Chapter 103: Rose is sacred of big di..?
Chapter 103: Rose is sacred of big di..?
The fabric fell away from her shoulders. Rose made a sound, half protest, half surrender... as the silk red slitted gown pooled around her waist. She wore nothing beneath it.
Lynx grinned.
She came prepared, she called him to her office naked underneath.
Her big breasts spilled free, full and heavy, tipped with dusky nipples that had already tightened into hard peaks in the cool office air. The sight of her made Lynx’s breath catch.
A year in the forbidden zone had taught him to survive on memory alone, and the reality of her body was far more generous than any fantasy he’d conjured in the dark.
As she stood there completely naked, the stern Professor Rose vanished, replaced by a woman trembling with anticipation and nerves. Lynx let his eyes roam over her, his gaze heavy and hungry.
"You are breathtaking Rose. My Fire Queen," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Every curve, every inch of you... you’re a masterpiece. I can’t believe you’ve kept all of this hidden."
Rose flushed a deep, vivid crimson, her chest heaving. The praise from a student... from him... stripped away her remaining defenses.
"Don’t stare too much," she whispered, arms rising to cover herself, but he caught her wrists before she could hide.
"No." He pinned her hands against the desk on either side of her hips. "I’ve waited too long for this. Let me look at you."
His gaze traveled down her body like a physical touch, lingering on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips.
Her skin was pale and smooth, unmarked except for a faint pink flush that had spread from her cheeks down to her chest.
"You’re beautiful Rose. Every inch of you."
She made a sound that was almost a whimper. The flush deepened, spreading down her sternum until her breasts were tinted pink.
"I’m not like those girls you are with —I’m you’re professor, I’m..."
"I don’t care about useless things." He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the curve of her shoulder.
"I care about this. About you. About how you’re trembling right now." His tongue traced a path along her collarbone, tasting sweet, light sweat and heat.
"You’re so soft Rose. So warm. I want to feel every inch of you against my skin."
Her head fell back, a breathless sigh escaping her lips. The fight drained from her body, leaving only trembling anticipation.
"Lynx..." His name came out as a plea, though she didn’t know what she was asking for.
She felt exposed, not just physically, but emotionally, and the vulnerability only fueled her arousal.
She can’t believe it. It’s all happening so suddenly. How did he even get to her, she’s naked completely, about to let her student be the first man to have sex with her. She was supposed to be the strict professor.
Lynx scent override her thoughts, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts.
He groaned at the feel of them, the weight of her flesh filling his palms. He leaned down, capturing one nipple between his lips and sucking firmly, and Rose cried out, her back arching off the desk.
He suckled her slowly, reverently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as his hand came up to cup her other breast.
He kneaded the soft flesh, thumb brushing across the nipple until it was a tight, aching point. She was so responsive, every touch drawing a gasp or a moan from her lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her chest.
"That’s it," he murmured against her skin, the vibration making her shudder. "Let me hear you, Rose. I want to know what you sound like when you feel good."
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same devoted attention. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer.
Rose let out a sharp, high pitched moan, her back arching as she felt the wet heat of his mouth.
He treated her with an agonizing care, swirling his tongue around her areolae, teasing the peaks until they were hard as pebbles.
He worshipped her breasts, alternating between soft licks and deep, needy sucks, making her whimper and cling to his shoulders for support.
"Please..." she gasped, her voice broken. "Ahgnn~"
He didn’t stop there. He shifted her effortlessly, setting her down on the edge of her mahogany desk.
He pushed her legs wide, exposing the most private part of her. He could feel the heat of her through his pants. She was so wet for him already, so ready.
Rose gasped, her thighs shaking as she saw him reach for his trousers. When he freed himself, Rose’s eyes widened in genuine shock.
His cock was a monster... ten inches of thick, pulsing vein and heat, standing rigid and imposing.
"Oh g-goddess shiva," she breathed, staring at the sheer size of him. "I-it’s not in the books. How... how will I..."
"I’ll take care of you, Professor," he smirked.
the scent of a woman desperate to be touched.
Her skin smooth and pale. Her folds were slick and swollen, glistening in the office light. The sight of her made his mouth water.
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She gasped, her legs trembling. He kissed higher, closer to the source of her heat. Her hips lifted off the desk, begging without words.
His face pressing into her soft folds. The scent of her purity hit him like a drug... sweet, clean, and intoxicating.
He gave her what she wanted. His tongue dragged through her folds, tasting her for the first time. She was sweet and salty...sweet salty... and utterly intoxicating.
He licked her slowly, savoring every drop of her arousal. Her hands fisted in his hair, her thighs clamping around his head as a desperate moan tore from her throat.
He ate her like a starving man, lapping at her cunt with devoted hunger. He found her clit and circled it with his tongue, and she cried out his name like a prayer.
"Lynx~ ohh~ Lynx, please..."
Her words dissolved into incoherent gasps as he began to eat her pussy with a feral intensity.
While his tongue was flicking expertly against her clit. Then he sucked her clit deep into his mouth, swirling and pulsing, driving her toward the edge.
He worked her with his tongue, his fingers sliding up to join the assault.
He pushed two fingers inside her, and she was so tight, so hot, clenching around him like she was trying to pull him deeper.
He crooked his fingers, searching for the spot that would make her fall apart, and when he found it, she screamed.
She really screamed, her fingers digging into the wood of the desk. She had never felt anything like this, the precision of his tongue sent electric shocks through her entire body.
Rose’s first orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her hips bucking wildly as she wailed, her pussy clamping down on his face.
He didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept thrusting his fingers inside her as she came hard, her body convulsing on the desk.
Drawing out every last tremor until she was limp and trembling, her chest was heaving.
Only then did he pull back, trailing a line of saliva from her thighs up to her stomach. Licking his lips as he looked up at her flushed, dazed face.
She was a sobbing, shaking mess, her mind completely blanked by the pleasure.
"That was one." He stood, "I’m not done with you yet. My Fire Queen."
Rose’s eyes widened as her gaze dropped to his cock, and her breath caught... again. He was huge... long and thick, the head swollen and leaking.
She’d never seen one in person, only in the forbidden texts she’d studied in her youth. None of them had prepared her for the reality of him.
"It won’t fit... I don’t think it will," she whispered, fear and desire warring in her voice.
"It will."
He carried her over to the plush office couch, laying her back and spreading her legs wide. He positioned the head of his massive cock against her tight, untouched opening.
"Look at me, Rose," he commanded. She looked up, her red eyes glazed with lust. "I’m going to break you open. I’m going to make you mine."