Page 77 of Mask and the Magnolia

I watch my father pull up his desk calendar, flipping through the next few months, all the while chatting away but I’ll be damned if I can hear him.

Not over the pounding of my pulse in my ears.

I try not to moan when I feel Isaak’s warm breath against my hip, or when he ghosts his lips down one thigh and back up the other. I have to bite my lip when I feel the first flick of his tongue against my clit, my pussy clenching immediately, begging him for more.

He gives it.

Isaak slides his hands under my ass and grips my cheeks before tugging me forward in the chair until I’m sitting right on the edge.

“Do you have a problem?”

I look into the camera and shake my head.

“Is there something wrong with your chair?”

“N-no,” I stutter as the omega between my legs flicks my clit again, applying a little more pressure when he does. “It’s… It’s fine.”

My father eyes me skeptically. “Then pay attention, Magnolia. Your future depends on it.”

I nod absently again, my hands flattening on the desk, my fingers curling against the wood as Isaak proceeds to devour me.

He buries his face in my pussy, his nose bumping my clit as his tongue dives inside. He hums as he pulls me closer, like he’s trying to smother himself in my core, like he wants to drown in my slick. Isaak tongue fucks me as his hands flatten over my public bone, spreading my lips before I feel his thumb press down on my clit.

My back arches slightly but I stop myself from making a scene, playing it off like I’m sore or something by rolling my shoulders when in reality my hips are trying like hell to buck against my omega’s face.

I keep nodding as Isaak licks my pussy from bottom to top, flattening his tongue before he sucks my clit between his lips. He repositions one of his hands, two of his fingers plunging inside, curling as they move in and out quickly.

He fucks me hard and fast with his fingers, adding a third while he sucks and flicks my clit, grazing that bundle of nerves with his teeth in a way that has me slamming my fist down on the desk.

“Magnolia,” my father scolds. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Why does he have to ask me something that requires an actual answer? If I open my mouth the only thing that’s going to come out is a bunch of incoherent shit followed by screaming Isaak’s name. And all of that will piss him off so I need to figure out how to handle this before he blows his top.

“I—“

“I’m getting another call,” the Dean says as he grabs his phone and swipes the screen. “We’ll pick this up later.” Then he cuts the FaceTime and I slam my laptop closed for good measure.

“Holy shit,” I moan as I roll the chair back until it hits the wall. “Oh mygod.”

I look down between my legs and bite my lip when I see Isaak staring up at me, his smile mostly hidden but I see it dancing in his eyes.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I watch him eat my pussy like it’s his favorite fucking meal.

Maybe he is a virgin but he’s going down on me like a seasoned pro. Like he’s done this a thousand times before. If he didn’t tell me himself, I’d have no idea this is a first for him.

It won’t be his last if I have anything to say about it. The way he feels, how it’s like Isaak already knows my body. How he’s looking up at me with those golden hazel eyes and grin like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

Not that it would take all of his degrees to figure it out.

I’m going to come, and it’s going to be life changing for both of us.

The sight of this man, this well respected scholar with more degrees than I could imagine getting, with an IQ that puts him leaps and bounces above everyone who works here. This fucking buttoned up, professional, rule following doctor kneeling between my legs while he finger fucks my core and sucks on my clit so hard he has me right on the verge of explosion. The sight is goddamn erotic.

So much so that I widen my legs even more then push the sole of my boots against the desk on either side of Isaak so he can go even deeper.

He does.

He goes deeper and harder, humming and moaning into my pussy, the wet sticky sounds of his mouth on me music to my ears.