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She shakes her head again. “N-no…”
That’s right. I’ll be the first one.
“That ends right now.”
It turns out she is wearing underwear. A tiny, thin pair of white panties. I hook my fingers under the waistband and pull. She lifts her hips again, helping me remove them.
Her face is peach-red now, and her breath is fast and shallow. I’m definitely sweating as my eyes land on the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
A tiny, untouched, bare, pink slit. Jessie’s pussy.
“Mr. Holt,” she says. Christ, I might never recover from this, and we’ve barely gotten started. “No one has ever seen me like this—”
“No? Then why do you shave?” I demand, a hint of anger rising in my chest.
She chokes on her words, then quickly stammers back. “I dunno. My friends all said that’s what you do… Is it okay?”
The burning sensation dissipates. I shake it off and take a deep breath. “Yes, baby. It’s okay. In fact, it will make today’s lesson much easier.”
4
AUGUST
No one will ever seeher like this again. She’smine.
My self-restraint is quickly crumbling. I lean in and press my mouth to the soft skin on the inside of her knee, causing her entire body to jolt.
“I–I’m sorry,” she apologizes. But I shush her.
“It’s just an involuntary response from your nervous system. Don’t be embarrassed.”
She nods quickly, her tits heaving with each breath.
I kiss higher, relishing the smooth warmth of her intimate skin. By the time I’ve reached my goal, she’s no longer jumping at the touch of my lips. But that’s about to change.
I inhale deeply, drenching my lungs with her feminine scent. My eyes close as I embed it into my memory. Christ, I could stay here forever—lap at her sweet hole until the universe comes to an end.
The first lick, however, is slow. Just getting her used to it.
She gasps as I part her smooth pussy lips with my tongue and drag it up from her soaked entrance to the bundle of nerves I just lectured her about. I’mso delicatewhen I reach it, but she still jerks so violently that the chair scoots back an inch.
I snatch her hips and pull her back against me.
“Now let me show you what all those nerve endings do.”
I eat her unclaimed pussy with a hunger I can no longer contain. I try to be gentle but fail miserably. Her taste is heaven. Like something I’ve been starving for without even realizing I was hungry. She’s sweet and juicy, but most of all, she’smine.
As her arousal drips down my cheeks and chin, I close my lips around her clit and start sucking.
Her hips jolt off the chair like she’s been electrified.
“Oh my God, oh my God—”
“That’s your clitoris, Miss Monroe,” I whisper, keeping my mouth against the tender bundle. Yes, I’m going to narrate this to her. I may be a man wrapped up by a fevered desire, but I am still her professor. I’m still giving her a lesson. “There’s even more internally, known as the—”
“Professor—”she cries out, and I stop talking. I use my mouth for what it’s meant for.
She grabs my hair with both fists as she comes. Her thighs clamp down around my head, and a moan pours out of her lips that I feel all the way through me. The desperate, shocked sound of a woman who has just discovered a secret of life that no one bothered to tell her about.
