Ana
Oliver locks the door behind him and turns to me, conflict in his eyes.
I know what he’s thinking. This is a bad idea.
Totally. The worst. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going ahead with it. Like I said, live in the moment. What’s the worst that could happen? We fuck and things get awkward? Okay. I’m game. As long as I get the fucking part.
I turn and hop up on his desk, my fingers gripping the edge. I give him a devious grin. “So, about those boundaries. Tell me, professor, just why is it that some things are so taboo?”
He walks slowly toward me, shaking his head, his eyes boring into mine. “Right now I’m really not sure.”
I laugh and purse my lips. “I think the best way to find out would be to do a really in-depth experiment. You know, really go deep.”
Oliver laughs. “You, Ana, are a very dangerous woman.”
“You know,” I say, cocking my head as if I’m thinking seriously. “I think we need to make sure that you’re able to help me out with what I need. That we can work well together. In fact, I think we should probably make sure of that right now. It would be a shame if you weren’t able to help me.”
His eyes darken as he steps closer. Right between my legs that open up for him as he approaches. Inviting him in.
“I can give you everything you need, Ana. Don’t doubt that for a second.” His voice is low and almost threatening, and it sends a thrill through me that settles in my core, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.
“Show me.” I lift my chin as if it’s a challenge.
He rests his hands on my thighs, pushing them further apart. “Actually,” he says, his eyes dark with hungry desire, “I think that’s an excellent idea. I’m a firm believer in hands-on methods of instruction.”
“Oh, are you?” Hell yeah.
He backs up abruptly and pulls me off his desk, standing in front of me, feet spread wide. “On your knees.”
Oh my god. My breath whooshes out in a pant, and I immediately obey. This has taken a totally unexpected and thrilling turn. Fast. And I couldn’t be more excited.
“Now what, professor?”
He pretends like he’s thinking, but I can tell from the gleam in his eyes that he already knows what he wants. “Open wide and let me cum down your throat.”
Holy fucking hell. Yes. His words make my pussy even wetter than it already is as I look up at him, hastily freeing his straining cock from the confines of his pants.
This is insane. Totally crazy. All kinds of wrong. And I can’t get enough. I have to admit I didn’t expect him to be so willing to get dirty with me. Or so commanding. There is definitely a dirty side to this man, even more than I suspected. I want to dig in and discover all of it.
So I do. First, I lick up the underside of his shaft from base to tip, slowly, teasingly, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. Then I take him in my mouth, going down on him as far as I can and making up the difference by wrapping my fingers around the base.
I begin to work my head up and down, hollowing out my cheeks and making my mouth as wet and tight as possible. I feel a thrill go through me as I continue to suck him off.
“Fuck, Ava. You feel so good,” he grinds out, plunging his fingers into my hair as he fucks my face. “Such a bad girl. I’m going to cum in that naughty mouth and make you swallow every last drop of my cum.”
I moan, wanting that too. His dirty words turn me on so much that I have to touch myself, the throbbing in my clit unbearable. I reach down and unbutton my shorts.
“So, so good,” he growls again, pulling my hair just how I like it, knowing somehow that it turns me on even more. He keeps right on thrusting into my mouth, hard and fast.
I groan around his cock, and he shudders slightly before looking down at me. “Are you touching yourself right now? Because you better be fucking touching yourself when I cum down your throat.”
I moan again and immediately shove my hand inside my shorts so he can watch as I play with my clit. It doesn’t take either of us long before we’re on the verge.
But I want more. I need more. I need his cock.
I finger fuck myself furiously, giving him the same treatment with my mouth. I can’t decide what I want more, him to spin me around, bend me over his desk, and fuck me from behind until I cum, or for him to release himself in my mouth.
Turns out, I don’t have to decide, because the next thing I know, he’s gripping my head, his cock throbbing in my mouth as jet after hot, salty jet hits the back of my throat.