Am I ever. I’m ready to take any and every assignment Oliver is willing to give me. And when I look down at his cock, so thick and straight, I know he’s definitely going to go deeper, just like he teased earlier. But it’s no joke. The man is huge, and I know he’s going to hit me in all the right places once he’s inside of me.

I can’t stop looking at him, touching him, kissing him. He guides me back on the bed, whispering, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”

“Close your eyes,” he says when he comes back to me. I do, then I feel him press something small against my lips. “Trust me. Taste this and tell me what you think it is.”

I roll the little round and juicy bead in my mouth, then bite down on it. A pomegranate seed. I smile. “Sweet, but a little tart.”

“Just like I like it,” he laughs.

I open my eyes and eye him with a saucy grin. “Such a dirty professor.”

Running his hands up my stomach, he teases my nipples again, and my breath catches, the familiar tug down low making my pussy ache to be filled.

He grabs another seed and crawls up on the bed, taking my hips and flipping me until I’m on his lap, his hard shaft rubbing against my wetness.

Oliver takes the pomegranate seed and squeezes until the juice runs out, then spreads it over my nipples.

He leans forward and slowly, tantalizingly licks the juice from my tits. Moaning, I fist my fingers in his hair, holding his head against me. “God, I want you so much right now.”

Oliver stretches to reach his nightstand, grabbing a condom and sheathing his thick cock. Then he shifts, raising me above him until my pussy is just above his erection. Teasing me and tormenting me as he makes me wait, holding me just out of reach.

“Fuck me, Oliver,” I breathe.

His jaw ticks as if he’s barely maintaining control.

“Ana,” he bites out, his eyes flashing. “Tell me this isn’t just tonight. I don’t think I can get enough of you tonight. I need more of this.”

His words take me by surprise. Almost as much as my own reaction to them. Because that’s what I want too. Even if it’s forbidden. I’m his student.

But I don’t care. I nod. “I want more of you, too,” I say softly. Then I smirk. “But if you don’t hurry up and give it to me already, I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Can’t have that, can we? I kind of like your mind. It’s all kinds of complicated and sexy.” He grins.

Then he lowers me slowly on his cock, sliding into me completely, so very deep. So very full.

I begin moving, slowly at first, grinding my clit against him every time I sink down. Soon, we’re both moaning, picking up the pace, slamming into each other as we claw our way to ecstasy.

Suddenly, he flips me over, staying inside me the whole time. Then he goes even deeper. Fucking me so good that I don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly claimed by a man.

His cock slides in and out of me, the thick shaft dragging along my inner walls as I convulse and grip him, the friction driving me wild, sending me careening toward a cliff that I’m all too eager to fall from.

We cum together, his huge cock swelling and throbbing inside me as I pulse over and over again.

We collapse in a sweaty heap. Once we’ve caught our breath and the shocks have subsided, I look at him and flash my dimples.

“Well, professor, I think I’m doing quite well with your lessons. What do you think?”

He chuckles, playing with my nipple as he bends to bite my lip. “I think you’ll be passing with flying colors. Maybe even with honors. You’re definitely taking your dedication to your project above and beyond.” He frowns. “But maybe it was a fluke. I think I’m going to need you to show me again that you’ve learned your lesson.”

I reach down and grip his cock. “I think I can manage that.”

He’s already hard again, ready to go. So I get to work showing him what a quick study I am. The perfect student.

Did I say before that I’d much rather stay in bed than go to classes? Yeah, about that. I think I’ve finally found the perfect solution. Professor Mason’s class is one I can definitely get behind. I don’t even have to leave the bed.