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Professor Lusk was my glory hole guy. My glory hole guy was Professor Lusk. I had sucked my professor’s dick. My professor had sucked mine. And I had really fucking liked it. I had to tell him. Wait, no, that was literally the worst idea ever. Fuck.
“It’s funny. You know what I fantasize about most?” He let out a sardonic huff. “What it’s like to kiss you. I’ve seen, touched, and tasted parts of you in this super-intimate way, but not your…” He shook his head. “Not your lips. It’s stupid, but it’s this big open-ended question my brain keeps snagging on, spinning around and around. Maybe we don’t kiss the same. Ridiculous, I know. Who even thinks about kissing most of the time? Maybe it wouldn’t even be go—”
“Of course you’re a fucking great kisser,” Cameron breathed, echoing my exact thoughts before sealing his mouth to mine again.
“I fucking want it. Want you.” How many people on this earth had gotten to experience this? The exhilarating, taboo rush of their professor fucking them over a desk? Not as many as had fantasized about it, I knew that fucking much.
