Page 73 of Strictly Against Policy

The sound of my beating heart was all I heard as Jonathan kissed my other cheek. He pulled away to look at me with a tender smile, before kissing my lips and trailing down my neck.

With a suckle of each of my nipples, I arched into his blazing mouth. He said something against my wet skin, but I heard none of it. A question, I think. I moaned with a yes, not knowing whatever was going to happen next until his pink lips pulled into a Cheshire grin.

Suddenly, he pinned the back of my legs into my chest and lowered his tongue into my dripping core. I grabbed his damp hair and groaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He devoured me with loud moans and grunts, making me sloppier and messier than before. Arousal trickled down my butt cheeks and pooled onto my bedsheets.

“Yes, Lina, yes,” he murmured into me in low, sensuous vibrations. “I’m so fucking hungry, baby. Give it to me.”

My thighs were already shaking as he wrapped them tight around his head, allowing himself to bury deeper in me. Pleasure surged through me as I threw an arm over my mouth to muffle my moans.

My sensitive body cracked in half, and a river of my arousal spilled out with another roll of my eyes into my head. Jonathan laughed, slurped, and gulped at my joyous release as he continued to pummel me with his tongue and punish me with his mouth.

I yanked him off me with the sharp tug of his hair. My body was quivering from the onslaught of his mouth. He laughed and groaned, breaking away from me, his tongue dangling out of his mouth like a dog.

I snatched his chin again with a frown. “Behave,” I said with a gravelly voice.

He tilted his head to the side, coy, with a wide smirk on his face. “Or what, Miss Lee?” He pulled my hand away from his jaw and sat up on the backs of his heels, his shaft standing tall and proud again. He towered over me effortlessly. “I’m the professor here, remember?”

“Just because of that, you think you’re the one in charge? I’m the one who bestowed you that title, and I will take it back without hesitation.” I arched a rebellious brow at him.

Jonathan laughed, pumping his hard length tight and fast with his own hand. “No, Darling. I’m the one in charge here.”

I parted my lips to argue when he pressed his body against mine. With one hand guiding his length, he purposefully pressed the tip of his thick and heated dick against my clitoris. The pulse of his sex synced with mine, both of us throbbing in unison. When I looked back up at Jonathan, the corners of his lips pulled wide and dripped in pure arrogance.

He began grinding his hips against mine, angling his tip lower and gliding over my labia and clit. The guttural, primal groan that slipped out of me was a sound I’d never heard before. A flush seared across my cheeks when he chuckled, thrusting his length harder against me. I moaned again, gasping for a breath.

“Fuck, Lina. You sound so fucking hot.”

I could barely answer him as he drew his searing shaft over my aching bud again and again before guiding it lower to the entrance of my core. Never penetrating. Only sliding and slipping over my sensitive, drenched labia to my clitoris.

“J-Jonathan.”

He kissed me, never ceasing the way his tip drew over my sex. Our tongues intertwined messily with each hard thrust he gave me.

“I want you,” I said against his wet lips.

He pulled away slowly to hover over me, his gaze darting over every inch of my flushed cheeks and warm lips. “I want you, too, Lina.”

“This weekend,” I mumbled, swallowing thickly. “I⁠—”

I watched him—observing the way his jaw slackened, and his hard abdominal muscles contracted and relaxed with each harsh thrust he made against my clit. He began slapping the underside of his shaft against my labia. It was lewd, obscene, the wet smacks reverberating as he held my jaw with his other hand.

“Use your words, Miss Lee. I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me,” I breathed with a sob. “This weekend. I’m ready. I want it, Jonathan. I want it so badly.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard, noisy swallow. A muscle in his jaw feathered. Those eyes of his glazed over. One of his hands held my torso tightly while the other continued to grip his shaft, thrusting until his testicles pressed against my labia. The hand on my torso let go. He measured from where his tip pressed firmly against my belly button to where his testicles and my labia kissed.

“This is how deep my cock will be in your demanding cunt. Are you sure you’re ready for this stretch?” He hummed, thrusting with the same fast and hard motion.

I whined. “Yes. I’m ready.”

Jonathan chuckled, pulling his body away from me. “Be a good girl and show me. I want to see you fuck yourself for me.”

I took hold of his shaft, pumping it in a slow, tight clasp. “You better watch closely.”

He threw his head back and moaned as I gave him another methodical stroke. He shifted away, inch by inch, until he had a full view of me. I sat up and backed away until I lay against my pillows. I spread my legs wide open so he could see the entirety of my body, my face, and the expression I wore when I satisfied myself.

I whined at how sensitive I was with the ghostly caress of my fingers over my own sex. More kept dripping from my entrance despite the loss of Jonathan’s touch. Shivers quaked my body as I tapped my engorged clitoris for a moment.