Page 82 of Academically Yours

“How do you want me?” She looked up at me through her eyelashes, her lips still shiny from saliva.

“I wanna eat your pretty pussy, baby. So get up on my desk and spread your legs for me, Noelle.” She obeyed, climbing onto the wood, and spreading her legs for me. I didn’t even bother taking her panties off, just pushed them aside, my fingers brushing over her entrance.

“You want this?” Noelle nodded, and I lowered myself onto the floor in front of her, licking up her entrance before I pushed my tongue inside of her, tasting my girl’s cunt. I couldn’t believe how much I loved doing this to Noelle—and only Noelle.

After eating my fill of her, I switched my attention to her clit, red and swollen, and worshipped it with my tongue.

She whined, wiggling underneath my mouth as I continued my relentless pursuit of her clit. I looked up as she let out another breathless little moan. “Do you need me to make you come, baby?”

I would do whatever she wanted, because fuck, I would do anything for this woman.

“Please,” she begged, and I went back to worship her pussy, sucking her clit as I slipped a finger inside of her wet folds, and then another. When she started clenching around me and I could feel her come on my fingers, I pulled my mouth off of her to kiss her deeply.

“I want you,” she pleaded, hand reaching for my cock, but I stopped her.

“Not here,” I said, shaking my head as I caressed her hair. “The next time I fuck you… I want you in my bed, Noelle, sweetheart.” She gave a little whine, and I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I want to fuck you so hard that you scream, and I can’t do that in my office here, now can I?”

She got down off my desk on wobbly legs. I knew that she wanted more, I could tell that she was still pulsing and aching for me, and I hated that I couldn’t take her on my desk again. That I couldn’t get her off one more time. She was wet, panties soaked through, absolutely dripping with want—but I couldn’t take her here—even though I so desperately wanted to bend her over the desk and ram into her from behind. No. We couldn’t do that again.

Once had to be enough for both of us for the night. So, I only sat on my chair and watched as she re-adjusted her clothes before turning back to look at me. “Matthew, I…” But she just shook her head, taking a step towards the door.

“See you tomorrow night?”

“I’ll be there.” She smiled. “With bells on.”

“I’d prefer no underwear on,” I said, pulling her back in closer to me. “But I’ll take what I can get.”

She smirked. “You will.”

“Brat.” I flicked her nose.

“Yeah, but that’s why you like me.” Noelle grinned. “And I expect you to make good on that bed promise,” she said, before pacing out the door and closing it behind her.

“I will!” I called after her.

I sighed, then ran my hand though my hair and rested back, staring at the ceiling.

God, she was going to absolutely ruin me.

No, I was fairly sure I was already completely ruined.

I told her I wanted her in my bed—and I meant it. I wanted her in my house, wanted her in every aspect of my life, always, because she was mine. Because this possessiveness I felt for her wasn’t going away.

I just needed her to realize everything I could give her first.