He pretends like he’s thinking, but I can tell from the gleam in his eyes that he already knows what he wants. “Open wide and let me cum down your throat.”
Holy fucking hell. Yes. His words make my pussy even wetter than it already is as I look up at him, hastily freeing his straining cock from the confines of his pants.
This is insane. Totally crazy. All kinds of wrong. And I can’t get enough. I have to admit I didn’t expect him to be so willing to get dirty with me. Or so commanding. There is definitely a dirty side to this man, even more than I suspected. I want to dig in and discover all of it.
So I do. First, I lick up the underside of his shaft from base to tip, slowly, teasingly, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. Then I take him in my mouth, going down on him as far as I can and making up the difference by wrapping my fingers around the base.
I begin to work my head up and down, hollowing out my cheeks and making my mouth as wet and tight as possible. I feel a thrill go through me as I continue to suck him off.
“Fuck, Ava. You feel so good,” he grinds out, plunging his fingers into my hair as he fucks my face. “Such a bad girl. I’m going to cum in that naughty mouth and make you swallow every last drop of my cum.”
I moan, wanting that too. His dirty words turn me on so much that I have to touch myself, the throbbing in my clit unbearable. I reach down and unbutton my shorts.
“So, so good,” he growls again, pulling my hair just how I like it, knowing somehow that it turns me on even more. He keeps right on thrusting into my mouth, hard and fast.
I groan around his cock, and he shudders slightly before looking down at me. “Are you touching yourself right now? Because you better be fucking touching yourself when I cum down your throat.”
I moan again and immediately shove my hand inside my shorts so he can watch as I play with my clit. It doesn’t take either of us long before we’re on the verge.
But want more. I need more. I need his cock.
I finger fuck myself furiously, giving him the same treatment with my mouth. I can’t decide what I want more, him to spin me around, bend me over his desk, and fuck me from behind until I cum, or for him to release himself in my mouth.
Turns out, I don’t have to decide, because the next thing I know, he’s gripping my head, his cock throbbing in my mouth as jet after hot, salty jet hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he groans, not quiet in the least, and I send up a silent prayer to the sex gods that no one is anywhere near his office at the moment. Even though the risk of it makes me teeter on the brink of my own orgasm.
“Holy hell, Ana. That was… Just. Fuck.”
I release his cock with a pop and smile up at him as I wipe my mouth. He hauls me up and smashes his mouth to mine, taking me by surprise since I just
swallowed a mouthful of his cum.
“Your turn,” he growls, shoving my shorts down, throwing them aside and grabbing my hips to put me back on his desk.
Oliver drops to his knees, his face right there in front of my pussy as he spreads my legs wide. He licks a hot, wet trail up my inner thigh, then his mouth is on me.
I cry out at the intrusion of his tongue plunging into my wet folds. “Oh god. Yes.”
My head drops back as I give in to the sensations rocketing through my body. Oliver licks me all over, then focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, scraping it lightly with his teeth.
Light flickers behind my eyes as the intense waves of pleasure build and build and build until I’m ready to explode.
When he slides his fingers into my slit, crooking his finger and hitting just the right spot, that does it. Instantly.
I grip his head, pushing him harder against my pussy as I pulse and throb and clench around his fingers, feeling like I’m hurtling through space at warp speed.
What the hell was that? I don’t know if I’ve ever cum like that. Like, ever.
When he licks me one last time, sending another round of shudders through my body, he stands, looking me in the eye and lifting a corner of his mouth in a cocky smirk.
“Think we can continue working on this project? We work well enough together for you?”
Uh, yeah.
I grin. “I think we’ll do just fine.”
I get dressed again and grab my phone, texting my friend Tatum to see if she wants to get dinner later. I know exactly what I’m doing tonight. Spilling all the deets about my naughty professor.