Lizzie B Brown

To all my readers who love an older man that knows his place is on his knees.

You’ll get yours, but me first. Now be a good boy and get on your knees

You look like you are about to pray,” she giggled.

I couldn’t help the small smile that crept over me. It was such an odd thing to say at the moment.

“Only fitting, since I am about to worship a goddess,

Those blue eyes held a power over me I didn’t understand. I needed them on me, watching me.

Her gaze was the like the sun lighting my darkness and bathing me in warmth.

I wanted to bend her over the desk and spank her tight ass for tempting me. Then I wanted to fuck her senseless until she forgot about the pain.

I fought the urge to fall to my knees so I could plant a kiss on those small ankles, working my way up to bury my face between her thighs. Jesus Christ, I was going to have an erection in front of the class.

Those piercing, brown eyes looked at me just as warmly as his smile, but I could see the hunger behind them. It made my panties wet knowing he wanted me.

This man was sent down from the gods above just to service me with orgasms.

Being watched with such intense need felt empowering.