Page 97 of A Knight’s Revenge: The Complete Series

CHAPTER ELEVEN

NOAH

“ T hanks, Silver. Just keep an eye on him, and I’ll let you know if we decide to make any additional moves.”

“On it. Stay safe, sir.” She signed off, and I locked the screen of my phone before tossing it onto the surface of my desk.

I removed my glasses to pinch my brow like that would stave off the oncoming headache that was dealing with my father.

He’d done exactly what I’d known he would the second he realized I’d truly taken everything from him: he cashed out his personal accounts and anything he could still get his hands on at what was left of Hargraves, and he disappeared.

And now I had to decide if that was enough.

But it wasn’t really up to me.

“Knock, knock.”

Normally, a student arriving in the final thirty minutes of my Friday afternoon office hours would be mildly annoying, but I knew that voice and welcomed the interruption.

Jojo stepped into my office, locking the door behind her. When I glanced her way, I froze for several long seconds as every blood cell in my body rushed straight to my dick.

“Professor Hargraves?” she said, biting her lush lower lip and giving me a wide-eyed, innocent stare. “I was hoping we could chat for a minute. It’s about my… grades.”

She slinked forward, and I ran my greedy gaze over her silky white blouse, the black bra I could see through its sheer material, her tiny little navy skirt, her thigh-high white stockings, and her shiny black high heels that I knew had to have been borrowed from Mari.

She’d braided her white-blonde hair into two pigtails and painted her lips a glossy pink, which matched the adorable flush in her freckled cheeks.

I needed to pull myself together—because if this was going where I prayed to every version of God ever worshiped by humans it was, all of my fantasies were about to come true.

I schooled my features into something more serious, motioning to the chair in front of my desk. “Have a seat, Miss Knight.”

She sat primly, crossing her miles-long legs so that her skirt rode up to the very tops of her silky, toned thighs.

She worried at the hem of her skirt, affecting a nervous look, before she said, “I’m just concerned about my grade in Advanced Computer Science, Professor.

We’re already so far into the semester, and I’m struggling so much.

It’s not that you aren’t an amazing teacher, but I am really in need of some…

” She bit her lip again, giving me a coy glance from under her long lashes. “… extra credit .”

I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers under my chin as I gave her a scrutinizing stare, all the while trying desperately to ignore the raging hard-on I was sporting under my desk. “And what do you propose to do to earn this extra credit, Miss Knight?”

She hummed, now twirling one of her braids around a finger. “Well, I may not be very good with computers”—a ridiculous lie, reminding me I was still sore about her deliberately flopping in my class last semester—“but I do have… other skills. Ones I’m trying very hard to improve upon.”

At her hopeful, doe-eyed look, I adjusted myself in my slacks before I stood from my chair, then I stalked slowly around to the front of my desk. I crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned back against the desktop, studying her intently.

She blushed, casting her gaze to the floor like she was nervous.

I knew she was acting—my girl didn’t avert her eyes for anyone —but that telltale flush that graced her cheeks was genuine.

I realized she might actually be a little nervous to play this part for me, especially for the very first time .

The thought made me even harder.

I leaned forward, grasping her chin between my thumb and forefinger as I forced her eyes back to mine. “Are you going to do whatever I ask you to do here in this office, sweet girl?”

Her pupils dilated, and she nodded slowly.

“Good girl,” I rumbled, and I swore her thighs clenched, shooting dopamine straight through my entire body. “As long as you follow my instructions and try very hard—if you give it your very best effort—you’ll be able to earn your extra credit.”

She nodded again, this time eagerly. “Yes, Professor.”

I stroked a gentle hand over her cheek, then I said, “On your knees, please, sweetheart.”

She lowered gingerly to the ground, her icy blue eyes never leaving mine, before asking in a breathy voice, “What would you like me to do for you, Professor?”

Fuck me, this was heaven. My beautiful, powerful girl on her knees for me, looking so desperate—so hungry —to please me.

Keep it together, Hargraves .

“Unzip my pants,” I commanded, keeping my tone gentle but authoritative.

She did as I asked, first unbuckling my belt with her nimble fingers before getting my slacks unbuttoned with the singular focus of a woman on a mission.

She ran a hand over the bulge in my boxers, and I grabbed her wrist, stilling her. “Do you want my cock, sweet girl?”

