Page 114 of Wicked Little Secret
How could he pass up the chance?
I’m bracing for impact when instead I feel the wet heat of his mouth. I flinch at the sensation being so different and abrupt than expected, then relax once I realize he’s kissing his way up the back of my thighs.
He fills his palms with my ass cheeks, his grip firm and powerful.
A sharp shiver shoots up my spine at the thought of what he’s capable of with those hands.
His mouth and tongue.
His huge, thick cock.
Professor Adler kisses and nibbles at my thighs, coming up to my ass that’s on display. He releases a groan as he squeezes my flesh and spreads kisses along the round, curvy shape of my cheek.
I try to take in a breath but find myself short.
The anticipation’s killing me. Every slow, warm kiss of his feels like worship. It feels like the build up to what will soon have me begging him, like he promised.
I shuffle in place on my hands and knees, doing my best to taper how my body reacts to him. My pussy refuses tolisten, throbbing away, making me aware how empty I am, and how desperately I want to be filled…
His teeth sink into my ass cheek in a teasing bite that elicits a squeal out of me. He bites into the soft flesh of my ass like he can’t resist. Then follows up with more kisses and flicks of his tongue. His hands squeeze my cheeks harder as he goes, making it clear he’s nowhere near done with me yet.
The alternating wet kisses, firm bites, and rough gropes become too much.
It’s so many different sensations at once that I can hardly take it.
I hang my head and moan along as his tongue returns. He runs the flat side of it along the cleft of my backside, then dips in between.
He licks and flicks at the sensitive space ’til he’s at my puckered hole doing the same.
“Oh… Theron!” I whimper before I can choose my words wisely.
He stops immediately. “Who?” he growls.
“Pro-professor!” I gasp. “Professor!”
But it’s already too late. His palm slams against my ass and my body jerks forward on my hands and knees. His fingers grip my flesh so hard, it’s enough to bruise as I feel him at my rear hole again.
Not his tongue but his fingers.
“OH!” I cry out as I feel his saliva wet me and then he slides a finger inside. My arms quake at the intrusion that still feels like a lot to take, even after the experiments we’ve done with the plugs. I bite my lips and tune into how it feels to have him inside me in a whole new way.
He pumps his digit, then returns with his mouth and tongue.
It becomes impossible to predict.
He eats my ass like he’s eaten my pussy—with a level of eagerness that has his tongue and mouth making my entire body shake.
The ticklish sensation at my rear hole warms into hot pleasure as a flush breaks out on my brown skin. He opens me up using his finger before returning with his tongue and thentwofingers.
I find myself grinding back against him in a plea for more.
More of his wet tongue and nibbling bites. More of his fingers slipping deep.
I’m close, my pussy tingling and dripping with arousal. If he just uses a little more tongue…
Right when I’m about to fall apart and come, he stops. I feel him shift behind me on the bed and then I hear the drawer sliding open again. The crinkle of plastic tells me what he’s grabbed and where this is headed next.
Though, I’m blindfolded, I glance over my shoulder. When I speak, I sound winded. “Professor…”