PleasuringtheProfessor by Angela Claire Read Free Book Online

her backside.
    “Are you mad because you slept with me?” she murmured even
as he petted her. “Was that some kind of betrayal of whatever self-destructive
creed you’ve got going for yourself?”
    “Don’t psychoanalyze me, please. Save that for your thesis.”
He bit the lobe of her ear lightly, as his fingers found her clit again.
    Much more of this and she was going to be numb. And yet, as
he rubbed lightly, gently, she found herself turned on again. If she had ever
been turned off, that is. And incredibly, his cock was hardening against her
bottom. Suddenly, the position he had put them in had slightly menacing
connotations.
    Not that her accusing him of being a serial killer hadn’t
had menacing connotations. But she hadn’t been serious about that. This, she
didn’t know.
    Oh, she hoped he wasn’t thinking of…
    As if telepathic, he dipped his middle finger into the
wetness between her legs and then brought it around swiftly to between her
cheeks and pressed with the tip of his finger into an entrance that still was
virginal. She tensed up, causing him to laugh, though he didn’t remove his
finger, the tip of it embedded there now, feeling foreign but, she had to admit,
sensual as well.
    “What’s the matter? Is this a bridge too far?”
    “Yes,” she said firmly.

Chapter Four
     
    Liam’s finger still in her sweet little asshole, he wound
his other hand around to her cunt, knowing she would still be wet despite her
apparent resistance to the idea of anal sex. He thrust two fingers inside her
and felt her clamp around them.
    “You’re awfully tight for somebody who’s so experienced.”
    “How do you know how experienced I am?”
    “Well, a girl who fucks a stranger as soon as she meets him
doesn’t seem like she’d be too discriminating.”
    He worked her even as he needled and her hips started to
move. Damn her, she was so fucking sexy. When she was giving him head, despite
what he’d said, he’d had to recite lines from Shakespeare mentally just to keep
from coming with every soft, wet touch of her mouth.
    Her hands tied behind her back now, she was helpless,
completely open to him. He flicked his thumb against her clit as he plumbed
both her entryways and she moaned.
    “You weren’t a stranger. I did know you,” she whispered.
    He stopped abruptly. “Like hell you did. You only know what
Friedman told you.”
    “Friedman? Professor Freidman?”
    He pulled his fingers out of her. Enough foreplay with this
conniving little seductress. His cock was rock hard again and he would use her
for her intended purpose. He fumbled for another condom, donned it and, placing
one hand firmly on the top of her back, pushed down until her sweet ass was in
the air, the red silk of her binding trailing practically between her cheeks.
    “What are you doing?” He could hear the distress in her
voice. “I don’t want to…I never have…”
    “Relax. I’m not going to fuck you up the ass.” He kicked her
knee farther out and brought her hips up to him, taking his cock in hand and positioning
himself at the hole he really wanted anyway. “I’ll just take this sweet pussy
again, since you so nicely offered it to me.”
    He thrust inside, where she was so warm and wet and tight.
For a minute, he pretended she was who she had claimed to be, just a girl who
had wandered in from the storm. Not… He blocked the thought and pulled out
slowly, resting his hand still on the top of her back, feeling the silky-smooth
skin there. The friction of her pulling him back was so incredible, he closed
his eyes, and his hands wandered down to where her hands were tied.
    He fingered the bindings. “Does this hurt you?” he
whispered.
    She thrust her hips back, taking him in aggressively, and he
sucked in his breath.
    “No,” she said, her cheek resting against the coverlet, her
ass in the air and her warm, wet cunt welcoming him. He thrust again, putting
his palms on the bed to give him leverage, leaning over her,