Page 79 of Strictly Against Policy

“Mmm hmm,” he hummed. The grip he had on my scalp tightened. “I’m going to teach you to do your worst with that snarky and pretty little mouth, Lina Lee.”

“Tell me what to do, sir,” I murmured. In a swift movement, he pulled out his hardening dick. His hand beckoned for mine.

“Give me your hand,” he said. With a shaky breath, I placed my hand in his. He guided me to his body, drawing my hand over his lower stomach. “Are you nervous?”

I swallowed thickly, glancing at how quickly his shaft thickened. “A little, yes. I even did a little bit of research.”

Jonathan’s brows arched, amused, as he spat into my hand. A wide, mischievous grin pulled across his wet lips. His eyes glittered playfully. “I didn’t realize I gave you some homework to do.”

“I wanted to do a good job for that A+, sir,” I cooed.

“Drop to your knees.” He ordered with a firm voice.

I eagerly did as he demanded, with one of my hands gripping his hips. Once I was in position, I dragged the hand he spat in over his shaft, letting his saliva coat it in a thin sheen. I pumped him with the same intensity he did last week in the car. Tight and fast, exactly how he liked it. He moaned, placing his hand over mine, and slowing me down. He shook his head.

“Teacher’s pet,” he said in a deep grumble.

“You don’t like it?” I asked as his hand directed mine in this slow, unhurried motion.

“No, I like this. But,” Jonathan said, “you should consider paying your professor some respect by giving him a kiss. Don’t be shy, give me your tongue as well.”

Silently, his gaze dropped to his blood-hot length. It twitched excitedly in my face when I looked directly at it. Without hesitation, I leaned in and placed a small peck on it and licked across the slit of his dick with the flat of my tongue.

My boyfriend groaned as his hand tightened around mine while the other gripped the base of my skull. “Lina,” he whimpered, breathless.

At the sound of my name in that light and feathery gasp, my chest swelled with pride. Jonathan looked down at me with shimmering eyes. I watched him heave. He nodded slowly with a shaky breath.

“Good girl,” he managed to say. “Exactly like that. Now use that pretty mouth to suck my tip. Be mindful of your teeth though. Unless you want to bite my cock off, then that’ll be a different story.”

I smiled, bringing his slit to my tongue and began lapping away. Jonathan threw his head back, moaning. I pulled his tip into my mouth and sucked. His grip around my hand tightened, changing the slow pace he just set into a faster one.

“Like that,” he murmured. “And don’t forget to use your tongue to⁠—”

I flicked my tongue from the underside of the head and back to his slit again. He swallowed a breath. His shaft was now thick and hard. I moaned as my clit began to throb.

He groaned again, moving my hand over his shaft from the base of his dick to where my lips were in an unforgivingly tight, accelerated clasp. I sucked, licked, and continued to moan at the pride surging through me in waves. I was the one making him like this, and I wanted more of it.

“I’m going to—” he panted when he suddenly erupted into my mouth.

Surprised by the thick, blazing river of ejaculation now spurting and filling my mouth to the brim, I pulled away, unable to swallow it. Because of my sensitive gag reflex, I coughed and wheezed for air, tears clinging to the corner of my eyes. Creamy, white streams of Jonathan’s ejaculation dribbled down my chin and onto the tops of my breasts as he looked on.

His gaze darkened despite the regret etched into the furrow between his brows. He leaned down and grabbed my chin softly.

“I’m sorry,” he said at once. “I tried to give you a warning, but I came before I could even finish the sentence.”

“It’s okay,” I said, shaking my head.

He tucked himself back into his boxer briefs and grabbed me a cup of water. As I drank, I noticed his practically black eyes watching me like a hawk ready for his next kill. His eyes drew across my chin and down to my breasts. He was looking at the way his cum was smeared across me.

“I’ve made a mess out of you. Why don’t I help clean you up a bit?” He tilted his head to the side coyly.

“A bit?” I cocked a brow at him.

Jonathan lifted me without hesitation and set me on my kitchen counter. He tugged off my shirt and used it to wipe his ejaculate off my chin. He leaned over, brushing his lips over the corner of my mouth.

“For such a good student, I think you deserve a reward along with your good marks.”

He placed a kiss on my lips, then my neck. His face shifted lower as he captured one of my nipples into his wet, warm mouth. As his tongue darted over my nipple slowly, I moaned, “Yes, sir. Please reward me.”