Page 13 of Anatomy Lessons

He closes my fingers around it, and I gasp. So warm. So hard. Harder than I ever could have expected.

“The anatomical word is penis or phallus,” he says, as though he has to remind me that he’s my teacher. “But those don’t sound as good.”

A giggle skips from my lips as I bite my lip and look up at him. His gaze is hypnotic. I can’t believe what I’m doing right now. It’s thrilling. But at the same time, when I look back down at his cock, a sliver of doubt works its way through me.

“That…can fit inside me?” I ask.

Clark smiles with his eyes and cups my chin with his hand. “Angel, your little virgin pussy will stretch around my thick cock, and you’ll love every second of it.”

His words are almost too much. My head is soaring, but he must see something in my reaction that I don’t even realize. His eyes narrow, and he gently strokes his fingers through my hair.

“But we don’t have to do that now, angel. This is only your first lesson.”

Wow, Professor Durand is definitely a mind reader. I didn’t even realize it, but I’m nervous all of a sudden. Before I stepped into his office, I knew absolutely nothing about any of this. I’m learning, and I’m trying my best, but as much as I want to be naughty and please him, part of me wonders if going all the way is moving too fast.

But I don’t want to stop here. No way. I have my fingers wrapped around his cock, and I don’t need anyone to tell me that he’s gigantic. My mouth is watering as I look down at it and gently move my fingers up and down, causing a low rumble deep in his stomach like a lion stalking its prey.

“You used your mouth on me, Professor,” I whisper. “Can I do the same to you?”

9

MAISY

Clark’s thick, warm cock pulses in my hand, and he presses his lips to mine. There’s ownership in his kiss, which washes away any hesitation still hiding inside me, leaving me with nothing but desire—the desire to please. To serve.

I want to be a bad, good girl for him.

“I’ll show you just what to do, Maisy,” he growls, slipping his powerful fingers around the back of my head. With just the right mixture of tender dominance, he forces me down before him so I’m kneeling submissively, staring right at the swollen tip of his cock.

“That…can’t fit in my mouth,” I say, my eyes on him.

He pats my head gently and nods. “Yes it can, angel. You’ll do fine. Just open wide and watch your teeth.”

His cock is beautiful. I am prickling all over, and my pussy is tingling as I lean in and obey his instructions. I open my jaw as wide as it will go. The last thing I want to do is hurt him. I take a deep breath as I stretch my lips over his swollen tip. A sweet and salty taste caresses my tongue. He must see my reaction in my eyes.

“That’s called pre-cum, baby,” he says, his fingers massaging my scalp. “Just like your arousal. And if you’re a good girl and do a good job sucking me, I’ll give you more cum. A whole mouthful.”

His words send shivers through me, and the urge to please him skyrockets. My whole body scorches as he unbuttons his shirt to reveal sculpted abs and the entirety of his muscled chest. This isn’t the physique of a professor. He could be a bodybuilder.

“Now go up and down just like this,” he says, his voice deep and firm as he guides me with his hand, his fingers firmly threaded through my hair. I do as I’m told and go down, taking his swollen girth deep. Clark tilts his head back and lets out a groan that ignites something brand new in me.

That sound…that beautiful rumble that rolls from his lips. It’s praise. Praise for me. It’s affirmation that I’m doing well. I’m doing something right.

The way he pleasured me with his tongue, now I’m doing the same thing to him. My pussy pulses with desire, and without being told, I reach down between my legs and press a finger to my clit.

My body bucks as the sensation hits me, and I suck harder, taking more of his cock down my throat. I want it all. I want to prove to him that even though I’m a virgin, an innocent, I can perform. I can please him. I can be the woman he wants me to be.

My gag reflex kicks in, but I force it back down. No, not right now. I don’t stop going down on him until my top lip presses against the skin of his lower abs and my bottom lips against his—

“My balls,” he growls. “All the way down to my balls, you good little girl. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

Somehow, I manage to nod, holding his cock down my throat and looking up at him as my eyes begin to water. I’ve never been prouder of myself in my life.

It’s all the way down.

I can feel his massive girth stretching my throat out. I should be choking, but I’m not!

“Mmm-hmmm,” I moan, staring up at him like the naughty girl I am.