Tasting the Forbidden - A Mayhem Erotica Anthology by Les Joseph, Kit Neuhaus, Evelyn R. Baldwin, L.J. Anderson, K.I. Lynn Page A
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sputtered and choked as I continued, forcing my cock down his constricting throat until every drop of my seed had been swallowed. I’d never felt such pleasure.
“Oh God, you were so good,” I complimented, relieving his mouth of my big dick, feeling certain that his jaw was probably sore from having it worked so thoroughly. He looked at me, dazed, recovering from the aftereffects of a good, hard mouth-fucking.
“Do you want to keep going?” I knew good and well that, like me, Mr. Davis was far too horny to stop now. Wordlessly, he leaned forward, sliding his fingers beneath the ribbed edge of my argyle sweater. He smiled a small smile before pulling the sweater up, revealing my thin cotton undershirt. I do believe Mr. Davis wants me to disrobe.
Unopposed to his attention, I allowed him to slip the sweater from my body, first removing my glasses before I raised my arms in the air to make things easier. Next to go was my undershirt and tie. I began to pull at the plaid tie when Kaleb reached up and stopped me.
“May I?” he asked. My hands dropped, welcoming his attention.
Kaleb gave me a mischievous grin before climbing on top and straddling me. His hands gripped my biceps as he settled himself, pressing his warm chest against mine. God it felt good to have him this close. He smelled fantastic too, a mixture of light cologne, fresh laundry, and boy. The position might have been infinitely more interesting had my poor deflated cock not been resting quietly against my thigh. He glanced at my neck briefly as if contemplating how to proceed.
“Are you planning to tear my bowtie off with your teeth?” I asked him, laughing a little. Itching to touch him, I slid my hands around his slim hips, pulling him toward me.
“I hadn’t planned on it, but now that you mention it, I think I will.” Kaleb grinned as he grabbed one end of the tie, testing it out, drawing me even closer—so close—I could almost feel his heart pounding in his chest. Those dark green eyes fluttered shut as his fingers slid into the hair that curled around the nape of my neck. I groaned as he brushed his warm lips against my neck before placing an opened-mouthed kiss against that sensitive spot behind my ear. My eyes rolled back as my cock began to stir again.
His firm grip anchored him to me, keeping our bodies pressed together. There wasn’t an inch of space between us until he pulled back slightly, snagging a corner of the plaid bowtie with his straight white teeth. Our eyes locked, and Kaleb gave me a predatory grin as he pulled back, the movement causing the tie to come undone. Even as he unceremoniously tossed the tie on the floor, he never looked away. I was close to coming undone myself. Watching him undress me was unbelievably erotic.
“You’re so hot, Professor Cameron. You’re all I think about lately,” he whispered. Kaleb’s confession both excited and concerned me, but with him grinding in my lap the way he was, it was hard to think about the latter.
“Understand this—I don’t make a habit out of fucking my students, Mr. Davis.” I honestly wasn’t sure what I thought that statement would accomplish, other than letting Kaleb know that this encounter wasn’t something I did often, that what was happening between us was because he was different, special. “It’s just not something I do.”
“Despite what you may think, I don’t go around fucking my professors either.” His tone was smug. “Just you.”
I nearly opened my mouth to tell him that this was it. This thing between us wouldn’t be happening again, that this was the first and last time we could be together, so we needed to enjoy it while it lasted, but even as I thought the words, I knew somehow they were wrong—that just the tiniest taste already had me addicted... so fucking addicted.
Kaleb then worked quickly, slipping open the buttons on my undershirt as fast as he could. Once he had me bare from the waist up, he began reaching for the
“Oh God, you were so good,” I complimented, relieving his mouth of my big dick, feeling certain that his jaw was probably sore from having it worked so thoroughly. He looked at me, dazed, recovering from the aftereffects of a good, hard mouth-fucking.
“Do you want to keep going?” I knew good and well that, like me, Mr. Davis was far too horny to stop now. Wordlessly, he leaned forward, sliding his fingers beneath the ribbed edge of my argyle sweater. He smiled a small smile before pulling the sweater up, revealing my thin cotton undershirt. I do believe Mr. Davis wants me to disrobe.
Unopposed to his attention, I allowed him to slip the sweater from my body, first removing my glasses before I raised my arms in the air to make things easier. Next to go was my undershirt and tie. I began to pull at the plaid tie when Kaleb reached up and stopped me.
“May I?” he asked. My hands dropped, welcoming his attention.
Kaleb gave me a mischievous grin before climbing on top and straddling me. His hands gripped my biceps as he settled himself, pressing his warm chest against mine. God it felt good to have him this close. He smelled fantastic too, a mixture of light cologne, fresh laundry, and boy. The position might have been infinitely more interesting had my poor deflated cock not been resting quietly against my thigh. He glanced at my neck briefly as if contemplating how to proceed.
“Are you planning to tear my bowtie off with your teeth?” I asked him, laughing a little. Itching to touch him, I slid my hands around his slim hips, pulling him toward me.
“I hadn’t planned on it, but now that you mention it, I think I will.” Kaleb grinned as he grabbed one end of the tie, testing it out, drawing me even closer—so close—I could almost feel his heart pounding in his chest. Those dark green eyes fluttered shut as his fingers slid into the hair that curled around the nape of my neck. I groaned as he brushed his warm lips against my neck before placing an opened-mouthed kiss against that sensitive spot behind my ear. My eyes rolled back as my cock began to stir again.
His firm grip anchored him to me, keeping our bodies pressed together. There wasn’t an inch of space between us until he pulled back slightly, snagging a corner of the plaid bowtie with his straight white teeth. Our eyes locked, and Kaleb gave me a predatory grin as he pulled back, the movement causing the tie to come undone. Even as he unceremoniously tossed the tie on the floor, he never looked away. I was close to coming undone myself. Watching him undress me was unbelievably erotic.
“You’re so hot, Professor Cameron. You’re all I think about lately,” he whispered. Kaleb’s confession both excited and concerned me, but with him grinding in my lap the way he was, it was hard to think about the latter.
“Understand this—I don’t make a habit out of fucking my students, Mr. Davis.” I honestly wasn’t sure what I thought that statement would accomplish, other than letting Kaleb know that this encounter wasn’t something I did often, that what was happening between us was because he was different, special. “It’s just not something I do.”
“Despite what you may think, I don’t go around fucking my professors either.” His tone was smug. “Just you.”
I nearly opened my mouth to tell him that this was it. This thing between us wouldn’t be happening again, that this was the first and last time we could be together, so we needed to enjoy it while it lasted, but even as I thought the words, I knew somehow they were wrong—that just the tiniest taste already had me addicted... so fucking addicted.
Kaleb then worked quickly, slipping open the buttons on my undershirt as fast as he could. Once he had me bare from the waist up, he began reaching for the
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