“Step into the room,” I growl low in my throat as the animal inside of me wins the war in my head. I don’t care what the consequences are. If Rosie will let me, I’m taking her. I’m stuffing her full. I’m spreading those thick thighs and I’m pressing into her until she’s begging me to stop.
She swallows, a hard lump visibly moving down her throat as she steps forward.
Don’t fucking do this, man! It’s fucked up! Your entire career is on the line!
Do it! You need her squirming beneath you! You need her sighs!
My cock stiffens hard as a rock, and I circle her curvy little frame like a wild fucking animal breathing in the scent of ginger and salt on her skin. I glance down at her pussy, watching the thin fabric turn color as her little crease dampens.
My heart rate explodes.
She’s wet for me. This young, tight, little angel is soaking fucking wet for me.
“Good girl,” I growl, my hand hovering over her shaking frame. “You came out here dressed like this for a reason, didn’t you?”
She nods slowly, innocently, like she’s not used to being talked to like this.
God, why does the innocence only make me want her more? It’s sick!
“What’s the reason you came out here, baby? Why are you in my house dressed like a little tease?” The second my honest, filthy thoughts are in the air, need digs into my chest with unwavering desperation.
“I came here to see what help you needed with the book, professor.” Her voice is quiet and shaky.
“You came to help me with the book dressed like that?”
She nods again, her soft lips dropping open this time as she squeezes her thighs together.
“I hate to disappoint you then,” I say as I step toward her, my breath on her neck as I circle her slowly. “Now I have much more pressing matters. You see, I left something out earlier when I asked you to help me.”
Her chest rises and falls quickly as I lose control of whatever ounce of rational thought I have left. “I need you to quiet the urges, Rosie. Can you do that for me? Can you follow my rules until the urges are gone?”
