Chapter 247
**Sara**
He carried me across the room to the kitchen counter in three long strides, his muscles flexing beneath his shirt. My ass hit the cold marble, making me yelp.
"Cold?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Freezing," I complained, but his mouth was on mine again, hot and hungry, making me forget the chill.
He pulled back, his breath ragged. "Next, I'm going to push up this ridiculously sexy skirt." His hands slid down to my knees, slowly inching the fabric up my thighs. "And then, I'm going to taste that sweet pussy of yours."
My heart pounded in my chest, his words sending a rush of heat between my legs. "Fuck, Tom," I breathed. "You've got a filthy mouth."
"You love it," he shot back, his hands reaching the hem of my skirt, pushing it up to my hips. He stepped back, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of my black lace panties. "Jesus, Sara. You're fucking soaked."
I bit my lip, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks. "Maybe you should do something about that."
"Oh, I intend to." He stepped forward, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. I shivered at his touch, my body aching with anticipation. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "But first, I want to hear you beg for it."
"Fuck you," I laughed, but the sound was shaky, betraying my desperation.
"Not yet," he murmured, his fingers pressing against my pussy, rubbing me through the lace. I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand. "First, you're going to beg me to lick this sweet pussy. Then, you're going to beg me to fuck you with my fingers. And if you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you come."
I glared at him, but my body betrayed me, grinding against his hand. "Please," I whispered, hating how much I needed this.
"Please what?" he asked, his fingers stilling.
"Please lick my pussy," I begged, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment and desire.
He smirked, victorious. "With pleasure." He knelt down, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wide. He pressed his mouth against me, his tongue teasing me through the lace. I moaned, my hands gripping the edge of the counter for support.
He hooked a finger into the fabric, pulling it aside to expose me completely. His tongue delved into my folds, licking and sucking, drawing out a cry from deep within me. My hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more of that delicious friction.
He pulled back, his breath hot against my pussy. "Fuck, you taste amazing," he growled. Then, without warning, he slapped my pussy lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain coursing through me.
"Holy shit," I gasped, my body trembling with shock and arousal.
He chuckled, his fingers tracing the sting. "You like that, don't you?"
"Fuck yes," I breathed, my body trembling with anticipation. His fingers traced the sting, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through me.
Tom smirked, his eyes locked onto mine. "Good girl," he murmured, then raised his hand and brought it down hard on my pussy. The slap echoed through the kitchen, the sudden pain making me yelp. But fuck, the sensation that followed—a hot, throbbing ache that begged for more—had me grinding against his hand.
"Jesus, Tom," I gasped, my fingers digging into the cold marble countertop.
He didn't waste time. His mouth was on me again, licking and sucking like a man starved. His tongue delved into my folds, teasing my clit with expert precision. I moaned, my hips bucking against his mouth, seeking more of that delicious friction.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he growled, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh. His fingers joined the party, sliding into me with ease. One finger, then two, pumping in and out, curling to hit that sweet spot deep inside.
"Oh god," I whimpered, my body already on the edge. But Tom wasn't done. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking mercilessly as he added a third finger. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but fuck if it didn't feel amazing.
"You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his fingers working me harder, faster. "I can't wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock."
"Shit, Tom," I panted, my body coiling tighter with each thrust of his fingers. "I'm gonna come."
He pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. "Not yet, you're not."
He reached behind him, grabbing something from the counter. I craned my neck to see what it was, my eyes widening when I realized it was a bottle of chocolate syrup.
"What the hell are you doing with that?" I asked, a laugh bubbling up in my chest.
He winked at me, popping the cap open. "Dessert." Before I could protest, he drizzled the syrup over my pussy, the cool liquid contrasting with the heat of my flesh.
"You're fucking insane," I laughed, but the sound turned into a moan as he leaned down, his tongue lapping up the chocolate. The sensation was incredible—the cold syrup, the heat of his mouth, the relentless thrust of his fingers.
"Mmm, you taste even better with chocolate," he murmured, his lips glistening with the syrup. He sucked my clit into his mouth again, his fingers pumping faster, harder. The combination of sensations sent me spiraling, my body teetering on the edge of release.
"Fuck, Tom," I gasped, my hands gripping his hair. "I'm so close."
He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my pussy. "Come on, Sara. Let me hear you scream. Let me feel this tight little pussy come all over my fingers."
Tom's words sent a jolt of electricity through me, pushing me right to the fucking edge. But I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction just yet.
"You want a scream?" I panted. "Earn it, Professor."
"Challenge accepted."
His fingers curled inside me, hitting that sweet spot with unerring precision. His mouth closed around my clit, sucking hard as his tongue flicked mercilessly. The combination was fucking insane, pleasure crashing through me like a tidal wave.
"Fuck, Tom," I gasped, my hips grinding against his mouth. "That's... fuck..."
He hummed in approval, the sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh. "Come on, Sara," he murmured, his fingers pumping faster.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but it was useless. The man was a fucking god with his mouth, and he knew it. My body tensed, every muscle coiling tight as a spring. And then, with one final flick of his tongue, I shattered.
"Fuck!" I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My pussy clenched around his fingers, pulsing with each wave of my orgasm.
Tom didn't let up, his mouth and fingers working me through it, drawing out every last fucking drop of pleasure.
When I finally came down, I was a fucking mess. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body limp and sated.
Tom pulled back, a smug smile on his face, his chin glistening with a mix of chocolate and my come.
He stood up, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me closer to the counter's edge. His cock was hard, straining against his pants, and fuck if it didn't make my mouth water.
"Your turn," I said, reaching for his belt. But he caught my hands, pinning them behind my back with one of his.
"Not so fast," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm not done with you yet."
My breath hitched. His hands gripped the hem of my blouse, and he yanked it up over my head in one swift motion. My breasts strained against my bra, nipples already hard and aching for his touch. His eyes roamed over my exposed skin, a predatory gleam lighting them up.
"Damn, you're fucking gorgeous," he murmured.
His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs rubbing over the lace of my bra. I gasped, arching into his touch. He pulled down the cups, freeing my tits from their confines. The cool air made my nipples even harder.
"Fuck, look at these perfect tits," he said, leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"Jesus, Tom," I breathed. "That feels so good."
He switched to the other nipple, biting down just enough to send a jolt of pain-pleasure through me. My hips bucked against him, desperate for more contact.
"You like that?" he asked around a mouthful of my breast.
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck yes."
He sucked harder, one hand squeezing my other breast while the other slid down to grip my ass. His fingers dug into the flesh, pulling me closer until I could feel his cock pressing against me through his pants.
I needed him inside me. Now.
"Tom," I panted, grinding against him. "Please..."
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, a wicked smile on his lips. "Please what?"
"Fuck me," I begged. "I need your cock inside me."
He chuckled darkly. "Not yet."
His hand slid between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in slow circles. My hips bucked against his hand as he worked me over with expert precision.
"Fuck," I moaned. "You're going to make me come again."
"Oh no, you don't," he said, pulling his hand away just as I was about to tip over the edge.
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