Page 57 of Strictly Against Policy

“Yes,” she heaved.

I laughed as a moan rippled out of her when I dipped my hand lower to gather the wetness dripping from her aroused cunt. My fingers pet her pussy—up and down—in a soaking, sloppy mess. Lina mumbled a string of incoherent words as she gripped onto my forearm. Her panties were nothing but a thin piece of soaking lace, and it was obstructing what I wanted to do to her.

I pulled my fingers out from under the material, only to hook my fingers under the edge of that wet lace and rip it. The tear resounded through my car. Now, nothing hindered me as Lina lay raw and naked for me.

She gasped as I gathered her arousal again, trailing my fingers up to her engorged clit. I rolled it in between my thumb and index finger. A sharp moan slipped from her lips as she attempted to clasp her thighs together.

I clicked my tongue and punished her with a sharp bite to her earlobe, drawing another gasp from her. Her hips bucked into my slick fingers, and we both groaned together.

“You want me to make you feel good?” I asked.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered.

“Then, keep those legs spread open. I’m going to make you come for me, Lina,” I demanded in a low, guttural voice.

Her only answer was to swallow as she pushed her strong and powerful thighs into a tight clamp. A retaliatory glint in her eyes when she glanced at me. I hummed in disapproval, tugging my hand away from her and gently gripping her jaw. My wet fingers smeared her own arousal across her chin. With a pull, I forced her to look at me.

My lips pursed as I let out a disapproving click of my tongue. “Did you hear me? Keep your legs spread open.”

She whimpered in response, and my hold on her chin tightened just enough, but not to inflict pain. “I didn’t hear you. Use that tongue, Miss Lee.”

With a shuddering exhale, she breathed, “Yes, sir.”

I crashed my lips against hers in a biting and unrelenting kiss, nipping her bottom lip until I tasted blood. Her legs spread easily open for me at the onslaught. My name now was lost in her voice as my fingers slid back to its rightful place on her clit. Her muffled groan disappeared into my mouth as I pleased her.

“Say my name,” I demanded after I pulled my tongue away from her wet lips. I licked a trail down her jaw, tasting her sweet arousal across her skin.

“Jonathan.”

I grazed her jaw with my teeth. “Call me by my title, Miss Lee.”

She gasped, “Professor Lo.”

With one hand already flicking her clit, my other one slithered to the entrance of her pussy—stroking it again until she was purring, moaning, and whimpering. The slick wet sounds of her cunt cut loudly through the air, mixing with her uncontrollable, audible reactions. Her legs quivered, and she came with a roll of her eyes.

Her entire body seized tightly as her release pulled her mouth open in a soundless moan, morphing her face into a sensual, dazed look. The only sound she could make was a shuddering whimper as I pulled her face toward mine.

“Jonathan,” she eventually babbled between a string of incoherent words. “Jonathan.”

I kissed her, muffling the moans dripping out of her the same way her arousal did all over my pants. Echoes of her sloppy cunt became louder as she clung to me. I continued to stroke over her entrance.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked against her lips.

“Yes,” she whimpered, pushing my hand away from her clit. “Yes, it felt so good.”

Her hands touched my fingers playing with her entrance. She guided the tips into her hot and wet cunt, needy and desperate for more.

“Professor, please,” she begged, gasping for air. Her soft, wet walls welcomed me easily as she let out a pleading whine. “I want you inside me, Jonathan.”

Fuck me.

My cock began to ache, almost exploding at those words. I chuckled, kissing her temple and breathing in her soft scent of roses and sugar.

“You need to be careful with your verbiage, Miss Lee,” I said, prying her legs wider for easier access. “Or you may actually push me over the edge. You want me?”

“Yes, yes.”

“So fucking demanding.”