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It’s too long before his hot tongue sinks between my folds in an invasive lick. Not nearly invasive enough, but he plants a sucking kiss over my clit. It wrenches a soft cry from me, popping my head up to watch Cedric smother my core with his mouth.

My thesis advisor is eating out my pussy. Those tanned hands of his are dark against my pale skin.

His Mediterranean eyes flash up to meet my gaze, and he looks like a damn predator.

God, and he eats me so slowly, staring into me like he knows he’s going to push me off the edge of the world.

But he doesn’t.

Cedric builds and builds and builds me up, and I’m aching when he pulls away and blows a soft, cold stream of air over my slick folds. It stalls me, and I huff a breath, dropping my head back to his mattress.

After half a minute, he lowers his mouth back over me. The climb takes half the time, but he pauses again, massaging the insides of my thighs and just looking at my pussy.

And again I’m close when he stops.

Now, I’m not afraid to whimper, to beg without saying the words, lifting myself toward him as he retreats. I’m a shaking mess, quivering with need. From being denied.

The fourth time, I break down. “Please, Cedric. Please.”

He murmurs against my hip. “Please what?”

Exasperated, I let out a soft cry. “Please let me come.”

“I’m not stopping you, Sofia.”

I scoff and wriggle. Relief can’t be found this way. “Please make me come, Cedric.”

“Ah. That would be more apt. Don’t worry, Sofia, I do plan to make you come. Harder than you ever imagined you could.” But he lingers for another handful of seconds before his mouth finds that slide and rhythm that have me soaring so quickly.

I’m teetering, on the edge, and I pray he won’t pull back this time.

Blissfully, he doesn’t, and my orgasm is powerful, tearing through me and wrenching my muscles as I twist under him.

Yet, his mouth is stuck to my core, sucking my clit as his fingers sink into me. God, the pleasure is almost painful, but it builds again, so, so quickly, and my eyes pop open in disbelief as I come again.

The wailing moan escaping me sounds like that of a wounded animal.

Cedric persists, hands gripping me tightly as I sob.

“I can’t. I can’t.”

“You can.” He’s so damn determined.

Everything’s too much. My hands squeeze into fists, bracing me against the binds around my hands, pulling me taut under the pressure of his restraints, and I’m on the brink of falling completely apart when he rips his mouth from me.

I watch blearily as he unleashes his hard cock again, hand under one knee to keep me spread as he rubs himself over my swollen sex.

“I can give you another with my mouth and fingers, or I can fuck you. Tell me which you’d prefer. Now. Before the decision is made for you.”

Like that’s even a question. “Fuck me.”

The tap, tap, tap of his cock against my clit makes me whine.

Then, fuck, his cock is pushing into me, and as wet and warmed up as I am, the burning pressure of him stretching me open has my head flying up to watch. I can just make out the sight of him disappearing inside me.

This is the most erotic experience of my life, both of us still mostly clothed as he pumps himself in demanding thrusts.

I clamp down around him, breathless as I’m shuttled back into pleasure overload. I’m coming. Hard. It’s too much.