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“I know that you want to clench on my fingers and hold it all in,” Professor Patton said. “But I need you to relax, Sierra. Relax your body, your mind, and this pretty little cunt of yours and come.”
Slowly, I released my death grip on his wrist and stared up at the ceiling, my heart pounding inside my chest. I closed my eyes, breathed in deeply, then relaxed my pussy so it didn’t squeeze his fingers off.
“Relax,” Professor Patton whispered. “Even more. Empty that mind.”
After relaxing the muscles in my face, I let out another deep breath and lay on his desk with my legs spread and his fingers deep yet unmoving inside me. He gently rubbed circles on my hip, letting me slip deeper into relaxation, allowing me to focus on one thing and one thing only.
His fingers.
He curled them against my G-spot, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Stop clenching, Sierra,” Professor Patton growled, sucking my clit between his lips. “And let fucking go all over me.”
The pressure built so much higher than it ever had. My body tightening, I was afraid of the intensity inside my core. I clutched down on his fingers once more, about to burst. And when he finally flicked my clit with his tongue, I released all the tension inside me and—
My back arched hard. I screamed out in pleasure, my pussy pulsing around his fingers. Sensations that I’d never experienced before rushed through my body. Every touch, every breath, every flick was so much more intense.
“Once you make her squirt the first time,” he announced to the class, massaging his fingers against my G-spot over again, not stopping until my pussy was crying all over him, “the next few times will be easy.” He peered up at me with those dark eyes. “Isn’t that right, Sierra?”
My legs trembled uncontrollably. I gripped on to the desk, curled my fingers around the edge, and cried out in pleasure as the ecstasy surged through my body. I opened my mouth, my words coming out completely incoherent.
Body numb. Mind empty.
“Miss Monroe,” Professor Patton taunted, “when your professor asks you a question, you answer him.” He continued to massage my G-spot with his two fingers as the hilt of his palm repeatedly smacked against my clit.
“I-I’m s-sorry,” I stuttered, my head so foggy that I couldn’t remember what he’d asked.
Professor Patton chuckled at me, pulled his fingers out of my cunt, and slapped my clit. My body jerked into the air, another orgasm ripping through me. I gripped on to the desk and screamed out in pleasure.
“Please,” I begged, a desperate slut to be filled by him. “Fuck me, Professor.”
As I lay flat on the desk, he wrapped his hand around the front of my throat. “I’ll let you be my little fuckdoll later.” He reached down to rub my clit in small, tortuous circles. “I have a class to teach.”
After he smacked my clit again—making it more sensitive than ever—he nodded to one of the males in the class. The student approached me slowly, eyeing my salivating cunt and drawing his tongue across his lower lip.
When he brushed his fingers up my thigh, I whimpered and stared up at him. They traveled higher and higher up my body, millimeters from my pussy, and then he plunged them inside of my wetness until he was knuckle deep.
“How does he feel, Miss Monroe?” Professor Patton asked.
“Good,” I whispered, arching my back. “So good.”
But not as good as Steven. Nowhere even close.
The guy continued to pump his fingers into me as Professor Patton ordered me not to tense. I leaned back on the desk and gazed between my legs, pressure rising inside my core quickly because my professor was giving me those dark, dangerous eyes again.
Like he wanted to devour me tonight.
And, hell, I ached for him to.
Suddenly, pleasure surged throughout my body as an orgasm ripped through me. I gripped on to the desk and screamed out, body seizing, legs shaking, mind going absolutely blank again.
Another student came over and plunged his fingers into me, taking his turn to push me all the way to the very edge and tip me over it. I cried out in pleasure, heat coursing through my body and my nipples aching to be squeezed.
And then another student. And another.
When the fourth pushed into me, I glanced down between my legs and past the student’s hand still plunged deep in my pussy. The papers on my professor’s desk were drenched, ruined, completely doused by me. He chuckled softly, the sound making me clench.
“You’ve ruined all my papers,” Professor Patton purred. “All that pleasure … you couldn’t keep it in anymore, could you?”
