I want You Deeper

I suck in a breath at the feel of his finger dancing along my skin and the way he’s so easily switched to calling me Jess. It feels so fucking intimate even though I’ve just met him. I kick off my shoes and gather my courage. Turning around, I look over my shoulder and say, “Can you unzip me?”

The side of his mouth quirks up in a grin as he runs his hands over my hips before slowly pulling my zipper down. When he catches sight of the black thong I’m wearing, I hear him let out a soft groan before my skirt falls to the ground.

“Thanks,” I say, loving the heat I see in his gaze. It’s intoxicating, and I want more. I want to see how crazy I can drive this sexy, older man.

He watches as I turn around and pull my shirt off, revealing the matching lacy bra that’s doing shit to hide how hard my nipples are. His eyes run over me, drinking in every inch of my body as I unhook my bra and let it drop.

The feral look in his eyes makes me bold enough to bend over and slide my thong down, revealing my smooth little pussy to him. When I’m completely naked before him, he runs a hand over his face and groans out a “Good god,” before giving his head a soft shake and trying to focus.

I smile and run my eyes over him. When I see the large bulge in his pants, my mouth drops open in surprise. Holy fuck, he’s huge!

It’s his turn to smile before turning to walk to one of the easels. He grabs it and brings it closer before going to grab a large sheet of paper. He comes back and clips it to the board how he wants it and grabs a stick of charcoal.

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“I prefer this.” He eyes me, and I can tell he’s looking at me like an artist now instead of a hungry man, and I don’t like it.

“How do you want me?” I ask, giving my bottom lip a soft suck.

He fights a grin and says, “Kneel for me.”

My body obeys him immediately. Before I even have time to think about it, I’m sliding to my knees and sitting back on my heels. When it’s not enough, I spread my knees and give him a better view. He quirks a brow at me but doesn’t say anything. He’s gone back to artist mode. I watch his arm move as he puts the first strokes on the paper, and then something takes over and he becomes immersed in it. I’ve never seen anything so sexy as Professor Reed sketching me. He’s so focused and in control, and the way his eyes are running over me makes it obvious that he’s seeing me in a way that no one else ever has. His attention is completely focused on me, and it’s so damn addictive. I can feel my pussy growing even wetter, and I wonder how long it will take me to form a small puddle beneath me.

“How long have you been teaching?” I ask, trying to take my mind off how horny I am.

“Since I was twenty-five.”

“How old are you now?”

He smiles and says, “A lot older than that.”

“Come on, tell me,” I say, making my voice a little pouty.

“Forty-one.” He watches my reaction, and when I let out a soft moan, he raises a brow in surprise but doesn’t stop sketching me.

“I bet you’re a great professor.”

“You think so, huh?”

I smile, remembering how gentle he’d been with me when I said I was too embarrassed to pose in front of the class. “I know so.”

“What made you decide to call me about posing?”

“I was trying to be brave.” I let out a harsh laugh. “I guess I failed.”

He stops and looks at me. “Jess, you’re naked and kneeling in front of a man you just met a few minutes ago. I’d say you’re incredibly brave.” His eyes run over me slowly. “And incredibly beautiful.”

I blush at the compliment, making him smile. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Incredibly,” he corrects. “Incredibly beautiful, and yes, I do.” My knees parted a bit wider, earning me another eyebrow raise.

“You need to hold still, Jess,” he says, and I’m pretty sure he’s using his professor’s voice on me, which is just hot as fuck.

He starts sketching me again, and I try my best to obey and stay still, I do, but there’s just something about him that makes it impossible to hold still. When I start to slide a hand up my inner thigh, he stills his hand and watches me with an intensity that has me so wet I can feel it dripping out of my pussy.

“Jess,” he warns, but there’s no stopping me now. My clit is so achy, and every part of my body is screaming out for him.

“I’m sorry, Professor Reed, but I can’t help it.”

“I need you to be a good girl and hold still for me.”

I let out a moan at the good girl comment and slide a finger into my wet pussy.

“Fuck,” he groans, watching me finger-fuck myself as the wet sounds fill the room. “You’re not being a very good girl for me.”

“I’m sorry,” I moan. “I want to be your good girl, Professor, but my pussy is so achy.”

“Then be a bad girl for me,” he says, putting up a new sheet of paper. “Fuck yourself, little girl, and I’ll sketch you are. I’ll show you exactly what a naughty little slut you are.”