Page 20 of Filthy Professor
“This is a good move,” he said.
“And you’re stealing it.” I drew in a sharp breath as he stared at me, his gaze heated as it dropped to my chest.
“You love it, but I suppose you ought to have that punishment before we have any fun.” He grabbed my hips, and my core throbbed as he stroked his hands over my ass. “Turn around and lean against the door, ass up and legs spread.”
Wetness instantly rushed to my pussy at his words. “Yes, Professor,” I said, spinning and doing as he instructed, the anticipation almost too much.
He caressed my ass again before pulling my dress up to reveal my lacy underwear. Harrison fingered the edges for a moment, and my legs trembled from the anticipation. He rubbed my ass again before taking his hand away. The removal of his warmth made me shiver before a loud slap made me jump, and a stinging sensation traveled through my rear. He spanked me.
I was dripping now, my underwear drenched as he turned his attention to the other cheek. Holy hell.
He rubbed both of my cheeks to soothe them. “Now, are you going to be a good girl?”
“Hell no,” I said, defiance raging through me. I was so needy and wet and needed him to touch me, so I wiggled my ass, then pushed it back against his hands.
Harrison hummed, the sound shooting right to my core. “What am I going to do with you?” I angled my ass higher into the air, his hands slipping down. His fingertips shifted, playing with my soaked underwear against my folds. “Holy shit, Kat. You’re dripping for me.”
“Please, Harrison,” I said, shifting against him.
“Oh, the bad girl can beg.” He ran his fingertips over my folds, but still outside.
I wanted to scream. “Please touch me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Certainly, but only because you asked so nicely,” he said, brushing my underwear aside and finally touching me. His fingers slid across my folds easily since I was so wet. Harrison parted them, finding my clit, and used my juices to circle it. I clawed at my door, trying to stay in place as he slid two fingers from his other hand up and into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, pushing back as he worked me with both hands.
“You like that, baby? Check this out.” He pulled his fingers out, and I growled before he replaced them with his tongue, pushing it inside me as he kept circling my clit with his fingers. I ground back against his face, and he moaned as I came, the sound vibrating through me as I struggled to stay in place.
As my orgasm ebbed, he pulled more pleasure out of me.
“Fuck. You taste like ambrosia,” he said.
I spun around, ripping my dress over my head and my underwear down my legs, discarding them both beside us. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, I ran my fingertips over his muscular chest and down to the fucking sexy V of his hips, pointing me toward the thing I desired most—his cock.
He hissed as I unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them and his boxers toward the floor as I knelt in front of him, his cock standing at attention. “You got to taste me. Now, it’s my turn.”
His eyes widened as I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, which was dripping. I lapped up his precum, fingering his balls as he groaned. “Shit, Kat. Please . . .”
Looking up at him, I met his eyes and grinned. “Now who’s begging?”
“Gladly. Please, Kat. Take me all the way in.” He hissed as I licked the tip again before swirling my tongue over the top. Without any further warning, I sucked his cock into my mouth as far as it could go, humming at the groans coming from him. Massaging his balls, I continued on his cock as his hands gripped the back of my head. He thrust into my mouth, and I loved the feeling of him. “Kat, I want to come inside you. Not here, but in that tight pussy of yours.”
I let his cock slide out of my mouth with a pop, because that was exactly what I wanted too. I pulled his pants and boxers the rest of the way down, and he kicked them off. Leading him to the couch, I pushed him down. “Sit.”
“Looking for another punishment? You’re so bossy,” he said, his eyes gleaming.
“You love it,” I said, my gaze dropping to his cock, still standing at attention. Straddling him, I braced my hands on the back of the couch, teasing him with my dripping entrance.
“You really do enjoy torturing me,” he said.
Harrison grabbed my hips, but I held firm, staring into his eyes. Instead of pulling me down over him, he waited, and it was fucking hot. I slid down an inch, taking in just the tip of him as he groaned. His hands shook, and there was no doubt in my mind that he wanted to take me the rest of the way. The fact that he held onto his restraint and let me lead was a fucking turn on. I hadn’t thought he could get more sexy, but here we were. He held on as I eased myself about halfway down before that restraint snapped and he thrust up into me, bringing my hips slamming down against him as he stretched me, filling me completely.
Letting out a cry of pleasure, I rode him, grinding against him and chasing that high. His cock rubbed against my clit, pushing me higher. Those hazel eyes locked onto me before he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me down to him. The kiss he placed on my lips was searing, causing my hips to thrust faster as his tongue slipped into my mouth. My heart accelerated, our skin-slapping symphony mixed with the sounds of our moans. Pulling my lips away, I shifted, biting into his shoulder as I came, him shuddering against me with his own release.
Our chests heaved as we remained in place, coming down. I kissed his neck before sitting back up to look at him, his cock still inside me. As I clenched my pelvic floor muscles around him, he shuddered. I chuckled as he rolled his eyes before kissing me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine before pulling back. Letting out a sigh of bliss, I ran my hand through his disheveled, sweaty hair. “How about a shower?”
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