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“Maybe I should follow through with my threats,” I said, holding back a cry of need as his fingers found my panties and ran up the line of my slit. “—and get you back on your knees where you should be. So you can see who is in charge here.”
Owen grinned and puffed a laugh before backing up a step and slowly, torturously lowering himself to his knees.
“Sit down,” he whispered, motioning to the chair I normally sat in.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I informed him, but sat anyway, but not before dipping to take off my panties, which I threw into his chair across the desk.
Once I was in the boxy chair, he came to me on hands and knees, though his eyes held no humility or submission, just simple lust and desire, instead.
I dragged up my skirt as he finally sat on his heels before me, probably uncomfortable as heck as his hands lifted my legs and hung them on the arms of the chair, opening me to him.
“You think you’re directing this,” he said, sounding amused as heck. “You’ll soon find out that you don’t run anything, except away from me.”
“I’m not running from you,” I promised, but he didn’t seem convinced before his head dipped and he sucked a labia lip into his mouth and sucked hard.
Instantly turned on, my legs widened and he edged me relentlessly, making me so close to orgasming before he brought it back down again. It should be the UN’s newest form of freaking torture if it wasn’t already. Being that close and unable to finish felt like the end of the world, like everything would cease to exist until I came.
“This is a new low, Owen,” I told him, wiggling and grinding on his face in hopes to change his mind about letting me come.
“Are you sufficiently tamed, Miss Miller?” was his response.
I just laughed, hugged his head with my thighs and said, “Fuck you, Harlo. Make me come or I’ll leave and find someone who will.”
He gave the slightest moan against my clit and my whole body heated up.
I was so close…so close…
The man gave some quick flicks with his tongue, then sucked my clit into his mouth, which set off the avalanche.
Knowing I needed to silence myself, I stuffed my sleeve into my mouth and between my teeth and screamed into it.
He licked and sucked me through the pulsing, stroking my outer lips with his tongue until my back finally eased and I sank back into the chair.
Owen didn’t say anything as he stood and dipped, wrapping his arms around my waist. I let him move me, doing whatever the heck he wanted because my body was a limp mass of bones.
“I’m going to fuck you now, darling,” he whispered in my ear, setting me on the edge of his desk. “I’ve been daydreaming about bending you over my desk for so long now, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t think about it.”
My heels tucked around his hips and he quickly unbuckled his pants. While he worried about that, I let my fingers drift over his chest, taking in the coarse weave of his grandpa cardigan with leather elbow patches. I took each thick button and slowly undid them while he sank between my legs and finally, between my thighs.
I let out a long, low groan at the feeling of him inside me again. It felt incredible and full and euphoric as he gave me a couple long, slow pulls in and out before slamming back in and speeding up.
As we moved, I finished the last button of his cardigan, then worked on the little buttons of his dress shirt. When there was a decent swath of skin open, I pressed my mouth to his chest and licked a long line up, leaving long, lingering kisses to his collar bones, his neck, that strong jaw. His stubble made my lips tingle and the sensation made me smile.
With each preceding kiss, he pulled me tighter until we were so close, I could feel each shudder that ran through his body with every thrust.
“We shouldn’t—”
“If you tell me we shouldn’t be doing this one more time while you’re balls deep inside me, I’m biting off your dick.”
He choked out a laugh, said dick jumping in excitement before he gave me a particularly hard thrust.
“Might very well be the best way to die,” he murmured, “With your lips around me and my cock down your throat.”
I gasped when he legitimately hit my cervix, feeling like I was freaking swallowing him while he did.
The man moaned, obviously feeling how freaking amazing that spot felt, so he kept it up. Not even thirty seconds later, I was clamping my jaw down trying not to shriek so the other professors in their nearby offices couldn't hear us.
As my orgasm washed over me, he kissed me, swallowing down my screams with open, messy kisses. He came then, pumping into me just as the peak of my ecstasy eased up.
