Free The F#ck It List: The Complete Story by Rae Lynn Blaise Page B

nibbles and sucks on it, lapping it and traveling back to my ass. His tongue pushes me to new heights.
    "Fuck, Professor. Please, let me come. Please. Please. I can't. I can't hold it back much longer."
    He pulls away long enough to say, "Permission granted." He delves back in with a growl and I slam my forehead onto the desk as euphoria spreads through me and I float, float, float. I swear I actually leave my body for a split second and look down at us. I see me bent and helpless and I see him kneeling on the floor, his face in my most private areas.
    I come back to myself with a snap where I heave and moan and buck and shake.
    Again, he doesn't give me any time to get my bearings before he's buried balls deep back inside me. He doesn't play around this time. He fucks me hard and fast, both of us letting out guttural grunts. It's so primal and filthy and hot. Like we're two animals clawing at each other, desperate for release.
    He spanks me a little more. "You are so hot, Amanda. You have such a sweet ass and pussy."
    "Yes, Professor. Please, harder."
    He obliges, slamming into me so hard I don't know how I don't fly across the desk and hit the window. Will I be able to walk after this?
    "Can I come, Professor? Please." I can't believe I still have the sense to ask, the ability to form words.
    Again, his hand comes down on my ass with a slap. 'Yes." He bites out the word, his control finally starting to show a few cracks.
    Everything turns red as I bite the tender flesh of my bottom lip to keep from screaming. My body leaps off the edge and crashes into the burning waves below as the climax rips through me. My eyes roll back into my head and my ass pushes harder against him as my pussy clenches and grabs his long, hard cock.
    He stiffens and yanks himself out of me so fast my cunt grasps only air. Hot, wet cum shoots across my ass, dribbling down into the crack of my cheeks. He coats me with his pleasure.
    Oh. My. Word.
    I can't move, completely glued to his desk. I hear him behind me putting his clothes back in place. He drops a handkerchief on the desk beside me and with weighted arms I clean myself up a bit before letting my skirt fall back down over my ass. I can still feel his cum drying on me though and I like it. I feel like a dirty slut and it's marvelous. I pick my bra and sweater up off the floor and put myself to rights, wincing from the movements. Everything is so sore and sensitive.
    I'm really glad I have no classes today. I need to go home and soak in the tub.
    Professor Roux clears his throat, the hint of a smirk in his expression. "I want to congratulate you on a very articulate paper. Well done, Alison. It has bumped your grade up considerably. And my special office hours are always open to you if you find you need a little more help."
    I grin wide, before bending over and flashing my ass at him one more time as I pick up my bag and pull out my raincoat. "Well, I do have a hard time in your class, Professor. Thank you for the offer and your lessons. I'm sure I'll need further tutoring."
    "Excellent."

10
    S cott and I sit in a little alcove at the restaurant, far away from anyone with prying eyes or perked ears. We're huddled close together in a corner booth, like new lovers. Which in a way, I suppose we are. But today, its more for the secrets I'm about to spill than anything else. Though he does smell so good.
    He always smells so damn good.
    I don't want anyone to hear what we're talking about. It's been two days since my last encounter with the Professor. I've gotten myself off with the bright pink rabbit vibrator I ordered off Amazon four times since then, remembering every single detail of our time together. And of my time with Scott, if I'm honest.
    My ass and breasts aren't quite as red as they were, but they're all still a little sore and the welts from the ruler have yet to completely fade. I'll be a little sad when they do.
    We wait for the waiter to bring our food before we talk about anything