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“Just like this,” he purrs. “Only instead of my finger, it would be my cock, spreading you open so I could slide deep inside.”

The sensation is delicious, like I’ve just eaten the best dessert of my life. My whole body aches for more of his touch. That naughty girl inside me is crying out, starting to take over.

“But there’s something else I need to teach you about, Maisy,” he growls. I shiver as he removes his finger and drags it slowly up. “It’s called the clitoris, and for most women, it’s the most sensitive and pleasurable part of their anatomy.”

His other hand takes hold of my thigh and squeezes, like he’s making sure I don’t go anywhere. Like he’s preparing me for something. I feel like a kettle about to boil over as his finger, now wet from my arousal, continues up, making my skin tingle as my body begs for more.

“Now let me show you how to make yourself feel good, gorgeous,” he groans, his eyes narrowing with hunger.

And then it happens.

His finger presses something so sweet and so delicate between my legs that I cry out. I have to clamp a hand over my lips to muffle the sounds escaping my throat. We’re in his office. I can’t go screaming at the top of my lungs. People will hear.

But it’s almost impossible to control myself. The amount of pleasure that flows through me as he makes tiny circular motions over my clitoris is almost too much to comprehend. It’s like a bolt of sizzling hot lightning straight through my core, causing my legs to shake and my pussy to throb.

I feel instantly dirty, naughty, filthy. All the things I’ve been told my whole life to not be. And I can’t help but smile as the hot waves of delight roll through me, melting into my body, introducing me to a pleasure I’ve never felt before.

My jaw drops and my back arches off the couch as he continues to play with me. Sasha has made little jokes here and there about what I was missing out on, but I never could have imagined it would be like this. I’m wetter than I was before. The cushion beneath me is damp against my butt and thighs. Clark growls and leans closer. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow brushes against my skin.

“Do you know what oral sex is, Maisy?”

My eyes snap down to him. Seeing him down there, looking up at me with such a powerful gaze ignites my arousal.

“Like…with your mouth?” I whimper.

He nods, showing his teeth as he smiles. “That’s right. Would you like me to show you what it’s like?” My heart is pounding in my chest. My body is shaking with anticipation. “Would you like me to lick your perfect pussy, Maisy?”

Professor Durand sits up, leans in, and presses his lips to mine. My first kiss. Everything shifts. I moan, rapidly losing the ability to process thoughts.

“Perfect and mine,” he whispers, his voice strong and commanding.

That does it. No more thinking. I just give in. I nod, locking eyes with him as he pulls back, lets his tongue slip from his lips, and moves back down…

I cry out as his tongue touches me. The sensation nearly knocks me out. Every nerve ending in me sparks and sizzles as a shiver trembles through me. My toes curl, and a long moan rolls off my lips.

Oh. My. God.

It’s happening. I’m submitting to my anatomy professor. I’m learning, and I’m changing. The naughty girl inside me is finally coming out. All the things I’ve wanted to know I’m learning. And I’m learning them in the most taboo way possible.

In my teacher’s office.

His tongue is like cashmere as it moves over my most private, sensitive place. But there’s an assurance in his movements. Such experience and confidence. Professor Durand is gorgeous. He could have any girl he wanted at this school, but he chose me. He kicked Matt out of class because he wanted to protect me. And now he’s giving me private lessons, introducing me to a world I never could have imagined.

I’m lucky.

Professors aren’t supposed to do this with their students. He’s breaking the rules, risking his career for me. He growls into me, sending a wonderful vibration melting into my core. My eyes clasp shut as a pressure starts to pulse deep down in my tummy. My hands fly out on either side of me, grasping for something, anything to hold on to as the feeling rises.

Clark grasps my thigh tightly with his hand, as if claiming me as his, while his tongue rolls like magic across my clit. I know he can taste me, smell me, and that just turns me on even more. I want to share everything with this magnificent man. My body belongs to him now.

“You’ve never had an orgasm, have you?” he purrs. I look down and shake my head, pins and needles warming my cheeks. “I’ll give you one, angel. Just relax and let it happen.”

He flattens his tongue on my pleasure point, and I cry out again. The pressure inside me rises and rises. I’m going to burst, I just know I am. My hands move down on their own, grasping for something to hold on to. I find his hair and hold on for dear life as a heated pulse roars through my entire body, pinning me and tearing me to pieces at the same time.

Moans fall from my lips as my limbs shake. My jaw drops open, and my hips buck, but Clark grips my butt with both hands, keeping the pressure from his tongue right where it needs to be. A groan rolls from his mouth and into me, and suddenly tears are pooling in my eyes.

This is it. My first orgasm.

The thought shakes me, and a sinful bliss sweeps over me. This is who I want to be: a naughty girl who submits to teacher. Who knows what she wants and submits and is given it. I want to show Clark my body over and over. I want to dress up for him, let him teach me everything there is to learn and take me places I can’t even dream about yet.