Chapter 264
**Sara**
Tom's lips met mine with a hunger that sent a jolt straight to my core. His hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Our tongues clashed, a battle of desire and dominance that left me breathless.
He pulled back just enough to let me catch my breath, his eyes dark and intense. "You know what you're in for, don't you?"
"What's that?" I managed to gasp out, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I'm going to fuck you like you're begging me to have that office. You'll be screaming my name so loud, everyone in this goddamn city will know who you belong to."
I let out a shaky laugh, attempting to mask the impact his words had on me. "You're awfully confident."
"I'm not confident, Sara." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'm fucking certain. You'll be begging for my cock every damn day. You'll be craving it, dreaming about it. You'll be so addicted to the feel of me inside you that you won't be able to think straight."
"Is that so?" I challenged, even as my body responded to his words, heat pooling between my legs.
"Oh, it is." His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending shivers through me. "I'll have you so wet, so ready, that all it'll take is one look from me, and your pussy will be dripping. You'll be desperate for my cock, begging me to fill you up."
"You're all talk, Professor." My voice came out breathy and weak despite my efforts.
"Am I?" He pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine. "Then why are your cheeks flushed? Why is your breath coming in little pants? Why are your nipples hardening against your blouse?"
I glanced down, seeing the traitorous peaks pushing against the fabric. "It's cold," I lied.
"It's not cold. You're turned on. You're thinking about my cock, aren't you? Thinking about how it feels to have me inside you, stretching you, filling you."
"Fuck you," I whispered.
"That's the plan." His hand slid down to cup my ass, squeezing gently. "I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll forget your own name. You'll just be screaming mine over and over again. Tom. Fuck, Tom. More, Tom."
I let out a soft moan, unable to hold it back. His words painted a vivid picture that my body was responding to eagerly.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you want it."
"I hate you," I breathed, even as my body arched into his touch.
"No, you don't." His teeth nipped at my collarbone. "You hate how much you want me. You hate how easily I can make you wet, make you ache for me."
"Asshole," I gasped as his hand slid up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric.
"Is that any way to talk to your professor?" Tom's voice was a low growl against my ear. His fingers tightened, pressing my breasts through the blouse, the pressure making me arch into his touch.
"I don't have classes with you anymore," I retorted, trying to sound defiant but failing miserably as his thumb flicked over my nipple again.
"Doesn't mean I can't still teach you a thing or two." His lips found mine, kissing me hard enough to steal my breath. His hands kneaded my breasts, making me moan into his mouth.
I pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss just enough to catch my breath. "You're such a fucking tease."
"Me?" He raised an eyebrow. "I think you're projecting."
"Oh really?" I challenged, sliding off his lap and onto my knees. The plush carpet cushioned me as I settled between his legs. "Then let's see how well you handle being teased."
Tom's eyes darkened with desire as he watched me unzip his pants. The sound of the zipper was loud in the otherwise quiet room. I slipped my hand inside, feeling the heat of him through his boxers.
"You talk a big game," I murmured, tugging down his boxers and freeing his cock. It sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. "But can you back it up?"
He let out a low groan as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slowly. "Fuck, Sara."
I looked up at him through my lashes, giving him an innocent smile. "What's wrong? Thought you liked being teased."
His jaw clenched as I continued to stroke him leisurely. "You're playing with fire."
"I like the heat." My tongue darted out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salty tang of him before pulling back just enough to watch him squirm.
Tom's hand fisted in my hair but didn't pull me closer. "You're testing my patience."
"Good." I ran my tongue along the length of him, teasing but never taking him fully into my mouth. "Because I'm not done yet."
His grip tightened in my hair as I continued to tease him mercilessly. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock before dipping lower to trace the vein along its underside.
"Fuck," he groaned again, hips bucking slightly as if trying to urge me on.
I pulled back with a wicked grin. "Patience is a virtue."
"And you're a little minx." His voice was strained now, his knuckles white where he gripped the edge of the couch.
I giggled softly before leaning in again, this time taking just the tip of him into my mouth and sucking gently. His reaction was immediate, a guttural moan that thrilled me to my core.
"That's it," he growled out between clenched teeth. "Take it all."
But I pulled back once more, licking my lips provocatively. "Not yet."
Tom's eyes flashed dangerously as he leaned forward slightly. "You're playing a dangerous game."
"Maybe." I shrugged nonchalantly before leaning in again and giving one long lick from base to tip.
"Enough." His voice was commanding now, leaving no room for argument.
I knew I'd pushed my limits, but teasing Tom was a delicious game I loved to play. I lowered my head without another word, my mouth closing around the head of his cock.
Tom's hand tightened in my hair, guiding me down further. The silky smoothness of him filled my mouth, and I let out a low moan as the taste of him danced across my tongue. He twitched slightly, his hips arching towards me.
"Fuck, Sara," he growled, the vibration of his voice making my core pulse with desire.
I began to bob my head, hollowing my cheeks and taking him deeper. My hands rested on his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. I glanced up and locked eyes with him, reveling in the look of raw hunger that stared back at me.
"That's it," Tom murmured, his thumb brushing tenderly against my cheek. "Take it all."
I obliged, pushing myself to take more of him. It wasn't easy—my gag reflex was determined to have a say—but I relished the challenge. It was worth it to watch him struggle for control, his usually composed demeanor unraveling. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed around him, causing him to gasp.
"You feel so fucking good," he rasped, his hand guiding my pace.
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