Page 108 of Almost Ravaged

“Show me,” I demand, slapping her cheek lightly. “Put your hand between your legs and prove you don’t want this to fucking stop.”

With a coy smile, she slips her hand beneath her skirt. When she removes it, she presents two fingers glistening with arousal.

“Taste it,” I rasp. If she holds those cum-soaked fingers in my face for another second, I’m liable to clean them off myself.

Focus fixed on me, she takes her time, licking each finger. Then she opens wide, sticks out her tongue, and shoves her hand into her mouth, making herself gag.

“Fuck me.” I close my eyes and drop my head back, groaning.

A hand cups my length, startling me. When I straighten, I find hooded, wanton eyes searching my face.

“What if I suck you instead?”

My brain short-circuits, my pelvis tilting toward her of its own volition.

“Can I take it out?” she whispers, stroking me through my pants. Her gaze flits from my face to my cock and back, her tongue darting out and dragging along her lips as she waits for my response. “Please?” She brushes her cheek along the zipper and rests her head in my lap.

“Is that really what you want?” I rasp. “You want to crouch under this desk and suck a load out of my cock?”

“Yes,” she begs. “I want to taste you. Please let me suck on your big, fat cock, Professor.”

I nearly lose control right then and there.

Who is this dirty-mouthed, brilliantly minded woman? On her knees. In my lap. Submissive and pliable. Begging for my cock.

I pluck her bottom lip from between her teeth and adjust my chair so it sits lower, giving her a better angle. “Do you know what to do with it, Ms. Davvies?” I ask coolly.

She smirks and sits up, already working my belt off. “I guess we’re going to find out, Professor Eden. Thankfully, you know I’m a quick study.”

With ease, she frees me from my pants, and when she wraps her delicate hand around my length, the heat of her palm and the softness of her skin pull a grunt from me.

She dives in without preamble, sheathing several inches of my aching length with her lush mouth. Hollowing her cheeks, she pulls back. Then she dives in for more, spiraling her tongue around the crown and suckling before taking me so deeply she gags.

Does she know what to do with it?

Jesus H. She could write a dissertation.

Every lick. Every suck. Every stroke punctuated by a suckle to the tip. It’s practiced and provocative and perfect. She makes a fucking meal of me, mixing long, languid pulls with quick tugs, and too soon, I have to grit my teeth to stave off the tingling at the base of my spine.

“Baby, please.” I grasp a handful of coppery strands and gently tug her off. “You’re too good. If you keep it up, I’ll come far too quickly.”

She licks her lips, her expression full of mischief. “I warned you, Professor.” She sticks out her tongue and runs it along my length, from root to tip. “I’m a quick study.”

Quick study, my ass. She knows how good she is and what effect she has on me. But I’m determined to make this last.

“Get up here.” I slide my hands beneath her arms and haul her up until she’s risen on her knees.

I fist my length, then dip one finger into her exposed cleavage.

“Can I fuck your tits?”

In answer, she undoes a button, then another, until her sweater slips off her shoulders and falls to the floor. Without breaking eye contact, she unclasps her bra and shakes out her hair.

The way she moves, the confidence she exudes, only causes my cock to strain more painfully.

She makes a show of pressing her breasts together beneath her thin white camisole, then bats her lashes. “Do you likethem?”

“Very much so.” I swallow thickly. “I can’t wait for you to hold them together for me, just like that.”