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He pulls me onto his lap, so that I’m straddling him. Oh my goodness. If that’s what I think it is, then Henri is very blessed indeed. His bulge presses against my panties. There’s just enough pressure that it feels good. Without thinking, I rub myself against him. We both groan. His dark gaze holds mine as he trails a path up my thigh and between my legs. My breath hitches when he pushes the cotton material aside and runs his finger through my folds.
“Look at that. My little girl is soaked. Is that sweet cream all for me?”
He continues to stroke me, dragging his finger to my clit, where he circles it until I’m rocking against his hand and his hard-on.
“That feels so good,” I breathe out.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I bet it tastes good, too.”
He pulls his hand from my panties. I whimper again, and he grins as he puts his finger into his mouth.
“Fucking delicious.”
“Can I… can I taste?”
His hips arch, pressing his cock against my mound. “You want a taste?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He grunts, slipping his hand into my panties. I’m so wet that I can hear the juicy sound of my arousal as he moves his fingers. My lower stomach is tingling, and I know an orgasm is building. I rock against his hand and groan when he pulls his hand from my panties.
“Open up.”
When my lips part, he slips two fingers inside. I can taste myself on him, and it sends another wave of moisture between my legs. I suck on his fingers until they’re clean.
“See? Your cream tastes so fucking good.”
He pulls his fingers from my mouth, and I pout.
“I wasn’t done.”
“Your hot mouth is driving me nuts. I’m about to blow my load.”
To emphasize his point, he rocks into me again. Deep down, I know this is madness. We don’t know each other. He’s my professor. He’s older. I just broke up with my boyfriend. The list goes on and on. None of it matters, though. Not here, in the room's darkness.
“Daddy, can we take our clothes off?”
“We sure can.”
He taps me on the hip to stand. I do, and he has my shirt pulled over my head and tossed to the side before my feet even touch the ground. My bra is next and then my panties.
“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect.”
I know I’m not. I’m covered in bruises, and my body is too curvy. Heck, at my last appointment with my doctor, he said I was obese, and then told me why I needed to lose weight. I kindly reminded him I was there for an ear infection and that if he couldn’t do his job that I would find someone who could, which shut him up. But I don’t feel ugly or fat right now. Not when Henri dwarfs over me, making me feel small and fragile. He reaches out, palming one of my breasts. My nipple puckers as he thumbs it. A needy ache spreads throughout my body and I reach out to his waistband.
“You have on too many clothes.”
He smirks at me. “Is that so?”
Together, we pull his shorts down his long legs. His cock springs up, resting on his stomach. Holy crap. He’s huge. Fisting himself, he sits and pats his lap. All modesty is gone as I straddle him. This time, the tip of his cock tickles my opening.
