the most?” I ask, closing—and locking—the door behind me.
She turns back to me, perching on the edge of my desk. “Oh, all of it, but especially the complex equations. They’re so long and hard…” Her fingers play at the top of her dress, making my mouth go dry as she slips one button through its hole and then another. “Just long, hard equations that keep me up all night wondering if I’m ever going to make it as a financial professional…”
I arch a brow, torn between laughter and a groan of desire. She’s ridiculous and playful and sexy and perfect and I love her more every day.
“Perhaps you need some extra tutoring,” I say, stalking toward her.
“I think so.” She bites her full bottom lip, making me ache to do the same. “You’re just such a demanding teacher.”
“I don’t think it’s demanding to expect a student to turn their final paper in on time, Ms. Swallows,” I say, drinking in the sight of her as she slides fully onto the desk, her skirt riding up her thighs.
“I’m sorry I was late, Professor,” she says, spreading her legs, making my heart skip a beat as the damp crotch of her pink panties come into view. “But isn’t there something I can do to make it up to you?” She teases idle fingers up her thigh, and it’s all I can do not to fall to my knees, jerk her panties to one side, and fuck her with my mouth right then and there.
But we haven’t played the game to its conclusion just yet…
“Are you trying to negotiate your grade?” I ask in a hard tone, loving the way she shivers in response.
“I don’t know.” She rolls her shoulders, causing her unbuttoned dress to gape wider in the front, revealing the tops of her breasts and a matching pink bra. “Is it working?”
Her words hang in the air, thick and electric, and I swear I can feel them settle over my skin. The sight of her perched on my desk, flushed and teasing, is easily the hottest thing I’ve seen since the last time she decided to ambush me in the library at our place, determined to act out a very naughty version of Beauty and the Beast.
Fuck, she’s the best…
The very, very best, and I mean to show her just how much I appreciate her playful side.
I lean forward, bracing my hands on either side of her thighs, caging her in but not quite touching. “Ms. Swallows,” I say, my voice low and rough, “attempting to seduce your professor into changing your grade is a serious offense. It could lead to consequences.”
Her breath comes faster as her nipples tighten against the silk of her bra, making me even harder. “What kind of consequences, Professor?” she asks, her voice a mix of mock innocence and breathy anticipation.
I let my gaze trail slowly, deliberately down her body. Her dress is barely clinging to her shoulders now, the fabric slipping lower with each subtle movement she makes. “The kind I’m not sure you’re ready for,” I murmur. “You have no idea how I like it, Ms. Swallows. I could have deviant proclivities.”
Her lips part, hunger filling her gaze as she whispers, “And what if I’m not afraid, Mr. Pissarro? What if I want to be deviant with you?”
“Then you should pull your skirt up and show me your panties,” I command.
Her breath quickens again as she slides her hands higher, jerking her skirt up to her hips and slowly spreading her legs. Her panties are even more soaked than they were a few moments before, the damp fabric clinging to her sex in a way that nearly destroys the last of my control.
I circle her wrist with my fingers, guiding her hand to her own body, pressing her palm between her thighs. “Touch yourself, Ms. Swallows. Show me how you’d get yourself off if your professor wasn’t watching.”
She gasps, her eyes widening, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she obeys her deviant professor, rubbing herself through the fabric until her lashes flutter and she’s making soft, eager sounds that have my cock testing the integrity of my zipper.
“Look at you,” I rumble, slowly working open my belt as I watch her play with herself. “You’re a good girl, Ms. Swallows.”
“I want to be good for you, Professor, I really do, but I…” She whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly against her own hand. “But I want you so much. I want you inside me, not my fingers. Please?” She pulls her panties to one side, baring herself to me completely.