Dear Professor(22)

“Jordan.” His hand cupped my cheek, sliding down. His fingertips trailed down my neck and skimmed across my collarbone.

I took a deep breath as they came perilously close to my cleavage.

“You call me Jordan because then you’ll remember who you belong to. Every time I call, text, e-mail, it’s Jordan.” He released that one lock of hair only to fist it at the back of my head.

With a gasp, I found my mouth barely a breath away from his.

“Every time you’re here, with me, it’s Jordan. Especially when you’re coming, Darcy. Whether my fingers are fucking you, whether my tongue is tasting your sweet cunt, or whether my cock is inside you. When you come, you call me by my name.”

Oh my God.

Heat flushed through my body so quickly that I thought I’d implode from his words. They were so blunt, so to the point… So fucking hot. My body was reacting to them and the only thing he’d done remotely sexually was grab my hair like he was punishing me for something.

And damn it, I liked it. I liked the sting that was tingling across my scalp.

“Is that all?” I asked scratchily, hoping it was but, at the same time, praying that it wasn’t.

“No.” He closed the distance between our mouths.

The kiss was hungry. He wasted no time as he unleashed a hectic assault that tasted like desperation upon my lips. I was powerless as he took every ounce of control I had and some I hadn’t known existed. I was putty in his fucking hands, as with every brush of his lips, he sent lust thundering through my body.

It centered in one place.

My pussy.

My clit throbbed, and I wanted to squirm to rid myself of the severe ache between my legs. But he didn’t let up. Not once. He continued to fight my tongue with his and tug my hair until I whimpered in his mouth.

Then, and only then, did he take his mouth from mine. His lips ghosted across my jaw as they moved to my ear. His hot breath tickled my hair as he took a moment before he said, “Are you wet, sweet thing?”

I could only nod.

“Say it. I didn’t fucking hear you.”

“Yes,” I managed to get out.

“Good.”





He smiled against her skin. He’d meant it when he’d said, “Good.” He wanted her wet. He wanted to know just how easily she could go from defiant to submissive—not that he’d thought for a second that she was submissive. That was something she could learn though. Even if he had to keep dangling her life over her head.#p#分页标题#e#

Darcy’s chest heaved, and he heard her low whoosh of breath. She was trying to control her breathing, but she was doing a damn awful job at it. For all of her skills in front of the camera, she was really fucking bad at acting.

Just like earlier, when she’d told him that she wasn’t nervous. He could smell the fear coming off her, and it excited him in a way he didn’t understand. She was so different than the others.

He wondered if her sluttish tendencies were skin-deep or if they sank right down to the bone.

He was going to find out, sooner or later.

Jordan teased his fingertips down over her chest, finally moving them over the curve of her breasts. He wanted to rip her shirt off, throw her bra away, and see them. He wanted to know if they were as perfect off camera as they were on, but there was time for that. He could be patient for her tits.

What he wasn’t patient for was a taste of her. And a taste of her he’d get. Right now.

“Darcy, Darcy, Darcy,” he murmured, gliding his mouth back across her jaw. “How wet are you for me?”

Her response was a series of quick, short breaths. He’d take that as a “very wet.”

He massaged her breast and, after nudging her head back with his nose, dropped his mouth to her neck. Her skin was so fucking soft.

“I’m going to taste you. I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re writing beneath me and fucking my face and begging to come.”

Her gasp was small, but he heard it. He could tell that she liked the dirty talk. He wanted to know how much, so instead of giving in to a little temptation and running his tongue over her nipples, he moved right down her body until the button of her shorts was at his eye level.

He glanced up at her. A pinkish tinge was flushing up her body, leaving patchy signs of her desire on her skin. The sight made his cock harden. To know that she wanted him…

It was an intense rush of power… A power he had over her. One he could use and manipulate to his heart’s content. He wouldn’t hurt her. He would never do that. But he could push her…

He undid the button of her denim shorts and grasped the waistband. He tugged them down her long legs until they were on the floor next to him, and all he could see when he looked up was the hint of dark-purple lace against her skin. He wasted no time as he slid his hands up the insides of her thighs and spread them. Then, grasping her legs tightly, he pulled her down until her neck was arched over the arm of his sofa.