Page 112 of Almost Ravaged

The touch is comforting, though it quickly reignites the fire low in my belly. A shudder rips through me before I can tamp it down.

Mercer hums against my ear. “Baby, what do you need?”

I need to be filled. I need to be fucked. I need to sob and be held. But I refuse to say any of that. I refuse to let him think I’m vulnerable.

So, pasting on a smirk, I pull back.

“I need you to make good on your promise, Professor.”

Pushing off him, I lie back, bracing myself on my elbows, and spread my legs wide.

He scans my body, the concern rolling off him transforming to hunger as he zeroes in on my lower half, pushes up my skirt, rips off my panties, and stares directly at my cunt.

I can only imagine how pink and wet I look right now. I’ve never felt this needy in my life.

While he takes his time adjusting himself, then zipping up and buttoning his trousers, I claw at the desk beneath me, resisting the urge to clamp my thighs together in search of friction.

When he positions himself between my legs, relief rushes over me. It’s replaced by another wave of heat when he angles over me and presses his lips to mine.

When he pulls back, he asks, “Are you on birth control?”

My heart lurches. I have an IUD and I get tested regularly, but I’m currently hovering close to subspace, and I don’t feel capable of thinking through the implications of letting my professor fuck me bare on his desk before class.

“Get out of that brilliant head of yours, Ms. Davvies, and answer my question. Are you on birth control?”

I nod slowly, trepidation coursing through me. “Yes, but—”

“But nothing,” he grits out. “I’m not planning to fuck you right now. I just want to know if I can lick up a mouthful of cum off your chest and shove it into your cunt with my tongue.”

Liquid heat floods my core.

Oh.

Fuck.

“I have an IUD,” I breathe. “And I was tested last month. I’m clear.”

“My last test was all good, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“By all means, then.” I wave a hand, still balanced on my elbows. “Shove your cum inside me.”

With a smirk, he dives in. He licks up my chest, and once he’s collected a mouthful of his own release, he sticks out his tongue to show me.

My cunt spasms at the sight.

Kinky bastard.

He rubs his face down my stomach and along my thighs, his stubble tickling and sparking fresh desire.

Then he drops to his knees for me, spreads me open with his thumbs, and makes good on his promise by feeding his tongue into my pussy over and over again.

He prods me in a slow, sensual rhythm. He reaches deeper than I expect, taking his time to tongue-fuck me from multiple angles. When he eventually pulls away, he peers up. “Such a perfect little hole.”

I clamp my thighs around his head.

With a tsk, he pries them open and gets back to work. Once I’m filled up, he works his way up to my clit, lapping and sucking and nipping, attacking my sensitive nub.

Tide pools of pleasure collect in my core again, my pussy fluttering in anticipation with every sweep of his tongue.