“I want you too, Professor Marchesi.”
“Well, fuck…” he muses. “What part of me do you want, Miss St. Claire?”
“I want your cock. Can I have it?”
“Where?” A predatory look enters his eyes.
“My mouth. I want to taste you.” I’ve never been so eager to do a thing like that. There’s never been anybody to interest me in such a way. Not until this man. With him I want everything. All of him and any part of him I can get my hands on.
“I’m all yours, Bellissima,” he answers and spreads his arms wide. “You’ll have to take my clothes off for me if you want my cock.”
He’s like the devil waving temptation in front of me.
“Okay, Professor,” I coo, and he gives me that sexy smile.
Shit,my damn hands are shaking as I reach for the first button on his shirt. Not from nerves though. They’re shaking with eagerness and excitement to have him. I’m eager to take his clothes off and be this way with him. It’s one more thing to add to my own conquests of this man.
I undo all the buttons and appreciate the view of his torso and all those gorgeous tattoos.
I’m like a kid in a candy shop when I push the shirt down his shoulders and I get to work on his pants next. I undo the belt buckle and it clinks, next is his zipper on his fly, and damn, my mouth waters when his pants drift down his legs to the floor.
He helps me out by stepping out of them and taking off his shoes.
Him standing before me in his boxers is like an erotic scene from a dream that would land a girl in confessional for a year.
With that panty-melting smile, he stares at me, reaches for my hand, and presses it to his cock so I can feel his thick length through the cotton of his boxers.
“Finish the job, Bellissima. It’s only so long I can stand here looking at you like this before I claim that body of yours.”
Breathe, Paige… this is real. He’s real.I have to stop zoning out to check.
I run my tongue over my bottom lip and push the waistband of his boxers down his hips and down further until I free his cock. It juts toward me long and thick, ready to claim me just as he said.
He steps out of those too and kicks them aside to join the rest of our clothes.
We’re both naked now, and he’s mine to enjoy.
I get down on my knees and take hold of his cock. It feels so good in my hands. It grows and strains at my touch, and excitement bubbles within me that I can make a man like him react this way.
Me… he’s aroused for me. His body is reacting this way just for me.
I’ll never forget this. No matter what happens, no matter who I’m with. This moment is something I’ll commit to my memory forever.
I lower and lick over the fat mushroom head of his cock. A little pre-cum seeps out, and I take it, getting my first taste of him. It’s salty and male. It tastes of sex and strength, dominance and power. That’s him.
I take him into my mouth and relish the truly glorious feel of his length sliding between my lips.
Holy fuck, this feels so good, and the look on his face of pure male pleasure encourages me to continue. Continuing arouses me, and I’m wet all over again. So wet and aroused I grab my breasts and start massaging my nipples.
“Let me do that for you, baby,” he says, leaning forward to take control. With his hands massaging my breasts, I suck him hard and make use of my hands by caressing his balls.
I sense the moment when it becomes too much for him because he stops massaging me and laces his fingers through my hair. He holds me closer and starts pumping into my mouth, fucking my face, and I take him in deep, deep into my mouth, as deep as I can go to the point of choking.
He starts fucking my face hard then pulls out and grabs my arm roughly.
James pulls me to stand and bends me over the desk.
On my next breath, he holds me down and plunges into my pussy, slamming into me so deep he’s buried to the hilt.