Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Mr. Holt,” she says. Christ, I might never recover from this, and we’ve barely gotten started. “No one has ever seen me like this—”
“No? Then why do you shave?” I demand, a hint of anger rising in my chest.
She chokes on her words, then quickly stammers back. “I dunno. My friends all said that’s what you do… Is it okay?”
The burning sensation dissipates. I shake it off and take a deep breath. “Yes, baby. It’s okay. In fact, it will make today’s lesson much easier.”
4
AUGUST
No one will ever see her like this again. She’s mine.
My self-restraint is quickly crumbling. I lean in and press my mouth to the soft skin on the inside of her knee, causing her entire body to jolt.
“I–I’m sorry,” she apologizes. But I shush her.
“It’s just an involuntary response from your nervous system. Don’t be embarrassed.”
She nods quickly, her tits heaving with each breath.
I kiss higher, relishing the smooth warmth of her intimate skin. By the time I’ve reached my goal, she’s no longer jumping at the touch of my lips. But that’s about to change.
I inhale deeply, drenching my lungs with her feminine scent. My eyes close as I embed it into my memory. Christ, I could stay here forever—lap at her sweet hole until the universe comes to an end.
The first lick, however, is slow. Just getting her used to it.
She gasps as I part her smooth pussy lips with my tongue and drag it up from her soaked entrance to the bundle of nerves I just lectured her about. I’m so delicate when I reach it, but she still jerks so violently that the chair scoots back an inch.
I snatch her hips and pull her back against me.
“Now let me show you what all those nerve endings do.”
I eat her unclaimed pussy with a hunger I can no longer contain. I try to be gentle but fail miserably. Her taste is heaven. Like something I’ve been starving for without even realizing I was hungry. She’s sweet and juicy, but most of all, she’s mine.
As her arousal drips down my cheeks and chin, I close my lips around her clit and start sucking.
Her hips jolt off the chair like she’s been electrified.
“Oh my God, oh my God—”
“That’s your clitoris, Miss Monroe,” I whisper, keeping my mouth against the tender bundle. Yes, I’m going to narrate this to her. I may be a man wrapped up by a fevered desire, but I am still her professor. I’m still giving her a lesson. “There’s even more internally, known as the—”
“Professor—” she cries out, and I stop talking. I use my mouth for what it’s meant for.
She grabs my hair with both fists as she comes. Her thighs clamp down around my head, and a moan pours out of her lips that I feel all the way through me. The desperate, shocked sound of a woman who has just discovered a secret of life that no one bothered to tell her about.
Her whole-body quivers, and her heels dig into my back. She tugs on my hair hard enough to hurt, but I don’t care. In fact, I welcome it. It’s just a sign of how much she’s loving this.
Not to mention the pain is the only thing keeping me from exploding in my pants.
She starts to come down, but I don’t stop. She stops pulling my hair and tries to push me away. “W-wait—it’s too—too sensitive!”
“That’s called the refractory period,” I growl into her delicious cunt as she trembles. I’ll allow her ten seconds of mercy before I go back to teaching. “It’s shorter for women than for men. Sometimes, it’s nonexistent.”
I press two fingers against her entrance and slowly slide them inside. Christ, she’s tight.
Her head falls back, and her mouth opens in a silent scream. I watch as her eyes roll back and smile. She is soaked, dripping onto the leather of my office chair.
I’ll never wash it again.
“This is the anterior vaginal wall.” I curl my fingers up and apply pressure. Again, her mouth falls open. “This is sometimes referred to as the G-spot. It responds to pressure.”
I apply more force. Her body responds.
I curl up and in, using a rhythm that matches the increasing movement of her hips, adjusting to every tiny breath, every clench, every desperate gasp. I press my mouth to her clit again and work both spots simultaneously, and within seconds, she comes apart again.
This time, her entire body lifts off the chair. “Professor Holt!” Her voice is almost too loud. Thankfully the door to my office is thick, heavy wood, or someone outside might hear.
I hook my free arm around her hips and hold her tight against my mouth as she shakes through her orgasm, legs quaking, voice breaking out sounds that are almost words but not quite.
Finally, she slumps back, panting and ruined. Her eyes are glazed over, nearly crying as she gasps for breath. She looks down at me, kneeling between her legs, with a dumbfounded expression of wonder.