Page 22 of Professor Obsessed

I swirled my tongue around it, never breaking eye contact with him. His head fell back against the door as his eyes closed. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, swallowing as my tongue ran down the shaft. His hand still gripped my hair lightly, letting me have temporary control.

I felt him swell impossibly larger as I took him halfway. Why was I doing this? Why was I allowing this man to do this to me? My panties were soaked, the heat between my legs throbbed in tune to the bob of my head.

“Fuck,” his virile moan turned me on even more, “you unravel me.”

He growled the last sentence before gripping my hair and neck and slamming himself to the hilt into my mouth. My muffled gags were gargled as he glared down at me, taking his entire length in my mouth. The first hot spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat, my stomach heaved, wanting to vomit as the next hot streams coated my esophagus.

“Swallow it,” he snarled, “swallow every last drop of my cum like a good girl.” My lips were swollen and bruising under his violent rhythm.

By the time his pace slowed, his thick fluid ran down the corners of my mouth leaving a sticky trail down my neck and chest. After sucking and licking him clean, he slid out of my mouth tucking himself back into his pants, leaving me breathless on the floor.

I licked my sore lips as he fingered the come that escaped, shoving it into my mouth. My mouth licked his fingers clean until every bit of him was cleaned up.

“That’s my good girl, Emma.” He kissed me softly as he spoke the words before turning away. He headed to my bathroom, closing the door.

I was still on my knees, the after taste of his essence lingered on my tastebuds. The shower started to run, the steam escaping under the crack of the door. I looked down at my red knee caps, my face damp with tears, the shock was wearing off.

A loud sob left my lips as the shower turned off.

What was wrong with me? My body betrayed me again, the wetness warming my thighs made me sick. This man was changing me. He was turning me into a version of myself that I no longer recognized.

By the time he got out of the shower, I was stripped naked in my bed waiting for him. His cock tented the towel he was wearing once he laid his eyes on me. Ashamed, I dipped a finger spreading my slick lips for him to see. My pussy throbbed under my fingers as they rubbed the tiny bundle of nerves.

“You want me to fuck you kitten?” he said letting the towel drop in a mess on the floor. “You want me to fill that little pussy with my come?” he fisted his cock in a death grip squeezing the shaft until the head reddened.

No, I wanted to scream, NO!

“Yes,” my fingers slid in my heat.

His body covered mine then, his lips crashing down onto me. He slid into me in one stroke. The force of his cock slamming into me sent tingles through my clit as it pulsed under the pressure. With every slide of his shaft against me, I quivered nearing my orgasm. His hands made their way between our bodies, pinching my clit so hard my vision blacked. I came with a rush of wetness that sprayed out of me soaking the both of us.

He followed soon after, exploding into my cunt, warming his cock in me until he softened completely. My legs were sore, still spread around him, my pussy clenching with the desire to be thoroughly fucked again. The shame spread through me, touching every part of my body except my weeping pussy. I was insatiable for this man, even after knowing some of the things he could have done. Even knowing I might have the essence of a monster painting my insides, my body was desperate for him. An unquenchable thirst that only he could douse.

More tears welled up at the thought, because I knew that before the night ended, I would be begging for Chase to take me again.

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CHASE

Moving my limbs felt like moving a thousand pounds almost overtaking the waves of pleasure that coursed through my spine as Emma rode my cock. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed with one hand massaging her breast as her pussy swallowed me. Her warm wet heat felt like the finest thread count surrounded me, drowning me. With each sway of her hips, her clit rubbed against my pelvis. The swollen bundle of nerves begged for my tongue, but I was too fucking exhausted to do anything but lay there.

I loved watching my dick stretch her cunt. I stared at the glistening shaft each time her muscles released me before slamming back down. My kitten was hungry for me. Just the way I wanted her to be. She gyrated faster, her clit swelling with the need for release. I couldn’t stop myself from filling her pussy; the sight, the motion, it was all too much.

“Fuck, kitten your pussy was made for me,” I growled filling her until my dick was coated white, “I would paint your sweet little pussy with my cum all day.” She continued to ride me as I rubbed her cunt until she was panting.

“Chase,” she breathed, pinching her own nipple, “please don’t stop.” Her voice was thick with lust as her cunt quivered, milking all I had left out of my cock. She came violently, screaming out, clamping down on my dick.

Her pussy strangled me until I was seeing stars. My dick slid out of her with the force of her climax, a thick glob of cum connected me to her. The sight was fucking delicious, if my body wasn’t so fucked from that goddamn accident, I would’ve pounded her harder in every single hole.

She collapsed on me in a satisfied heap before the tears started falling.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” I stroked her hair as she laid on my chest quietly falling apart, “did I hurt you?” The words slipped out on their own accord. It was a new feeling for me. I never cared before Emma, but the more time I'd spent infatuated…obsessed with her, the more I found that she was the one woman I could never hurt.

She convulsed at my words, “You didn’t hurt me.”

“Then why are you crying kitten?”

A long moment passed before she answered, “You shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t have done that.”

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