A PROFESSOR- STUDENT SUSPENSE MYSTERY THRILLER DARK ROMANCE NOVEL.🖤
"Pleaseeeeee....." I beg him, I'm so so close , His thrusts making me lose my mind
"Please what? I need words " I gush more under his deep husky voice
" I need ahhh ----, I need to...
I've censored a few words here. The explicit version will be updated on inkitt for free.
It is also available on scrollstack ( free )
The name of the chapter there is " Drench my fingers with your cum"
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Naisha
" Lift up your skirt for me or else I will rip it off"
I gasp with the intensity of his lewd words.
A complacent chuckle rumbles through his chest already making me whimper and close my eyes eyes . He bends my knees up to spread wider for him.
" What are you doing?" I mewl trying to move away from him.
" Trying to fuck out the memories of all the boys who has touched you" He shifts kneeling completely in front of me
Prof Riddhimaan dev Oberoi kneels down in front of me
The scene is enough to give me goosebumps.
The hand on my thigh slides around to the inside of it, moving his fingers teasingly across the sensitive skin, my muscles twitching underneath. They inch up ever closer to the apex of my thighs until they finally gently ran along the material of my underwear, a couple of fingers gliding down my slit before cupping it with his whole hand.
" Ohhh " I let out a throaty whimper, my mind already blurring with pleasure
I try to grip the wall behind me, pushing my hips up to grind into his hand, embarrassed by how desperate I already am for some kind of pressure to be placed on my nub. But he refuses to let me
" Stop moving, and behave like my good girl"
His deep growling voice makes me gush more
I try to wiggle more as his hand moves with the motion of my hips; they are touching my body but it feels like it is not enough. It is like an itch I just couldn't scratch and it was already frustrating me beyond belief.
"Why are you doing this?." I complain feeling frustrated with the fact that he is not touching me properly.
"Why?" He smirks with a professed innocence. "You are not enjoying yourself?"
I whine and open my eyes to see that arrogant fucking, smug smirk of his.
And suddenly he takes pity on me as he promptly pushes the heel of his hand against my clothed core, forcing me to let out a shameful whine.
He continues by rubbing his whole palm up and down, placing delicious pressure just where I need it, his fingers constantly dancing over my folds to rub the rough material of my underwear against my needy nub.
My hips buck up to his hand wantonly, desperately wishing he'd just get on with it but also enjoying the build up. More and more slickness gathers between my thighs, helping his hand to glide with ease across my folds.
