Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“I…had no idea…” she pants, her voice raw. “My friends were right. I’ve been missing out.”
“I know.”
She hesitates, like she’s unsure if she should say what comes next. But she says it anyway. “Can it—can we do that again?”
The responsible answer is no. That’s what I should say. “No, that’s enough for one session, Miss Monroe.” I should hand her notebook back to her, walk home, and look at myself in the mirror.
This behavior is completely unacceptable from a man in my position.
“Yes,” I say, unable to contain myself. I’m not the man I was when I woke up this morning. “We can do all that again.”
To my surprise, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a small, rectangular box. There’s a Post-It note stuck to the front with a scribble that says: READ THE INSTRUCTIONS!!
Jessie holds it out to me, cheeks flushed and beads of sweat on her brow. “My friends got me this, and I…well I don’t quite know how to use it. I could figure it out myself, but—”
“No.” I smirk when I see what she’s holding. A vibrator. Pink. Still in the box. “I’ll show you how to use it.”
Using my Leatherman, I slice open the shrink-wrap with surgical precision and remove the device. It’s obviously expensive. Her friends chose well. I twist the knob to its lowest setting, and a soft hum fills the room.
“This device provides external stimulation, Jessie,” I tell her, pressing it gently to the inside of her wrist so she can feel what’s coming. Her eyes go wide. “Most people don’t know this, but vibrators were created in the late nineteenth century as a medical diagnosis to cure ‘hysteria’ in women.”
“R-really?”
“It wasn’t until the nineteen-sixties that they emerged as what they truly are.” I hold it mere centimeters from her tender, swollen button. “Pleasure toys.”
“I see…” Her voice is just a breath. She’s too adorable to handle. I’m licking my lips like a dog as I stare up at her.
“It does what my tongue just did. Only it doesn’t get tired.”
Her lips twist into a coy smile. “Your tongue didn’t seem to get tired.” The earnestness of her observation hits me like a fist.
“Oh, it wasn’t,” I reply hungrily. “But this device will help you understand your own body. Not just what I can do to it, but what it’s capable of.”
Snatching her by the hips, I lift her out of the chair and onto the edge of my desk. She goes easily, allowing her legs to slide apart, giving me a perfect view of her pretty pussy.
I tug her neckline down and expose the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. Two perfect, milky mounds with delicate pink nipples that send my appetite soaring.
Then I lower the vibrator down to her, setting it against her clit. Her entire body snaps like a live wire. “Oh my God—”
Nodding, I smile down at her. “And that’s just the lowest setting.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“There are six more.”
She looks down, taking in the show, but as I apply more pressure, her head falls back, and she clutches on to the desk for dear life. I keep the toy steady and slide my fingers back inside, curling them against her G-spot.
She grabs my shirt again and nearly twists it into pieces as she pulls me close enough that our foreheads press together. I inhale deeply, drinking her scent, feeling every single wonderful tremor that runs through her.
“Professor—”
“Call me August,” I tell her.
“August.” Her voice is soft and muffled as she speaks into my chest. “I think I’m going to—”
“Yes you are,” I reply, twisting the power up one setting. Just one notch and her nails dig into the fabric of my shirt, pressing into my skin. “Let it happen. Your body knows just what to do. Trust it.”
“I do. I trust you, August,” she says. Her words nearly knock me out. She does. I can see it. This girl who I just met this morning trusts me completely.
Her third orgasm builds quickly and powerfully. I feel her body tighten beneath me, hear her breath go shallow and stuttered. I feel her thighs begin to shake and hear the things on my desk begin to rattle. I press down on her with my body, my cock screaming to be where my fingers are.
No. Not yet. She still has much to learn.
“Come for me, Jessie. Come.”
And then she lets go.
She arches off the desk, screaming my name, her juicy cunt locking my fingers so hard that I groan back, holding her through the entirety of her climax. Every wave, every tremor, every involuntary contraction as she clenches down again and again, weeping moans of pleasure that I will hear in my head for the rest of my life.
When she finally begins to come down, she’s quivering from head to toe, and her face is soaked with tears. She clutches me, hanging on like I’m the only solid thing in a world which has turned to vapor around her.