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His voice drops, heated and growly. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”
He pulls me forward and I fall into his lap to sit on his knee. I lean back into his left arm, his right hand stroking up and down my thigh.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he says. “But if you don’t…I’m gonna pull up your skirt and finger your pretty pussy until you come.”
“Oh…” I gasp. “Yeah…yeah, I would like that.”
He parts my legs and slides his hand between my inner thighs, and I drape my left leg over his knee to give him better access. Will’s brown eyes glisten and his lips part when he finds my dirty little secret—that I didn’t wear underwear tonight, because I knew where I was spending the evening the minute I laid eyes on him in class. He smiles and rests his forehead against mine, hissing out a breath as he drags his fingers up my wet slit.
“Well, you’re full of surprises,” he says.
I can’t make my mouth form words in response; his fingers are already teasing inside, hooking into that good spot, sliding back out. He does it twice more and I wonder if he’ll make me beg.
He’s done it before. He likes making me talk. He says it’s like poetry.
But I guess that’s not in the cards tonight, because he increases his pace…and his thumb starts to play with my clit. I feel like the ultimate temptress, my miniskirt hitched up around my hips, my legs spread across my professors lap as he fingerfucks me into oblivion.
It’s enough to make me come, just like I figured it would be.
I buck into Will’s hand as he smiles at me, his cock pressing into my hip, his fingers relentless. I arch my back and the button across my breasts strains at my crisp white shirt, giving Will a view of the lacy pink bra I’ve got underneath.
He undoes the button with his teeth and gets an eyeful of my chest.
He’s got talent.
“Beautiful girl,” he says, stroking me slowly as I come down from my orgasm. “You’re sweet as sin, Miss Thibodeaux.”
His fingers are still inside me, teasing, playing. My eyes blink in a hazy flutter and I look over at Will with a slow gaze, pausing when he moves against my g-spot again.
“How’s your day been?” he asks.
“Uh…excuse me?” I ask, my words broken.
“Tell me about your day,” he instructs.
His fingers move against me with perfect rhythm. “Okay,” I say slowly. “Well, I woke up late and your class was the first one I went to for the day.”
“Thanks for not ditching,” he murmurs, his thumb swiping over my clit.
“I never…ditch your class,” I groan.
“Go on.”
“And then I got lunch with…a friend…and I…”
He increases his pace suddenly, frenzied and rough. I arch again and ride his fingers until I’m done, melting against his chest and resting my head on his shoulder. He always smells so good, like old books and aftershave.
He bends his head and kisses my neck, down my breasts, around the scalloped edge of my bra. His tongue teases under the lace, and I groan when one big hand reaches to pull down the cup of the bra so he can wrap his lips around my nipple.
“Lord have mercy,” I hiss.
Will chuckles and drags his teeth over my breast, then scoops his arms under me to lift me as he stands. He’s so strong that it shocks me—he’s gotta be hitting the gym every second he’s not reading or writing. I squeak at the sudden liftoff, but he sets me down on the desk and spreads my legs, my skirt riding up around my hips, my shirt half-unbuttoned, my bra yanked down.
He takes a step back and looks at me, his eyes gliding over my body until he finds my bare pussy.
I lean back on my hands and give him a show, loving how it feels to be forbidden fruit.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs.
