Tasting the Forbidden - A Mayhem Erotica Anthology by Les Joseph, Kit Neuhaus, Evelyn R. Baldwin, L.J. Anderson, K.I. Lynn Page B
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waistband of my slacks.
“Your turn,” I told him, pulling his hands away. I’d been waiting long enough to have a long, hard look at his perfectly sculpted teenage body—I needed his shirt off—now.
Kaleb looked nervous again but didn’t hesitate to stand and slip out of his green button-up, giving me a glimpse of his naked chest. My mouth watered as I let my gaze wash over him, drinking in the sight of his defined abs and that perfect, v-shaped muscle which was only further enhanced by the thin line of dark hair that teasingly slipped beneath the band of his well-worn jeans.
So fucking beautiful.
“Lose the jeans,” I rasped, barely able to believe that this perfect creature was standing in front of me, baring himself. I loved giving him directions, telling him what I needed. He was so willing, so happy to give of himself for my personal pleasure. It didn’t take Kaleb long to slip out of his jeans, leaving his nubile, young body on display. I had to stop my tongue from wagging at the sight of him. With a little more teasing, I’d be throbbing and ready to fuck in no time.
“You’re perfect, Mr. Davis,” I told him, standing from my chair for the first time since he’d entered my office. My dick was getting harder by the second. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I was desperate to get inside him. “Now the boxers,” I reminded him when he stood there staring at me a few seconds too long. He’d been standing there with his bottom lip tucked firmly between his teeth, watching my dick wake up. All this stripping and touching was bringing it back to life.
Slowly, his fingers slid beneath the waistband and he began the tortuous journey of pulling them down his legs. I groaned, palming my now stiff dick as I got the first glimpse of his perfectly sculpted body.
His rigid cock jutted slightly to left, standing proudly at attention. Kaleb watched me watching him, wanting him, needing nothing more than to put my hands on him, to be able to taste every inch of his smooth, tan skin.
“On the desk,” I rasped. “I need a better look.” Kaleb complied quickly, lifting himself up until his bare ass was perched on the edge of my tall, oak desk. His cock bobbed a little as he settled in place. The sight of his darkened tip glistening with pre-cum got me hard as rock, harder than I’d ever been before. So, of course, I couldn’t resist the urge to reward myself with a taste, not when it was being offered so freely.
Keeping our eyes locked, I slid my hands up his thighs, moving closer and closer to my intended destination. My teasing was causing poor Mr. Davis to squirm and writhe, but he never once showed any signs of frustration with the torturous pace I maintained.
Kaleb gasped when I wrapped my fist around his thick cock, giving him a few firm tugs of relief before I leaned toward him, flattening my broad tongue against the base before licking slowly toward the tip. He cried out as my mouth enveloped him, hips shifting as he tried to restrain himself.
“Oh...oh God. Fuck, Professor Cameron. I’m gonna—” he cried, so I took him as deep as I could, and within a few seconds his cock began to twitch in my mouth, signalling his imminent release.
He flooded my mouth with spurts of hot, salty cum, making me ache for relief of my own. I needed to fuck him now. More than anything.
Kaleb blushed a little as I stood up straight, wiping the excess saliva from my lips. The cocky attitude was gone, replaced by something infinitely sexier. Vulnerability.
“Do you still want me to fuck you, my sweet boy?” I asked him, lightly stroking his cheek. He blushed again and nodded, giving me a shy smile. My pulse surged with anticipation at the thought of sliding my cock into his tight teenage ass. Needing to prep a bit, I wet two fingers with saliva and used my fingers to reward us both, sliding slowly inside his entrance, curling and rubbing, eliciting a responsive moan from his parted lips.
Dear God...
“Your turn,” I told him, pulling his hands away. I’d been waiting long enough to have a long, hard look at his perfectly sculpted teenage body—I needed his shirt off—now.
Kaleb looked nervous again but didn’t hesitate to stand and slip out of his green button-up, giving me a glimpse of his naked chest. My mouth watered as I let my gaze wash over him, drinking in the sight of his defined abs and that perfect, v-shaped muscle which was only further enhanced by the thin line of dark hair that teasingly slipped beneath the band of his well-worn jeans.
So fucking beautiful.
“Lose the jeans,” I rasped, barely able to believe that this perfect creature was standing in front of me, baring himself. I loved giving him directions, telling him what I needed. He was so willing, so happy to give of himself for my personal pleasure. It didn’t take Kaleb long to slip out of his jeans, leaving his nubile, young body on display. I had to stop my tongue from wagging at the sight of him. With a little more teasing, I’d be throbbing and ready to fuck in no time.
“You’re perfect, Mr. Davis,” I told him, standing from my chair for the first time since he’d entered my office. My dick was getting harder by the second. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I was desperate to get inside him. “Now the boxers,” I reminded him when he stood there staring at me a few seconds too long. He’d been standing there with his bottom lip tucked firmly between his teeth, watching my dick wake up. All this stripping and touching was bringing it back to life.
Slowly, his fingers slid beneath the waistband and he began the tortuous journey of pulling them down his legs. I groaned, palming my now stiff dick as I got the first glimpse of his perfectly sculpted body.
His rigid cock jutted slightly to left, standing proudly at attention. Kaleb watched me watching him, wanting him, needing nothing more than to put my hands on him, to be able to taste every inch of his smooth, tan skin.
“On the desk,” I rasped. “I need a better look.” Kaleb complied quickly, lifting himself up until his bare ass was perched on the edge of my tall, oak desk. His cock bobbed a little as he settled in place. The sight of his darkened tip glistening with pre-cum got me hard as rock, harder than I’d ever been before. So, of course, I couldn’t resist the urge to reward myself with a taste, not when it was being offered so freely.
Keeping our eyes locked, I slid my hands up his thighs, moving closer and closer to my intended destination. My teasing was causing poor Mr. Davis to squirm and writhe, but he never once showed any signs of frustration with the torturous pace I maintained.
Kaleb gasped when I wrapped my fist around his thick cock, giving him a few firm tugs of relief before I leaned toward him, flattening my broad tongue against the base before licking slowly toward the tip. He cried out as my mouth enveloped him, hips shifting as he tried to restrain himself.
“Oh...oh God. Fuck, Professor Cameron. I’m gonna—” he cried, so I took him as deep as I could, and within a few seconds his cock began to twitch in my mouth, signalling his imminent release.
He flooded my mouth with spurts of hot, salty cum, making me ache for relief of my own. I needed to fuck him now. More than anything.
Kaleb blushed a little as I stood up straight, wiping the excess saliva from my lips. The cocky attitude was gone, replaced by something infinitely sexier. Vulnerability.
“Do you still want me to fuck you, my sweet boy?” I asked him, lightly stroking his cheek. He blushed again and nodded, giving me a shy smile. My pulse surged with anticipation at the thought of sliding my cock into his tight teenage ass. Needing to prep a bit, I wet two fingers with saliva and used my fingers to reward us both, sliding slowly inside his entrance, curling and rubbing, eliciting a responsive moan from his parted lips.
Dear God...
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