Page 44 of Almost Ravaged (Men of Evercrisp Orchard #1)

“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 like them?”

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

Smile widening, she slips one strap over a shoulder, then the other, and rolls the tank top and bra down her body.

Precum leaks out of me like a faucet.

“What about these, Professor?” Her fingers delicately caress the swells of her enormous breasts before stopping to rest on her nipples.

Jesus H.

She’s pierced.

Each peak is adorned with a gold barbell with emeralds on the ends.

“Do you like these as well?” She pinches the dark pink flesh there before tugging on the piercings themselves.

“You’re just full of surprises, Ms. Davvies.” Licking my lips, I lean forward and take one of her breasts in my mouth.

“Wait.”

Immediately, I pull back, hands held up.

She blows out a shaky breath and searches my face. Then, with a sheepish smile, she says, “My safe word is harmonica. And I use banjo to slow down.”

I sit back as the information registers.

“You have a safe word?”

She really is full of surprises.

With a knowing smile, she tugs on her piercings.

“Safe, sane, and consensual, Professor Eden.” She whimpers, still working herself up. “I like it rough, but just in case we need to pump the brakes—”

I hold up my hand. “Understood. In fact, I have a healthy respect for the bluegrass theme,” I quip. Then, more seriously, I tell her, “My safe word is avocado, which I happen to be allergic to. No hard limits.”

“I have a few. No permanent alterations or damage to my body or mind, and no pet play,” she states. “Oh. And no anal without lube.”

I scoff. “I would never .”

Fuck. We’re really doing this.

Correction: we’ve been doing it. But now that my graduate assistant is topless before me and has disclosed her safe words and hard limits, the reality is suddenly, starkly real.

I don’t give myself time to overthink. We’re consenting adults, and I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted someone more than I want this woman right now .

“Push those perfect tits together for me, Ms. Davvies.”

She obeys, lifting her chest and holding her breasts together.

I cup her with both hands and tease her piercings back and forth to gauge her sensitivity.

When I tug, she gasps. Her eyes fly open, hazy and zealous.

“Do you like it that rough, Ms. Davvies?”

“Yes, Professor. Just like that,” she pants.

Though I’m reluctant to stop toying with her piercings, I let them go so I can grip myself and align my length with the tight channel she’s creating between her tits.

“Spit on it,” I grunt.

She does, like such a good girl, her saliva hitting the tip, a string of it still clinging to her lips. “Perfect. Now ease up, Ms. Davvies. Let me in.”

With an exhale, she relaxes, giving me better access.

I work a few inches of my cock between her breasts but quickly realize I need more fluid for what I have in mind.

“Spit again,” I demand, rubbing the first wad all over my shaft.

As the second hit lands, she whimpers.

Yeah, Little Nuisance. I’m right there with you.

I bury myself between her tits, then pull back and use the head of my cock to paint a trail between her breasts.

She spits again, this time without being told. Then again.

I roll my hips up, letting all that slickness guide me through the tight channel, while I tweak her piercings again and pull on them to create more resistance. Before long, I find a rhythm, thrusting and tugging simultaneously.

Each pull elicits a whimper from her that causes the pressure in my groin to grow. “Do you like watching your cock disappear between my tits, Professor?” she asks, feigning innocence.

Do I like it?

It’s the hottest fucking sight I’ve ever witnessed.

This woman knows what she’s doing. Her confidence and obvious experience unlock the primal side of my urges that I rarely let out to play.

She knows what kind of power she holds in this moment.

She’s a dirty girl, this one. I can’t wait to push and explore and dance around all the kinky edges of her desire.

“You’re doing such a good job, holding your tits nice and tight for me. I’m going to come all over them, and then, I promise, I’ll take care of you.”