“Look I don’t care, okay? I know we’re not- I mean, we never agreed what we were or what I even mean to you-”
I grab her by both arms and she’s gasping as I yank her tight against me. “You mean everything to me,” I say thickly, my eyes burning into hers. I say it loud, and forcefully, and she’s suddenly staring up at me with those big blue eyes.
“You mean everything to me,” I say, softer now.
She swallows thickly and bites her lip. “Well who the fuck was that girl?”
I grin. “Casey, my agent.” I raise a brow at her. “Gay, and married, by the way.”
Ellie’s face goes bright red, and she quickly brings a hand up to wipe the corner of her eye. “You’re lucky you’re so charming, you know,” she says, trying to hide the smile that starts to creep across her lips.
“Oh I’m lucky for a lot more than that,” I say, kissing her softly on the lips.
And there’s more I want to say, I just don’t know how; not yet at least. Because they’re things and words I never have said, and words I’ve avoided.
So how in the world is this girl - this totally off-limits girl who’s so wrong for me, and one in which I have no future with - making me want to?
Chapter 19
Ellie
I’m a dirty, dirty girl.
Well, no, not really. I mean I’ve slept with all of one man now in my entire life, but what I’m doing is dirty. It’s dirty and naughty, but I love being naughty for him.
And sitting half-naked on my
professor’s desk with my legs spread while he curls his tongue around my clit would probably be consider naughty.
Liam grunts as he hungrily licks and slurps at my soaking wet pussy, burying his tongue deep inside and making me whimper as I clutch his hair. His fingers stroke my thighs, brushing across my pussy lips and even teasing around the tight little ring of my asshole, making me squeal and moan as he eats me.
I gasp as his lips fasten around my clit, his tongue darting across it and making my whole body melt.
“Play with your nipples baby,” He growls, looking up to see my hands sliding absently over my lacy bra with my blouse unbuttoned.
I bite my lip and nod obediently, unhooking the front clasp of the bra and letting it drop before I run my hands over my full soft breast.
He growls as he reaches down and pulls his cock out, and I moan as I watch him start to stroke it in his fist while he pushed his tongue deep inside of me.
“Mmm…you like my little pussy, don’t you Professor?” I say in that voice I know drives him wild.
He looks up at me with a wicked grin. “Oh am I being obvious?”
I start to giggle, but his tongue on my clit suddenly as me gasping, tossing my hair back as my fingers pull and pinch at my nipples.
“Such a bad little girl, coming for her professor like this,” he growls, and I moan as I feel my body start to melt at his words. “Such a bad, dirty, naughty little girl,” He murmurs, his tongue sliding over my clit again and sending a shock through me.
“I’ve been bad!” I gasp out, rolling my hips against his mouth. “I should probably be punished.”
I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, but then, I can hardly believe anything about what’s been going on the last month or so with him. All of this is so surreal, and wonderful, and perfect, so I’ve stopped trying to believe it and just let it all happen.
“Punished, hmm?” I squeal suddenly as he yanks me up and spins me sound. Before I know it, he’s got me bend over across his desk, my breath catching in my throat as I suck my lip between my teeth and feel his breath hot against my thigh.
“Bad girls need to get punished, Ms. Thompson,” he husks into my skin, and I shiver. The moan falls from my lips as I feel his hands pull me wide as he buries his tongue in my pussy from behind like that.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp crack, and I gasp at the bloom of heat spreading across my ass.
Oh my God, he’s spanking me!