Page 111 of Devoured

Penny loved me.

The real me.

I slammed her back against the doorjamb as I tried to pull off her shirt. But it was sticky from the rain.

“The. Bed,” she said between kisses.

But she didn’t realize how desperate I was for her. This was what I’d wanted to do to her when I’d pressed her against the side of my car. When I’d told her to stop thinking about me. All I wanted to do was fuck her senseless.

“James.” She laughed as she put her hand on my chest. Her lips were swollen from my kisses. “Put me down so I can somehow take off my clothes.”

Put her down? Hmm.There were some visions in my head of things I’d been wanting to do with her. I couldn’t even count the times I’d masturbated to the image of her on her knees right in my bedroom. How many times I’d dreamed of devouring her sweet pussy. Before I’d even kissed her.

And I was done beating myself up over this. Penny wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I knew we were more than just a professor and his student. I wasn’t even sure how much longer I’d be her professor. But there was something I wanted to do while I still was.

I slowly lowered her feet back down to the ground. She took a step toward the bed, but I grabbed her wrist. She turned back to me and looked up at me with her big innocent eyes.

But we both knew she wasn’t all that innocent. I peeled her wet shirt off over her head. Followed by her jeans and thong. She blushed as I unhooked her bra.

She reached for the hem of my shirt, but I caught her hand. “Get on your knees, Miss Taylor.”

Her throat made that adorable squeaking noise I loved. But she didn’t make me repeat myself. She knelt down and stared up at me.

I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Do you have any idea how many times I fucked my hand while thinking about you?”

She shook her head.

“I pictured you in my office. In my bed. In my shower.” I put my elbows on my knees and leaned forward.

The heat in her gaze made me feel hot all over.

“The first time you texted me, I had my hand wrapped around my cock. Don’t tell me I’m the only one, Miss Taylor. Did you touch yourself and wish it was me?”

“I…”

“Show me,” I said. I could so easily picture her in her uncomfortable bed in her dorm, running her fingers along her wetness. Snuggled up next to my sweater. Trying to be quiet so no one would know the dirty thoughts running through her head.

She slid her hand up her thigh. For just a second, she paused at the top of her thigh. But then she locked eyes with me and slid her index finger into her wetness. Her lips parted slightly as she moved her finger in and out.

I resisted the urge to fall to my knees and replace her finger with my tongue. “What did you picture when you touched yourself?” I asked. Because I’d fucking pictured this. I wasn’t sure why, but I really loved her being completely exposed to me while I was still fully clothed.

“You,” she said.

“I’m going to need more than that, Miss Taylor.” My erection was straining against my jeans and we’d barely even started.

Her cheeks flushed even more. “I pictured you pulling me into a dark room. Where no one could see us.”

I watched her nipples harden. “And then what?”

“You’d tell me you couldn’t stop thinking about me as your hand wandered up my thigh.” She closed her eyes like she was still dreaming. “I’d grab your tie. You’d press my back against the door and cage me in.” Her hand started to move faster.

I’d pictured this same scene. Having her in a dark room, completely unseen. “Stop,” I said.

Her hand froze. She watched me stand up and walk over to the lights. I switched them off as thunder boomed in the distance.

When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I stared down at her. “Come here.”

She shifted forward onto all fours. And crawled. To. Me.Fucking Christ.If I wasn’t in love already, that would have done it.

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