Page 101 of Wicked Little Secret
He reaches under me and his fingers glide along my folds to collect my juices. Next, his fingers find my clit to rub circles.
It only takes a few before I’m coming undone.
I cry out as my orgasm ripples through me and the heaviness from the plug applies a new level of pressure.
“Yes,” Professor Adler drawls, feeling me shudder against him. He sinks two fingers into me and my back arches. “Fingers in your pussy. A plug in your ass. Miss Oliver, you are so fucking filthy, so fucking gorgeous like this.”
My one orgasm multiplies into two as he pumps his fingers inside me and then twists the plug in myrear hole.
Heat licks its way through my body and I break apart in another deep quake.
“Too much?” he whispers, nibbling at my ear, fingers knuckle deep in my pussy. “I can’t wait to fuck your pussy with my cock. Feel that little plug buried in your ass.”
“P-Professor… oh my… god!”
It’s all I can say right now as I slump in his arms, my head propped up against the hard line of his shoulder.
“Later, Miss Oliver. That’ll come later.”
All at once, his fingers are gone from my pussy and my skirt’s righted.
He steps back in appraisal as I stand, wobbling.
He grins, the devilish glint in his eyes shining through his glasses. “Now, time for class.”
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DIRTY LITTLE SECRET - NESSA BARRETT
Heather frownswhen she takes her seat beside me in class. “Nyssie, why are you sitting like that? Cramps? Such a bitch, right?”
I swallow against the thick feeling in my throat and give a stiff nod. “Yep.”
“I’ve probably got some Midol. You should’ve ditched like I do. Who cares about mens rea or whatever?”
Heather’s words go in one ear and out the other. My focus is on getting through the next hour and a half.
The plug’s so deeply entrenched in my ass that no matter how I sit in my desk, I can feel it. But my skirt’s so short and I’m without panties, so I’m preoccupied on multiple fronts. I clear my throat and grip the edges of the table, my posture straight as a board.
The rest of the class has finished sliding into their seats. Professor Adler enters no less than a second later, commanding the attention of the room.
The breathlessness I’ve been feeling only intensifies at the sight of him.
Andthe secret that hangs between us.
It’s a wicked little secret that just might be our undoing.
In a room of twenty-four people, we’re the only two who know about the plug inside me. We’re aware of just what we were up to minutes ago in his office.
He tosses down the two textbooks he’s carrying with him. The heavy books produce a loud thud hitting the hard wooden surface. Several students like Hannah Fochte in the front row flinch. The bespectacled, green-haired girl stares at him as if she’s about to flee the room.
His energy transforms the entire vibe in the room. His frustration becomes its own feeling that surfs the air and prompts a few people to exchange glances.
But what no one knows is that his frustration is my frustration—as Professor Adler straightens his glasses and peers at the room with a clenched jaw,I’mclenching too. I’m clutching the small L-shaped surface of my desk and squirming as subtly as possible in my seat.
My pussy, still so slick and wet, throbs away. The soreness in my backside refuses to be forgotten while the dull ache the plug creates feels like cruel torture.