Page 76 of Pretty Secrets

She crawls out, gaze flicking to the door. “Should we lock it?”

“Says the girl who just went down on me in front of my entire class.”

She eyes my cock, pure sexual haze dripping from her beautiful blue eyes. “You’ll get in trouble.”

“Not as much trouble as you’ll get in if you don’t get over here and wrap those perfect lips around me again.” I shrug my suit coat off, fold it, and lay it next to my feet so she can save her knees. She places where I ask, running her hands up my thighs as she takes me in her mouth again. As exciting as the other was, the picture of my dick disappearing into her mouth is what does it for me.

“God, where did you come from, Eden Astor?”

She peers up at me, and the innocent look in her eyes as she takes my cock into her mouth makes my balls tighten.

I hiss in a breath, relaxing back into the chair as she takes care of me. “When you’re done, I’m going to spread you out on my desk and eat you for breakfast.”

This must thrill her; her movements accelerate with renewed purpose. I let her do her thing, watching as she brings me to the point of climax. I hold it back, living in the moment, wishing it would last longer. I lift my hips to meet her mouth, and the little cry she gives undoes me.

“Fuck. I’m going to—” I try to get my words out fast enough, but it doesn’t happen. My cock fills her mouth before I can ask her where she wants it. She doesn’t balk, though. She closes her eyes and drinks me down as if she’s tasting the sweetest nectar, moaning in contentment. “That’s right. Drink me up.”

She opens her eyes wide as she takes my last drop, then pulls away, her lids fluttering as I leave her mouth.

Jesus Christ.

I don’t waste time. Cock still out, I help her to her feet, then pick her up and set her on the desk, moving her into the perfect position. I roll the chair back to me again before sitting, reveling at the way she looks, laid out on my desk, my laptop tucked away in the corner. Pulling her pants and panties off, I spread her wide and lift her feet to rest on the arms of the chair.

I nuzzle her pussy. I’ve tasted its sweetness before, and I know once I start, I won’t be able to relish in it. I’ll want to keep tasting until she’s coming apart on my tongue.

A kiss to the inside of her thigh makes her sigh. I mirror the movement on the opposite thigh and juices trickle from her. I lap them up, unable to help myself.

She lets out a short cry, and I peek at the door to make sure we’re still alone. This probably isn’t my smartest move, but I don’t care. I just want her. Pausing to lock the door would be a waste of my time with her. “In class today,” I start, trailing my nose up her thigh, “we’re going to discuss the power of women.”

“Mmm,” she moans. “My kind of class.”

I lick up her length, stopping at her clit where I flick over her tight bud. She reacts much the way she did when we were on the bus, bucking into me, craving more.

“How you hypnotize us. Make us crazy with want until we’re addicted.”

“Are you addicted to me, Professor Barclay?” she asks.

Oh, fuck. This roleplay has me beyond excited. “You know I am,” I tell her. “Now, let’s see how good of a student you are.” I drag my lips up her seam in a featherlight touch that has her searching for me with her hips.

“What do you want me to do?” she purrs.

“Just enjoy yourself.”

She releases her hold on the desk and immediately reaches under her shirt. I watch as she grasps her breasts, moaning. “I can definitely do that. Should we lock the door now?”

“Too busy,” I growl as I lick her, flattening my tongue against her bud. Her bra shifts with her movements. I reach up her sides and around her ribcage and down.

I won’t be locking the door, but I probably should hurry in case someone decides to come back to class. Lowering my hand, I trace my thumb over her clit. She lets out a loud moan, and I keep it there, rubbing her, tasting every drop of her pussy. My attack is direct, going for speed rather than style.

“Tell Professor Barclay when it feels good.”

She bucks into my mouth when I increase the pressure and tighten my movements. She forgets her breasts altogether and grabs the edge of the desk again. “Oh, hell. It’s amazing,” she says, breathless. Her knuckles turn white, and she begins to shake at my relentless pace. “Fuck. Please,” she rattles.

I move my tongue to her clit again, flicking until her entire body locks up. Short cries pour from her mouth. She peers down at me with the most impassioned gaze when she comes, her hips rocking into me. I’m not going to lie, it makes me feel like a goddamn rock star.

She takes deep breaths in the aftermath, her chest rising and falling, her rumpled top saying everything about the encounter. “That might be a record,” she sighs. “Wow.”

“You’re going to give me an ego.”

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