“I had my eyes on you for weeks,” he whispered, voice husky. “You’ve always been bending over desks, whispering in the library. Did you think I wouldn't notice?”
I hadn't, but now it made sense…the way his eyes lingered on me. “I... maybe,” I admitted, my voice was a whimper as he pinched my n****e.
He chuckled darkly, dropping to his knees in front of me. His hands yanked at my jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. “Then let's see how quiet you can be when I taste you.”
Cool air hit my skin as he shoved my jeans and panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them clumsily, one foot at a time, my p***y already slick with anticipation. He gripped my thighs, spreading them wide, and buried his face between my legs.
His tongue flicked out, lapping at my folds with slow,
