Page 39 of Stalk Me

When I finally pull away, the hunger in his eyes almost makes me shiver.

"Miss Queen…"

"Do we have a deal, Professor?"

His grip on me tightens, just for a moment. "God help me, yes."

"Don't worry." I move off him and lean against the desk once more. "By the time I'm done, no one will blame you."

Aware of him watching me with a mixture of lust and trepidation, I unbutton my shirt, letting it fall open to reveal the barely-there bralette beneath. My skin tingles with anticipation, responding to the shift of power. This is what I do—seduce people, tempt them, use them. No one can resist me. Not even him.

I let him drink in the sight for a long, tortuous moment before pressing my lips to his. He kisses me back, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. I nip at his lower lip, swallowing his gasp of surprise and encouraging him to devour me. Every one of his touches burns, a brand against the vulnerable flesh of my soul. A reminder of who I am and what I can do to men. For one brief moment, the darkness that's constantly roiling in my head fades away.

"Please," he murmurs against my mouth, his body trembling with need. "I want?—"

"Shhh." I cover his mouth with my hand, stifling his request. He tenses, but doesn't stop me. I lift off his lap, pulling him up with me, then drop gracefully to my knees between his spread legs.

"Let me give you a head start." I smile sweetly as I release his cock from his pants. "Don't finish too soon, though. I have a bonus round for you afterward."

He watches me as I take him into my mouth. I can tell that his resistance is crumbling by the desperate way his fingers weave into my hair. The bitter flavor of his leaking precum explodes on my tongue. I struggle not to gag when he nudges the back of my throat. I slowly work his cock, using all of my tricks to make him feel as good as possible. I could finish him with my hands in a matter of seconds, but I wouldn't have enough material to get a constant stream of favors I might need from him.

I back off a bit so that I can take a full breath. Teasing him further, I flick my tongue across the tip and enjoy the effect it has on him. A groan rumbles through him. For a long moment, I wonder if he might finish before we really started.

Just in case, I stop with my mouth over him and meet his gaze. That moment never came, as he continues staring at me.

I open my throat, slowly pushing his thick shaft down. His tip rubs the back of my throat, eliciting a delicious rush of anticipation. This is my favorite part of my performance.

Before I can think about what will happen next, I force myself to breathe. The stuttering motions cause me to lose my concentration and my face reddens. I close my eyes, tilt my head, and his manhood thrusts deeper, nearly touching my tonsils.

He grasps my face, holding it steady and guiding me. My lips clasp around the base of his shaft, and I nuzzle against the soft skin of his torso. My nostrils flare in concentration and satisfaction as the scent of his arousal stokes the fire inside me.

Without warning, he pulls my face back, withdrawing his cock from my throat. I almost whimper, afraid that he's going to finish without me getting to impress him again. But then I notice that the tempo of his heart has quickened. The pulse in the side of his neck has become frantic.

His brows dip in an intense expression, and I realize that he must be controlling himself. So considerate. He doesn't want to come too soon. Time to go to the second part of this encounter.

I climb on his desk and spread my legs, pushing my panties to the side so my pussy glistens in the sunlight streaming through the open windows. He lets out an aroused breath, and I smile.

"Put it in, Professor," I say playfully.

If there's any remaining doubt in him as to whether or not I want this, he ignores it. He pushes me back onto the desk as he climbs on top. A moment later, his cock is pressing into me. A soft groan escapes his lips.

That's when the game starts. First, I am still on the desk, getting fucked. Then, I get comfortable enough to sit up, both of us gazing into each other's eyes. He tries to capture my mouth, which I push away until he kisses me gently on my lips. It becomes a dance then, a ritualistic song of being lovers. His thrusts become more passionate, and I throw my head back to enjoy him driving himself deep inside me.

But I'm not done with my move yet. I don't have it as rehearsed as the others, but the power I hold here, naked in his arms, spurs me on. His movements slow, and he searches my face for a hint of the pleasure he wants me to feel. No, he doesn't care about my pleasure. He wants it to be his name I'm crying. My cries of delight.

And how can I deny such a well-meaning and innocent man, even though I'm a thousand miles away? I moan his name and whisper the dirty words a part of him craves to hear. Things become clearer and more intense.

To finish his fantasy, I wrap my legs around his waist, encouraging him deeper. "That's it, baby. Right there. Harder. Yes."

I kiss him, this time allowing him to linger as I roll my hips to create the perfect amount of friction. He breaks the kiss as he comes, my own orgasm rippling through me. I bury my face against his neck and bite to keep from crying out.

Moments later, I pull away and smile dreamily at him. "Oh, Professor, your cock is the best." I lean into his ear and whisper, "Look toward the desk nearest to the door and smile for the camera."

The color drains from his face as he looks at the desk. My phone is nestled behind a book, a tiny video icon blinking. He spins back to look at me as I step back. "Good boy," I purr. "Now I have limitless amounts of favor."

"You… You made me?—"

"Give you a blow job, and then have you come inside my pussy? Indeed, I did. Couldn't have done it without you being a willing participant."

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