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“Now, my sweet little temptress, what do you think your punishment should be for coming to my office like this, hm?” I whimpered, and Matthew’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. “Use your words, baby.”
“Touch me,” I begged. I needed him to touch me, to whisper sweet nothings into my ear, and to rock into me until I came. I didn’t just want it, God, I needed it. “Please touch me, Matthew.”
His hand slipped down between my thighs, fingers ghosting over my entrance before his thumb began circling my clit.
Fuck, I thought, closing my eyes as he began to pick up the pace.
And then he slipped one finger inside of me, exploring my wet folds, and I had to clasp my hand over my mouth to muffle the cries that threatened to escape. I tried to remind myself where we were—that we were in his office, that this hot-as-fuck Professor was the one crouched before me fingering me, but all I could think about was how good his finger felt inside of me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Noelle.”
“Matthew—” I moaned, and he increased the pressure, crooking his finger into me before slipping in a second one, working me with such intent that I had to grip the door frame, to stop myself from trembling. “Right there,” I squeaked when he hit a particularly good spot, one that was sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. I was so close—
He pulled his fingers out, eliciting a deep whine from me. But his icy blue stare never left me as he licked me clean off of them.“Please,” I moaned, trying to grab his hand to put it back where I wanted it, but he simply shook his head.
“I want to taste your sweet little cunt first, Noelle. But you have to be quiet,” he urged. “Or someone’s going to find us.”
My nod was followed by a gasp as he gripped my thighs, spreading them apart. Matthew hoisted one leg over his shoulder as my thigh-high socks rolled down. I couldn’t focus on any of it though, not when his lips were kissing up the inside of my legs, and then my whole brain went fuzzy when his tongue licked a line up my entrance.
And oh God when he dipped his tongue inside of me—I moaned, deeply. If it wasn't for his tight grip on my thighs, I probably would have lost the ability to stand.
One of his hands released its hold of me and his thumb found my clit, rubbing it in circles while he continued to feast on me with his tongue, lapping at my folds and exploring every inch of me. I again buried my hands in his blonde hair, tugging on the strands to pull him closer into me.“Matthew, please, I’m so close—”
He pulled away, thumb stilling as he looked up. “Shh, my good girl, we don’t want everyone to hear you when I make you come.”I could do this. I could be quiet. I removed the hand from the door frame to cover my mouth. But then he put his lips on me again, licking me all over, and I couldn’t help the cry that I let out into my palm.
He was good with his tongue—God, how was it possible to be too good— and I wondered how many other girls he had taken just like this, with one leg over his shoulder and his mouth on them.
The thought made me suddenly angry, like my blood would boil over at just the idea of his mouth on someone else, but then he pressed his tongue down against my clit again, and any thought of other women was gone from my brain, leaving only thoughts of good, so good, fuck, harder please, oh god.
He lapped at my sex, sucking and kissing my most sensitive parts, and between it and him slipping two fingers back inside of me, working me fully, I could feel my body clenching around him, the pleasure building and peaking as Matthew worked me senseless with his tongue. “I—Oh—Matthew. I’m going to come,” I cried into my hand. And it wasn’t long before my back arched against the door and I reached my climax, and then I was soaring, muscles tightening as the feeling overtook me.
A few moments passed before I could catch my breath, and when he looked up at me, my body still awash with pleasure from the orgasm he had given me, the intensity in his eyes made me shiver. He slowly dropped my leg down as I let myself rest against the door frame, still heavily panting.
Matthew stood from the floor and his hand caught my chin, tilting my head up to look at him fully.
“Did you like that, wicked girl?” he asked, bringing his lips onto mine, letting me taste myself on him and I hummed into his mouth in agreement.
My fingers grasped his belt loops as I stared up at him, but before I could get another word in, he was scooping me up and placing me on the desk, still wearing only my skirt and socks.
I watched as he undid his belt and slid off his pants, kicking them away from him, and then his briefs followed quickly behind. Suddenly, the entirety of him was exposed in front of me—and he was big, so big.
I could feel my eyes growing wide. I wasn’t a virgin in any sense of the word, but no one I had been with had ever been as big as he was. “Oh my god,” I balked, “You’re—you’re not gonna fit, you’re so—”
“Shh, my sweet girl. You’re gonna take me so well, I promise,” he soothed, stepping towards me, running his hands over my bare shoulder. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby. I promise.” He waited for me to take a breath and nod before he used his knee to push my legs open, stepping all the way in, his dick standing between us, against my stomach. “I’m going to take you right here, Noelle. On this desk. Spread those pretty legs wide for me, honey.”
“Matthew—please…”
“I’m going to fuck you now, Noelle, and when I do, you’re going to be mine, okay? So, you can’t charmanyone else with those big brown eyes of yours—cause I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, who gets to feel your pussy clenching around me, hm?”I nodded in agreement, hands drifting down towards him, running a finger over the precum that dripped from the top of him.
He leaned back, opened a desk drawer, and pulled out a shiny square package, and I wondered at the implications of him having condoms in his desk. Had he been expecting this, here?
Wanting to take me in his office, to fuck me senseless till I couldn’t think anymore? And if he had… Why did that make me more turned on?
I took the package from his hands, unwrapping it and pumping him once, twice, before I pushed it down on him.
“Good girl,” he rumbled and then moved closer to me, his eyes clouded in a haze of lust. I moved my hips closer to the edge of the desk, gripping the wood tightly. “You’re sure, right, Noelle?”
I nodded. He notched himself at my entrance, guiding his hard length into me, even as I was still sensitive from the previous orgasm.
