CHAPTER 2: c**k LESSONS
EMILY’S POV
I tried. I tried. But he was so big, stretching me open inch by inch, the burn of it making my vision blur.
My nails scored the wood as I panted, my body trembling with the effort of taking him.
"Good girl," he groaned, his hips finally flush against my ass. He stayed like that for a long moment, letting me adjust, his breath rough against my neck. Then, suddenly, his hand came down on my ass again, the sting quaking through me. "That’s one."
"One—?" My voice was thin, strained.
"One error in your thesis." He pulled back, then thrust forward, the movement rough, possessive. "Page seven. Split infinitive."
I whimpered as he set a brutal pace, each snap of his hips punctuated by another critique.
"Passive voice—page twelve." Slap. "Weak thesis st
