Page 45 of Stutter

I do, and the process begins all over again except this time, when he gets to my thighs, he spreads my legs, pushing my knees to my chest, and orders me to hold myself open for him. He carefully apply lotion to my calves and legs down to my toes as he stares at my fevered sex – probably dripping again from simply feeling him touch me with so much care. He leans down, hovering over my exposed clit, and inhales deeply, holding eye contact with me, green eyes flashing dangerously.

“Beautiful. So pink and abused.” He kisses my clit tenderly and I buck unwillingly. “Shh, Siren. What are your rules?”

“T..ake what you gi..ve m-m-me.”

He smirks in approval; his lips lightly brush against my sensitive skin as he speaks. “That’s right, Siren. You know your limits and you’ll tell me if it’s too much. Now, color?”

“Green.”

“Good. Now watch me taste you. Keep your eyes on me.” He stays outside of me, licking and kissing and teasing perfectly, sucking my lower lips into his mouth before diving to my clit, curling his tongue only to flatten it from my entrance and lick up slowly, tasting every centimeter of me, taking his time to drive me to the brink of insanity.

“You.” I moan. It’s only one word but he understands me. Has always understood me.

He stands, shoves down and steps out of his sweatpants and boxers, climbing over me but then turns around. I’m about to ask what he’s doing but then his thick, heavy length is over my face, and I automatically open my mouth to accept him.

“Oh fuck.” He grits out when I swirl my tongue to coat the fat, bulbous crown in saliva, wetting my lips in the process. “That’s right. You know just how to please me,” he bends forward and covers my pussy entirely with his wicked mouth, spreading my ass further until I feel his fingers rimming my hole that’s already wet and coated with my arousal and his spit.

I relax and a finger slips inside easily, making me moan around him.

“So fucking good. You taste like sin – like delicious liquid hellfire, Siren.” He growls and I buck, fucking back onto his finger, needing it deeper. God, I’m sick and he knows it. And helovesit. He was right. I’m nothing but a filthy, dirty cumslut but I’mhiscumslut.

He gently pumps his hips in time with the finger in my ass, slipping another in, his tongue on my clit and I have to take more of him inside of me. Ineedmore of him. I suck harder around him, reaching to cup his balls, weighing them in my hands, and he praises me.

“Put your other hand at the base so I don’t hurt you. You’re supposed to be resting, Siren. I’m supposed to be taking care of you. But you don’t want that, do you? You need to get this gorgeous ass finger fucked while you try to breathe with my cock in your throat, don’t you? Filthy fucking girl.”

I would say heistaking care of me, but I have a throat full of dick, exactly how I’ve needed to be. So I nod instead. It’s kind of nice, having someone fuck my face without worrying about my throat or my vocal cords. I’ve needed this.

Ideservethis.

I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I? Needing to be selfish, I suck him like his cum is my reward, flicking and wiggling my tongue, closing my eyes, feeling his weight on me even though he’s hovering and I hate that.

He said I know my limits and I do.

I remove my hand, reaching to his strong glutes and encourage him to fuck my face more, swallowing when I want to gag and he groans louder, the vibrations of each grunt taking me higher. To give me more while I rock my hips to meet the lashes ofhis tongue. I’m so fucking close. I need my professor to come for me, to make a mess of me. I want to break for him again.Needto break and shatter. I wrap my legs around the upper part of his back, shoving him closer, and I’m rewarded with a third finger.

There’s no room for words, just the two of us grunting and moaning loudly, pleasing the other to high ecstasy. Every lick, every kiss, every suck is done with purpose, because when he groans out, “Raven, I’m going to- oh, fuck! Take it, take my cum… ugh, good fucking girl. All of it, Siren. Don’t waste a drop.”

I don’t. My legs tighten around him, drinking every drop he produces until his thick, muscular thighs are shaking above me and he jerks with each hot, salty load and I scream around him as waves of hot, searing pleasure coils in my belly and my womb, and I tighten around his fingers, not letting them escape until I’ve given all I can give.

He rolls off me, immediately coming up to check my face and when he sees I’m alright, with a kiss he lays against the pillows and tugs me to his chest, running his fingers through my damp hair, breathing heavily. “You are… exquisite, little succubus.” He praises between breaths.

I smirk, settling deeper into him, his fingers trailing lightly from my ribs to my hip and back up, goosebumps rising in their wake.

“Okay. We need to go. I don’t want to be late to this appointment.”

After I put on a high-waisted thong and bra, he clicks his tongue in approval then dresses me in a loose-fitting long sleeve shirt, sweats and my thick, comfy socks. Downstairs, he kneels to shove my Ugg boots on my feet, then puts my puffer on me, my scarf, my beanie, and finally my mittens. Which means I’ll have to use my words because they cover my fingers.

Tricky professor.

He then dresses himself in similar winter gear, except his gloves have fingers. I’m so excited at the thought that he and I are going out –together. As a couple. For the very first time. I’ve been on dates with both Jonas and Damon, together and one-on-one, to various parts of Massachusetts. Unfortunately, due to ourrelationship, me being Damon’s former patient and him being on Rayne-Moore’s faculty staff, we can’t exactly walk around the surrounding parts of RMU without possibly being caught.

Jonas, on the other hand, loves to have me everywhere he goes. Usually if I can’t go, he just won’t go, or he’ll wait for me to be available. It never matters how small the errand is.

We leave after I input the alarm code, and he opens the passenger door to the Navigator open for me, helping me up and in. He rounds the front of the vehicle and climbs in. Once the Navi is on, we sit in silence for a moment before he exhales and we’re driving off, leaving our safe haven behind.

We drive past Kingston, away from Salem, towards Peabody.

I can tell he’s nervous, so I use my teeth to pull off a mitten and take his hand in mine, offering a smile. His kisses the top of my hand and then threads his fingers through mine. “I’m not… the kind to go out with women,” he starts. “But you and I are different. I know you, like myself, would be more than happy at home, reading or playing your cello or watching a movie. While I love reading, and watching movies with you, and listening to you play, I do want some things to be… just for us. I’m not promising a date night every weekend. I also may not be able to afford every luxurious thing life has to offer, but I do promise to show you that I want us. I know there will be ugly days ahead of us, but I want us to come out of it together.”

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