The Billionaire's Bargain (First Desire: Taming Savannah) Read Free Page A

chuckle.
    “I probably shouldn’t,” she cooed.
    “Probably not,” Gus agreed.
    “Will this affect my grade at all,
professor?”
    “Don’t call me—”
    “I’ll call you whatever I want
professor.”
    “...Fine.”
    “Lovely,” she grinned. “Now... whatever
should be do about this little situation we’ve gotten ourselves
into?”
    “...Huh?”
    “Let me see just how committed you are to
this course of action,” she purred, and she laid her tiny hand on
the pulsing bulge of Gus’s dick. He felt the air leave his lungs as
she caressed his swollen manhood. She fought to keep her own
breathing level, despite how excited she was. She could feel her
pussy getting wet at the thought of being fucked silly against the
hardwood desk. Still, mustn’t let him believe he was getting the
best of her. Savannah smiled naughtily at Gus and ran her hand
along the length of his cock, nodding her approval.
    “Jesus...” Gus whispered, closing his eyes in
ecstasy. “You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about
this.”
    “Oh please,” Savannah said, lowering herself
until she was straddling the ever-growing girth of Gus’s dick,
“I’ve only been in your class for, like, two weeks. Most guys have
to wait much longer.”
    “I guess I must rate, huh?” Gus asked, as
Savannah began to gyrate against his cock. Her slender fingers
began undoing his academic little buttons.
    “Well, I’ve always been a sucker for
professors. You know, in high school my superlative in the
unofficial year book was Most Likely to Fuck a Professor.”
    “You don’t say?” Gus gasped, wrapping his
hands around the small of Savannah’s back, drawing her down upon
his pulsating cock. “I guess they were right, huh?”
    “Kind of,” Savannah breathed, getting
lightheaded as Gus’s member stroked her clit through their
clothing, “Except that I was already sleeping with my high school
track coach. So, they were a little behind the—”
    Gus had run out of patience with Savannah’s
anecdote. He pulled her toward him, laying his mouth against hers.
Her firm, delicious lips moved against his with grace and power.
She wasn’t the fearful, timid stereotypical college girl in this
circumstance, that was for sure. She ran her hands under his button
down, revealing his naked chest. He hurriedly slipped out of his
shirt, and pulled Savannah’s crop top up over her head. He groaned
hungrily as her perky breasts bounced before his eyes, clad in a
lacy black bra. He should have known.
    Savannah began to unbuckle Gus’s belt, riding
his already-bucking hips. He quickly undid the clasp of her bra and
tossed the garment away. He wrapped his hands around her small but
firm tits, letting his thumbs trail lightly across her nipples.
Savannah moaned with delight at the sensation of his fingers
pinching at her tender nipples, and nearly came on the spot as Gus
pulled her closer toward him and lay his mouth on her breast. He
kissed and sucked at one nipple, tugged and tweaked the other. She
felt herself being tossed closer and closer to her own edge, and
scrambled to free Gus from his trousers. The belt fell away, the
fly unzipped, and Savannah wrapped her hands around Gus’s raging
cock. She loved the feel of a rock hard dick in her hands,
especially when it was too big to hold with just one.
    Gus’s head fell back against his office chair
as Savannah worked her hands up and down the length of his stiff
dick. She stroked the tender glans and gently brushed her fingers
against his balls. The girl knew exactly what she was doing, and
her mastery of the artful hand job only turned Gus on more. This
was a girl who knew how to pleasure a man, he was learning
first-hand. He wanted to show her that he knew what he was doing
just as well as she did. He was, after all, her teacher.
    Slipping his pants down his legs and stepping
out of them, Gus rose from the chair with Savannah in his arms. He
pushed her down onto the top of his sturdy desk and