Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“Now he owns it. So that means I have to have it.” She bent over and took my nipple into her mouth, making me squirm beneath her.
She stroked up my leg and ran her fingertips through the hair at my cleft before spreading my lips and sinking a finger inside.
“But-but- I don’t know if I can do this anymore. I’m afraid.” I’m afraid of how much I liked it.
She sank another finger inside me and bit my nipple lightly before raising her head up. “If you enjoy living in this apartment and you enjoy your fat bank account, you can.” She bent back down, sucking my other nipple, making the peak even stiffer against her soft tongue.
“I can,” I breathed.
“Good.” She withdrew her fingers and hiked up her skirt. Then she sank to the floor in front of me before spreading my knees wide and pulling my ass to the edge of the sofa. I could feel her breath against my opening. “You look so plump here. Almost bruised. Was he too rough with my baby girl?”
She kissed my inner thighs, once on each side before settling in at my pussy. I moaned at the feeling of her licking me, her tongue swirling expertly around my clit.
“He was rough with me.” And I loved it.
“Mmm.” She kissed and sucked my tender flesh, bringing my nerve endings alive again with each movement of her mouth. She pushed against my legs harder, as if she wanted to lick all the way to the very center of me, tasting every ounce of skin I had down there.
She reached up with one hand and pinched my nipple before rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. I couldn’t help the cry that escaped my lips.
When her tongue snaked inside my pussy, my hips bucked against her mouth.
“That’s it,” she said before returning to my clit and driving two fingers inside me.
Her furious strokes were bringing me so close to the edge that I gripped the edges of my robe for dear life. I couldn’t stop my hips from rising in their own rhythm, begging for her hot mouth.
She increased her speed, making my clit tingle with the force of her tongue and the pressure of her lips. With one final jerk of my hips I gave in to the tension that bloomed between my legs. The jolting waves of pleasure rocked through my body and I screamed as I came. I felt myself pressing her fingers deeper into me, though the touch of her tongue was what set me on fire. Peal after peal of bliss erupted through me until I was spent. Mrs. Stevens gave me one more lick before wiping her mouth on the hem of my robe and standing.
“He may own it, but I’m the one who can please it.”
“Yes ma’am,” I panted. After Professor Stevens and Mrs. Stevens, I was utterly destroyed and wandering in a satisfied haze.
“Tomorrow. Get it done tomorrow. He’ll want you even worse now that he’s had a taste. In his office. Understand? That’s the only way I can get it on video and nail him.”
She grabbed her bag and pulled out a lipstick. She repainted her lips to perfection without the benefit of a mirror. When she was done she laughed and gave me another long look. “Wouldn’t give me half in the prenup, would he? He’ll give me three quarters now and a divorce so I can play all I want.”
Chapter Five
Professor Stevens
I hadn’t been able to think about anything except Ms. Finnegan. Her taste, her smell, her sounds, the beautiful slashes of pink across her sore bottom, the way she took every inch of her discipline.
Serena didn’t seem to notice. Odd, she came to bed the previous night in a particularly jovial mood. She hadn’t snarked about my daydreaming, though, come to think of it, she had seemed more than a little preoccupied lately. I didn’t mind. It gave me more time to plan out how I would own Ms. Finnegan.
When I arrived at the university the next morning, I left a note in Ms. Finnegan’s student box to come see me in my office at noon. I went through the motions in my morning classes. I seemed to hand out fewer punishments. I supposed I was saving them all up for Ms. Finnegan.
By the time lunch arrived, my cock was already hard and eager. I forced myself to sit at my desk and wait patiently for her to come by. After all, I required discipline of everyone, including myself. I loosened my tie, pulled it off, and laid it across my desk.
At five past noon, there was a small knock on my door. I knew it was her from the tentative sound.
“Come in.”
She entered and closed the door behind her. Today she wore a button up top and a longer skirt. I smirked. None of that would stop me. Her big green eyes watched me, trepidation in them. Her anxiety was an aphrodisiac, hardening my length even more.