Page 17 of The Biker and the Professor
“Plant your feet up on the table,” he commands.
I do as I’m told. My thighs are coated with my arousal at this point.
When he finally reaches up and slides one finger through my soaked folds, I almost weep.Oh god, yes. Touch me. Touch me more.
He does. He glides his finger up and down and through and my wetness.
My mouth is frozen in a permanent O as my mind dizzies.
When he scissors my swollen clit with index and middle finger, I’m so overcome with pleasure that my feet slip from the table as I’m thrusting forward for more.
He stops at once and glares up at me. “Back up. Now.”
Hastily, I plant my feet back up on the table.
Pleased with my obedience, he licks his lips, lowers his head, and sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Ohhhhhhgooodd,” I wail at the unexpected attack on my clit.
That’s when he unleashes and goes to town on me like a wild animal. I’m shivering with pleasure like never before. The sounds that escape me don’t even sound like me.
It’s a huge struggle to keep my feet planted with how my body is jerking and dancing with euphoria, but I don’t want him to stop again so I make damn sure to keep them in place.
When he gently glides two fingers inside me, that’s it, I’m gone. Shot off into space like a rocket, my body shuddering with turbulence, sounds of ecstasy ripping from my throat. Falling back on the table, I experience a momentary blackout before descending to earth again, becoming aware of Nero’s palm pressing down on my sex to calm me down.
Pushing up on my elbows, I gaze dazedly at him. He licks my cum from his lips and points to his lap.
Compliant, I ease off the table and onto his lap.
“Now beg me to kiss you,” he whispers.
After what he just made me experience, I’m certainly not opposed to begging. I’ll crawl on my knees for him if that’s what obedience gets me.
“Kiss me,” I beg. “Please. Please, kiss me.”
Wrapping his fingers around the nape of my neck, he pulls me into him and fulfills my request. With complete confidence, he plunges in and dominates my mouth, exploring, taking, giving. And damn if he’s not an amazing kisser. He kisses with everything in him, like he means it, like he invented it.
Breaking the kiss, he scrapes his teeth along my jaw, pepper kisses down my neck, my cleavage...
He palms my breasts, squeezes and fondles them, flicking my nipples with his thumbs, before he lowers his mouth and suckles them, driving me up the walls. His hands, their size, the heat they carry…his touch, everything.
Against my greedy sex, his erection is rock-hard under his jeans. I’m rocking against it, ready for more.
I want him. I want him. I want him.
Drawing back, he hauls off his t-shirt, and my eyes devour him.Sweet Cherry Garcia, this guy is the epitome perfection – all muscle and definition, tanned and tatted. He’s ripped in every sense of the word.
He leans in again and brushes his lips against mine. “You’ve got the sweetest goddamn mouth.”
Locking my legs around him, I ask, “Why didn’t you let me feel you?”
He nips my bottom lip and tugs lightly. “You never begged for it.” He traces his fingers down to my navel, circling. “You’ll come to understand me, Professor. I like to be begged.” His hand drifts upward and palms one of my breasts, squeezing tenderly. “I’ll give you whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want, as long as you…?”
“Beg,” I whisper breathlessly.
He devours my mouth. A kiss so deep and passionate I’m gasping for air afterward.
“Shower?”
