Professor Kayden’s mouth stayed locked on my breast, sucking deep and wet while his free hand kept working the other one, rolling the heavy flesh and pinching the nipple until it throbbed. Every pull of his lips dragged another sound out of me.

“Ahhh… profe... Kayden… fuck—”

My voice cracked on his name. I was already trembling, thighs pressed tightly together, the soaked fabric of my panties clinging to my pussy. The ache between my legs had turned sharp and insistent. I could feel how wet I was every time I shifted.

He released my nipple with a wet pop and looked up at me, lips shiny, eyes dark.

“You’re...