Page 75 of The Professor's Wife

My teeth clenched as her breast came free.

So fucking hot. Her perfect fucking tits.

I dropped my head and took her nipple into my mouth as I returned my hand to her pussy. This time, I slipped beneath her underwear and parted her slick folds, running the tips of my fingers over her clit and opening.

She bucked again, moaning into the air as I feverishly sucked her nipple and stroked her.

Gentle.

Never fast.

Daisy responded when I took my time and built her up. Only when she reached the crest of pleasure, when she was right there at the edge, did I slide my middle finger deep inside her, filling her as she convulsed.

“Tristan,” she moaned.

It made me deliriously desperate, hearing my name on her lips when she came.

Her tight walls trembled around my finger, pulsing with her orgasm as she cried out, her nipple still caught between my lips.

I swiftly slipped my finger out, tucked her perfect tits back into her bra, and pulled the dress over her.

As she lay there in ecstasy, her eyes shut and her red mouth parted, I sucked my finger, groaning at the taste of her. As much as I liked touching her, I would have preferred my mouth doing the work, if only so I could lap at her wetness.

You’re fucking me up.

She was.

Truly.

I dropped down beside her and rubbed at my face, unable to concentrate on anything but Daisy. I wanted to hold her, kiss her again, lick at her skin—

I was turning into a fucking animal.

I clenched my hands and resisted as my cock strained against my pants.

Then I felt her hands.

I stopped breathing as she undid my pants, pulling down my zipper with shaky fingers. I looked down at her. Her hair was wild, her cheeks red and full of heat.

I wanted to savor this moment.

Remember her face.

Have it imprinted in my memory forever.

She was so fucking beautiful.

She freed my cock and wrapped her pretty little mouth around it. She sucked it like a fucking lollipop, and I jolted beneath her, shocked by how abruptly she took me. By how fucking hot and spontaneous this was.

Pleasure pulsed through me. I shook, my teeth clenched as she refused to slow down. I grew harder as she edged me closer, drinking down my precum and accepting every inch she could fit into her mouth.

Just the sight of her—this modest fucking beauty with the sad eyes—doing this to me drew me painfully close to erupting.

My hand flew to her head. She tensed a little, but then relaxed as I gently ran my fingers through the strands of her hair.

She seemed to like that.

She sucked me harder, and I groaned, shaking and flustered and dizzy with pleasure.