Page 20 of Bait

I’m panting, and trembling, and barely conscious as Oliver slowly slides out of me, and I whimper as I feel some of his hot cum drip out of my freshly fucked pussy. I just lay there, panting, trembling, and trying to process theinsanelygood sex I’ve just experienced.

“Come here, little one,” he purrs, scooping me gently into his arms and carrying me over to the small couch in his office. He sits with me cradled in his lap, kissing the top of my head as I kiss his chest and snuggle in close.

“Ana, that… if I went too far, I’m—”

“Don’t,” I say quietly, raising my head up to grin lazily at him as I bite my lip. “Don’t apologize,” I whisper.

He grins. “No?”

“Uh-uh,” I moan, kissing him passionately.

“Don’t ever apologize for doing that to me. “

He chuckles. “Good, I won’t.”

“Just don’t stop doing whatever thehellthat was to me,” I groan, my whole body so deliciously sore. I turn my head, kissing him softly, before I pull away and swivel my head towards the clock on the wall.

Oh shit.

“It’s almosttwoin the morning?!” I gasp, almost jumping from his lap.

“I need to sleep!”

I turn to him, seeing the grin on his face as he raises a brow. One hand comes up, stroking my cheek gently with his thick knuckle.

“What?” I whisper, blushing at the intensity of his gaze.

“I don’t live far.”

My blush deepens, and before I know it, I’m melting into him and kissing him slow and deep.

“I—if I don’t check in to the dorm by two, there’ll be trouble.”

His brows arch high. “Two?”

I laugh. “Before this year, it was a ten o’clock curfew. Seniors get two a.m. though if they’ve been on campus. Like, studying or something.”

Oliver whistles, shaking his head and stroking his jaw.

“This place needs to lighten up.”

I grin. “You should mention your teaching methods at the next faculty meeting. I mean, I feel lightened up after fucking my teacher.”

He grins, his eyes sparking with fire as he shakes his head at me. “You’re a brat.”

“I know.”

I kiss him, sinking into him and snuggling close as he holds me. This time, it’s him that looks at the clock.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

“Is that—”

“A good idea?” He chuckles, shaking his head before he drags his eyes to mine. “Probably not, but I don’t care, and I’m going to anyways.” He leans in, kissing me slow and softly, like this Hollywood kiss that I feel in my damn toes.

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Anastasia

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