I smile. I can see her being like that. Seizing every moment and every opportunity. It’s intriguing, just like the rest of her. I like how easy and free she seems.
Doesn’t mean I like the idea of some other guy putting his hands on her, though. Or in her.
I groan, tipping my head back. She felt so good coming on my fingers in my office. I want her on my cock next time.
I grab my phone, scrolling through the dirty texts she sent me earlier, shaking my head and laughing. She’s something else. I start to send her a text, then think better of it. I need to focus. Get some work done.
Yeah. Right.
By midnight, I’m just a jittery, horny mess, strung out on coffee and the need to get my hands on that girl. I gave up trying to work on my dissertation hours ago.
Maybe I need to get out. Go grab a drink or something. I’m almost out the door when my phone buzzes. I grab it and open up the message.
Ana: I think I need some extra credit.
I grin and tap out a quick response.
Me: I think your performance has been perfect so far.
Ana: Maybe I’m an overachiever.
She definitely gives it her best.
Me: Did you have something particular you’d like to work on improving?
I laugh out loud at the naughty professor games we’re playing.
Ana: Yeah. I think I want to go deeper.
Me: I promise I can go very deep.
Ana: Where are you?
Does she mean tonight? My dick jumps to life. Ready to go at the mere prospect.
Me: Thought you were at a concert?
Ana: My friend ditched me to bang the lead singer.
Well okay then. I text her my address.
Ana: Be there in twenty.
Looks like my night is taking an unexpected turn. One I certainly won’t complain about.
Twenty minutes later she’s standing in my doorway, looking all kinds of fuckable in a short skirt, tight shirt, and black boots. I grab her hand and yank her inside.
I don’t even say anything. Just grab her face and press my lips to hers. She responds instantly. Hungry. Needy. Crawling over me as much as I’m crawling all over her. Like we can’t get close enough fast enough.
I know there’s a scientific explanation for it, but it feels like more than that. Like something between me and Ana is combustible. Undeniable. Our bodies are drawn to each other, but there’s another connection there. In just a couple of days, I’ve seen enough of what’s beneath the surface to know that she’s an intriguing mess of contradictions that I want to lose myself in.
But right now, I want to lose myself inside her body. The one writhing against me, pressing against my throbbing cock.
I grab her thighs and hoist her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. I slam her back against the wall, holding her there with my body while my hands work her shirt over her head and toss it aside. Her bra follows right behind, leaving her full tits right there for the taking.
I close my mouth over her hard, pink nipple, pulling at it with my teeth while I pinch the other between my fingers. She gasps, squeezing her legs tighter. Pulling me even closer as if she can’t get close enough.
“Need you, Oliver,” she pants as my lips seal over her tit, sucking hard until she’s grinding on me, desperate for friction.
“I’m going to make you cum all night, baby. Don’t you worry. Over and over and over again.”
She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. Hooking an arm under her ass and another up and around her neck, I carry her to my bedroom.
“You ready for this, Ana? You ready for my cock?”
I set her on the bed and rid myself of my clothes, standing in front of her naked. She scrambles up from the bed and crawls toward me, running her hands all over my body as if she can’t touch me enough.
“I’m so ready for it. I want it so bad.”
I groan. She’s so perfect. Ready and willing and wild and wanting.
I yank her boots off and pull her skirt down right after until all she’s wearing are deep red lace panties. So fucking sexy. I peel them slowly down her thighs, then lift them to my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Her eyes go wide and dark, her breath coming out in heaving, needy gasps.
I wink. “You ready for that extra credit?”
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Am I ever. I’m ready to take any and every assignment Oliver is willing to give me. And when I look down at his cock, so thick and straight, I know he’s definitely going to go deeper, just like he teased earlier. But it’s no joke. The man is huge, and I know he’s going to hit me in all the right places once he’s inside of me.
I can’t stop looking at him, touching him, kissing him. He guides me back on the bed, whispering, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”
“Close your eyes,” he says when he comes back to me. I do, then I feel him press something small against my lips. “Trust me. Taste this and tell me what you think it is.”