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)
But then her lips part, and she kisses me back with all of her innocence and inexperience mixed together. Her soft hands reach up and grab the front of my shirt.
She’s so clumsy it’s actually adorable. She has no idea what she’s doing, and that just makes me want her more. I’m going to teach this little fairy everything. I’ll bring pleasure to every inch of her body, every nerve ending. I’ll teach her just how to please me and bring her more pleasure than she knows how to process.
I pull back. She leans in, chasing my lips with hers before catching herself. Eyes open, dazed and wet, her fingers tighten in my shirt.
“W-why did you stop?” she asks.
Because if I don’t stop now, I’m going to toss everything off my desk and fuck her so hard and so loud that the entire campus will hear. I’ll get fired, maybe even arrested, and my name will be all over the Internet.
Still, I can’t stop fully.
“Because, Jessie, that was only your mouth,” I reply, running my thumb across her lower lip, watching her body quiver. “And what I need to teach you is not about your mouth.”
Her lips part. I lift her notebook from her lap and toss it to the floor. She lets me, like she’s surrendering to me without even realizing it.
“The body is a hierarchy of sensations,” I say slowly, tracing my fingertips down her clavicle, down to the neckline of her dress, stopping just at the line of her delicious cleavage.
She’s watching my hand, taking shallow breaths as I catalogue every delicate inch, every response she makes. It’s like examining an angel.
“Some are incidental, merely functional,” I continue, moving my hand back up to her jaw. Her body shivers. My lips threaten to smile. “Others are significant.”
My hand travels down. Down over the fabric of her dress, down between her plump breasts, so warm and soft I nearly lose myself. Her back arches involuntarily, pressing her tits into my palm, and my cock jerks desperately behind my zipper.
No. Not yet. This isn’t about me.
“And some, Miss Monroe,” I say, my voice low and intent, “are the top of the top.”
She takes a breath and focuses on me. “Show me.”
Without hesitation, I kneel. Now she’s in the chair, and I’m on my knees in front of her, in a position I have never occupied in this office or anywhere else, for that matter.
I haven’t even known this girl for a day, and while the clinical part of my brain that is telling me this is wrong is still functioning, the primal part is overriding everything.
“There are around ten thousand nerve endings here, Jessie,” I say, placing my hands on her knees. Her skin is so warm and smooth against my palms. My chest is tight, my cock pulsing desperately.
I spread her legs, and she lets me, her fingers curling around the arms of the chair.
“Where?” she asks.
“In a tiny little structure that is smaller than the tip of your finger,” I reply, holding up my pinky. “You know what I’m referring to?”
Her blush deepens. She looks away for a moment, then back to me and nods. “Y-yes… The…clitoris?”
She replies like she’s answering a question on an oral exam. Right on the money but detached. Proper. The total opposite of the flush that’s moving down her neck and disappearing into the neckline of that yellow dress that’s keeping me from the best view in the house.
“Very good, Miss Monroe.” Fighting to maintain control, I slide my hands up her thighs, taking the hem of her dress with me as I go, slow enough that she’s aware of every inch of progress. “Ten thousand nerve endings. More than anywhere else in the human body.”
The fabric bunches at her curvaceous hips. My eyes lock on to hers. There’s a tiny pause, then she lifts slightly, allowing me to push higher. That little movement of obedience almost breaks me.
Not to mention the creamy skin just calling for my tongue…
“All those nerve endings exist for one purpose, Miss Monroe. Do you know what that is?” Her eyes wide, she swallows hard and shakes her head. “Pleasure. Pure pleasure.”
“P-pleasure…” Her voice is soft. It’s almost a question but more like she’s just repeating my words to me.
“And no one has ever introduced you properly. Have they, Jessie?”
She shakes her head again. “N-no…”
That’s right. I’ll be the first one.
“That ends right now.”
It turns out she is wearing underwear. A tiny, thin pair of white panties. I hook my fingers under the waistband and pull. She lifts her hips again, helping me remove them.
Her face is peach-red now, and her breath is fast and shallow. I’m definitely sweating as my eyes land on the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
A tiny, untouched, bare, pink slit. Jessie’s pussy.