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growl in my ear, the angst in his voice, has my head spinning a million miles an hour. The cocky ass twenty-year-old phenom has a genius IQ apparently. I should hate his guts for what he said, and yet I understand exactly why he did it in the cold and calculated manner in which he did. My nails dig into the desk once more, and I actually bite my lip for him to see this time.
    I want him to throw me over the desk and spank me for my uncouth behavior. I want him to take me until I scream his name. He just went from horny play toy to intellectual sex god in three point five seconds. He's still in front of my face, encapsulating my body with his presence. He places his palms on the desk, caging me inside his huge wingspan and broad shoulders as he looks me in the eye.
    "Don't worry about it, Doc." He smirks and it makes my pussy quake.
    I'm at a loss. I don't know what to say. "M-maybe we should, umm, end this session."
    "Yeah, I think that's what we both want. Isn't it?"
    His fingers graze my arm and a shudder shoots through me. Don't do it, Liz. Just don't.
    I look up into the storm that constantly brews in his eyes. "Y-yes."
    His head moves to my face and his lips ghost across mine, before moving to my neck. "Well then, I think I should be going." His words fall down my neck.
    "Yeah, I think you definitely should." It comes out as a moan. I'm going straight off a cliff and I can't stop myself.
    He is breathing down my collar bone and it runs under the cut of my white button up blouse. My thighs stick together from the supercell building in my core as I try to adjust. Then I feel his nose against the side of my head, his face in my hair, his breath penetrating my ear as he exhales into me. His large hand runs up the back of my neck and into my long locks, his fingers raking into the messy knot my hair is tied in. I gasp. How does he know how to own me like this? Touch me like this? Fingers in my hair is my kryptonite.
    The sting of my scalp when he grips me sends an electrical jolt through my body, heat coursing through my veins, as he grasps my hair firmly and his knuckles bear down in the back of my head. His other hand reaches up my skirt and cups me full in his palm. Then he runs his fingers over the top of my panties hard enough to slide them between my hot folds.
    "Mighty wet down here, Doc." He smirks. "Just like I thought." His fingers slip under my panties and pull them to the side. His name escapes my lips.
    "Gavin." It's a whisper-like moan.
    "Don't go screaming my name just yet, Doc. People might hear."
    God, his words make me hot under his touch as he strokes his fingers back and forth on me. I'm about to come and he has barely even touched me. My breasts heave up and down with each huge breath I take as I stare up into his eyes.
    "You want me to make you come?"
    No! I nod anyway, unable to control my inhibitions.
    "That's what I thought. You want my fingers in your hot little cunt. Don't you, Doc?"
    "Mmhmm." The way he talks has my hips grinding against his fingers. The sound comes out whiny and needy. Because I do need this kid's fingers. I don't see a kid when I look at him though. I see a grown man who needs to pull his dick out of his pants, shove it inside me, and spank my ass.
    He moves directly in front of me and his forehead presses against mine. I feel the sheen of sweat on his brow. It gives me the tiniest bit of confidence that I have some control over the situation, and then he steals it from me in a matter of seconds.
    Taking the hem of my skirt in his fingers, he pushes it up as far as he can. He moves both hands down to the insides of my thighs and I think I'm going to go up in flames. He spreads me, wide, panties cocked to the side, exposing me to his hard length now jutting out from his pants. My mind is a swirling vortex of gibberish. I don't know if he plans to pound me, finger me, lick me — I don't care as long as he gets me off, soon.
    His eyes dart down my pussy, his hands keeping me spread