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“Lick.”
I slide my tongue as far down his shaft as I can reach in this position and sweep it up to the bulbous head. My tongue flattens across the wide expanse of his glands as I lap up the fluid gathered on his slit.
Professor Segul shudders, and the movement sends a thrill straight to my pussy. My thighs try to close, to rub together, to create a little friction, but they’re trapped within the leather restraints.
He steps back, and I make a noise of protest. “Eyes on me.”
As I meet his gaze, he steps within licking distance.
“How much do you want this?” He moves it up and down, and I’m utterly hypnotized.
“I fucking love your cock,” I murmur into his heated flesh. “It’s so big and I want to wrap my lips around it and suck.”
“Say please.”
“Please, let me worship it.”
Professor Segul growls his approval. “Open your mouth.”
Parting my lips, I moan as he slides it down my tongue and to the back of my throat. It’s the first familiar act of this scene, and I get comfort as he moves back and forth with slow and firm strokes.
It’s nothing like the frenzied thrusts from our early morning sessions. At least for now, Professor Segul is taking it easy.
Every ridge, every vein, every contour of his shaft stands out within my sensitive mouth. Each time he hits the back of my throat, I swallow around it and stroke him with my tongue.
“You were telling me about your erotic dream.” He pulls out, so his cockhead stretches my lips, and then he slides back in.
“I don’t remember it,” I lie because there was no such dream.
Professor Segul doesn’t hear me because the words come out muffled and distorted with my mouth filled with his dick. I rattle off some bullshit story because he doesn’t give a damn about this dream. He probably just likes the way my mouth vibrates around his cock.
This is crazier than the time he pretended to be a delivery man and forced his way into my apartment. I’m tied to a torture rack, getting mouth-fucked by my Finance and Accountancy professor, and I can’t get enough of him.
“You’re such a good little girl for me, aren’t you, love?” he says in that deep, cultured voice. “Wherever did you learn how to suck a man’s cock at such an awkward angle.”
I make a noise in the back of my throat.
“Look at me when I’m addressing you,” he says.
My eyes snap up to meet his burning gaze.
My breath stills, and he presses in so deeply that his cockhead pushes against the back of my throat and my nose is buried in his pubes. At this angle, my jaw feels like it’s unhinging because he’s so fucking big.
It makes my pulse pick up speed.
Spots dance in my vision. If I don’t find a way to exhale, I’m going to choke.
“Deep breaths,” he says in the same tone of voice he uses to discuss finance. “Make two sharp sounds if it’s too much.”
I force out lungfuls of air, then suck in a deep inhale that clears away the spots. With my head now back to normal, I slide my tongue up and down the underside of his dick.
Professor Segul’s deep moan sends a thrill of satisfaction between my bound legs. I might be tied up right now, but it’s me givinghimthe pleasure. As he thrusts in and out of my mouth, my hand twitches toward my clenching pussy, wishing I could touch myself.
I hollow out my cheeks, wanting him to cum so I can get my climax. His breathing quickens, and his rhythm changes to frantic strokes that threaten to topple both me and the torture wheel toward the wall.
Before I know it, he’s coming with a growl that makes my pussy throb. It’s impossible to swallow everything at this angle, so a thick stream of cum pours from the side of my mouth.
“Naughty girl,” he moans.