She peered up at me, the corner of her lips threatening to tip up into a smirk before she wiped it away, replacing it with a supplicating look. “Yes, please, Professor. I want your cock very much.”

“And where do you want it?”

She licked her lips, and I bit back a groan. “In my mouth.”

I beamed my biggest smile down at her so she’d know how perfect she was, then I pulled my straining dick from my boxers, giving it a few light pumps for her. “Okay, sweetheart. How much do you want that extra credit? Show me how hard you’re willing to work to succeed in my class.”

She wrapped her hand around my dick, stroking it lovingly before she licked me from balls to tip like I was an ice cream cone. “Your dick is gorgeous, Professor.”

“Then show me how much you want it,” I demanded .

And she did. The first time she’d gone down on me when I’d shared her with Zach had been fantastic, but this was transcendent.

I had all her focus, as she had mine, and I watched in awe as she swallowed me down.

I’d never beheld a more beautiful sight than those wide aquamarine eyes on mine and those pink lips wrapped around my cock as she sucked and bobbed with an easy finesse.

“You’re doing so, so good, sweet girl,” I rasped, my voice cracking under the strain of holding myself back.

She released me with a low, pleased hum, giving me a few more licks while she stroked me. “Am I? I’m trying so hard for you, Professor.”

Damn it. I pulled my dick from her grasp before I yanked her to her feet.

“Noah!” she squealed in surprise as I lifted her into the air, cradling her ass in my hands as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her around to the back of my desk, shoving my laptop off to the side before I laid her gently down on the surface.

I stood between her legs where they hung off the desk, her ass right at the edge where I wanted it.

I flipped her skirt up, exposing her glistening pussy, then I slapped my palm against her firm ass, the crack of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the walls of my quiet office. “No panties, Miss Knight? That’s very naughty.”

Her breathing became labored as I began to unbutton her blouse. “I was really hoping to get an A, sir.”

I chuckled. “Were you hoping I’d fuck this hungry little pussy too?”

She squeezed her eyes closed and moaned. “Yes, Professor.”

I managed to get her blouse open, exposing her perfect tits encased in black lace.

I ripped the cups down and wrapped my lips around her beaded nipple, giving it a quick suck and a nibble before I switched breasts.

She ran her fingers through my hair, humming appreciatively as I worked, and I loved the feeling so much that I decided not to demand that she keep her hands on the desk—yet.

I ran two fingers through her folds to find her soaking, and I groaned before I released her nipple and began my journey south. “You know, I think I will fuck this perfect pussy, sweetheart,” I said, kissing down the taut hollow of her belly. “But I can’t resist a taste first. Would you like that?”

“Fuck yes,” she replied, her words breathy and eager .

I pulled up my chair and got comfortable, giving her another firm swat on the side of her ass. “Language, Miss Knight.”

She snorted, and I suppressed my own laugh. My sweet Jojo now cussed like a sailor—just another way she fit so perfectly with Bennett, Zach, and me.

“I’m sorry, Professor. I’m just so… excited to feel your tongue in my pussy. Sir.”

I groaned, issuing one more quick slap to her ass as I muttered, “Playing dirty, I see.”

Then I tossed her legs over my shoulders and dove in. I’d watched both Zach and Bennett go down on her in the weeks since that first time she and I had finally made love, and while it had been pretty damn satisfying for me, it was nothing compared to the real thing.

I ran my tongue through her center with some long, slow licks, and she squirmed on my face. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, locking her in place, then I gorged on her like a man possessed, reveling in her sweet taste and even sweeter moans.

“ Noah ,” she gasped as I worked her clit the way all three of us knew she loved.

I turned my head to sink my teeth into her inner thigh, and she hissed. “Is that what you call me, sweetheart?”

“No, Professor,” she whimpered.

“That’s better. I want you to come for me now, sweet girl. Give me one gorgeous orgasm, and then I’ll fuck you just like you want me to.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted in a strained whisper. “Please.”

I sucked her clit back into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue while driving two fingers into her with hard, firm strokes until she contracted around me and screamed.

“Noah!” she cried, and I wasn’t going to stop even for a second to admonish her for using my name because my girl screaming it while she came was the greatest sound in the entire world.