Page 66 of Tempt Me

Then why do I feel like I’m on fire?

What the fuck was I doing? I was kissing my student and holy fuck…her kiss burned me with the forbidden touch.

“Mmm…” She moaned softly, driving me even more wild.

I was holding onto her dress, her straps looping around my fist like I was anchoring her…or myself.

This was dangerous in more fucking ways than one.

“Fallon,” I said, my voice sounding hoarse, strained like my fucking dick in my pants.

“We—” She started to speak, but her mouth was back on mine, her tongue dueling for dominance.

The feeling of my little pipsqueak trying to take control made me chuckle. I gripped her dress straps harder, the fabric snapping in places and making her gasp.

“Oh, Little Voyeur.” I pulled her onto my lap. Her body was so close to mine that her neck kinked from the angle of the coffin’s position.

“Yes, Professor Masters?”

Her words were innocent, but her body was something else. Her natural curves hugged me in ways that felt right. She reached up and held my face in her hands, her eyes drifting down my face like she was trying to memorize the details.

I smirked at her awkwardly sitting on my lap, my cocky attitude swelling with my dick on her luscious thick ass. She didn’t smile back at me. Instead, she kept looking at me, her thumb slightly running back and forth over my cheek.

I could fuck a girl without feeling this weird sensation crawling up my skin, but this sweet woman holding my face like this made me feel…strange but not unpleasant.

What was this feeling?

“What are you doing?” I asked. My voice was husky, but that tinge of fear was audible.

She seemed to snap out of her haze, her hands falling, and she became nervous.

“I don’t know. Sorry,” she mumbled, pulling away slightly.

I chuckled, keeping her sitting on my lap. I picked her hand up again, dragging it over my lips and down my chest. Her breath hitched, and I enjoyed the way her cheeks flushed from the soft light shining through the cracks in the wood, the color spreading to her neck and shoulders.

“I am going to kiss you again, Little Voyeur,” I warned.

I never gave any warning about my actions. I never gave a shit if she wanted me to kiss her or not.

Right now, though…I wanted her to want it, too.

I felt vulnerable, I realized.

The feeling was weird. I felt like a weight was pushing on my chest, and it was swallowing me into a black hole.

The coffin around us was beginning to feel smothering. My heart rate was picking up, and I felt disoriented. Starved for oxygen, I adjusted Fallon on my lap and leaned into her neck. She smelled so fucking good, a mix of lemony citrus scents. I pulled the mask back over my face, not wanting her to see me hyperventilating like a goddamn moron.

“Pharaoh? Why are you hiding from me?” she said.

I couldn’t answer her. Instead, I flipped her around to face away from me, angling her back against my chest with the force I put on her neck.

She moaned and arched like a good girl.

“Mmm. Professor?”

Her concern was there, but it was hidden, even more so when I started working her little pussy by reaching my hand over her legs and opening her wide for me.

“Shhhh…” I said by her ear, sliding my fingers over her wet slit again and again. The sounds of how wet she was echoed in the wooden coffin. She bit her lip, trying to squirm away from me.