His eyes go straight to my pussy, and he walks up to me then pushes two fingers straight inside me.
“We’ll be spending the rest of the lesson like this, Miss St. Claire,” he informs me and starts pumping his fingers in and out of my passage. I gasp, drawing in a sharp breath. His fingers inside me feel so good. His fingers moving in a slow, steady pump feel unreal. “Now tell me, what are you doing for your thesis?”
I can’t talk. I try against the constriction in my lungs as my breath hitches. He pumps faster, finger fucking me, and a sexy smile fills his face.
I hold on to his shoulders and open my mouth to talk, but the words don’t come.
“Too much, baby?” he asks, leaning close to my ear.
I nod, and he goes back to the slower pumps.
“Come on, this is as slow as I’m going to go. Talk to me.”
“The regulations for … um … ahh.. investments,” I stutter, and he resumes the faster pumps. My pussy spasms and my walls tighten around his finger.
“Perfect. What’s your title?”
“I don’t know… that… part… yet. I was…” I stop talking, and he stops pumping his fingers, allowing me the chance to talk. We both stare at each other and start laughing.
“James… you are so bad.”
“You just noticed that?” he challenges, and I smile. I can’t believe I’m naked on his desk with his fingers inside my pussy. It’s like some kind of fantasy spilled over into reality. “You look so fucking beautiful when I pleasure you. I couldn’t resist. Finish telling me about your idea, baby.”
“I wanted to do something along the lines of the need for tighter controls and regulations around investments.”
“Great, we have a plan. On to the rest of the lesson,” he says with a raw smile laced with sin and starts pumping harder again. Wetness gathers in my pussy, filling up the tension of arousal coming from deep inside my core. “My perfect little student. You’re so wet for me and ready for me to fuck you. Don’t worry, I promise you a good fuck that will bridge the gap until I next see you. You’re going to need the practice for what I have in store later.”
His dirty words arouse me further. “What are we doing later?”
“Something wild and wicked.”
Jesus… what is this man going to do to me?
“Wild and wicked?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll break you in gently.”
It’s evident he doesn’t need me to talk anymore because of how hard he’s pumping.
He bends down and starts sucking my breasts, alternating from one to the other in a hungry suckle that leaves me breathless. I moan and arch my back, pushing my breasts into his mouth, my body demanding he take more of me. He does. He gives me exactly what I need, and more, and more.
I was trying to keep my moans under control, but I can’t. There’s no way. My last attempt is to cover my mouth, and that seems to work somewhat to muffle the sounds.
When he finishes his assault on my breasts, he takes his fingers out of my pussy and crouches down so he can nuzzle his face in between my thighs.
He presses his tongue straight inside my pussy and starts licking over my clit, swirling around the walls of my passage.
I bite down hard on my back teeth, holding in my cries so I can hold on to his shoulders.
It feels so damn good, though leaning forwards to hold him is only resisting the flow of pleasure. So, I arch backwards, pressing my hands down hard on either side of me on the desk. This feels better. The pleasure courses through me like a hurricane. Hot with burning rage, it rushes through my body, igniting everything inside my soul, pushing me over the edge, and I come. I come on his face with his tongue in my pussy, his lips pulling on my clit.
He pauses the wildness to drink it all up.
A sinful smile fills his face when he stands, and my gaze drops to the bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.
I want to taste him too. I like giving him the same pleasure he gives me. I noticed that he always likes me asking for his cock.
I slide off the desk before he can reach for me again, a new bravado surging through me. I can’t allow him to have all the fun. I’m completely naked, whereas he’s still fully clothed.