Page 21 of Professor Obsessed

“Sorry Nate, I can’t quite understand you,” I taunted as the bottom lip landed on the other with a wet thud. His skin was turning pale, a sheen of sweat glistening on the skin I could see.

I wiped the pocket knife on his clothing, disappointed the cut wasn't as neat as I wanted it, god damn Nate. The fire was spreading to Nate’s car, ready to consume all traces, the other car was ablaze shining brightly in the night. I turned back before leaving, making eye contact with Nate, his eye leaking the last bit of his life force.

“Emma is mine,” I growled at him as the last tears spilled over his cheeks. The right half of his body caught fire, his gurgling screams were the last thing I heard save for the sirens in the distance. They were both going to die. Quickly at least.

It wasn’t too far to walk, and I couldn’t risk being seen in the area. I made the trek back and was tired as fuck by the time Emma’s apartment building came into view. Sweat trickled down my back as I made my way in and up to her floor. My body was strong, fit for cardio, but exhaustion was taking over.

I reached her apartment door, checking the app on my phone making sure she was still safe where I'd left her. She sat in the corner of her bed, reading a new book, cozy under the covers.

I pounded on the door with the side of my fists, marveling at her jumping in fear.

“Open the door, Emma,” I grunted pounding on it again, “or I’ll break it down to get to you sweet kitten.”

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EMMA

Idropped my book, losing my spot. The shaking in my hands didn’t subside, my fingers fumbling for the bookmark as he pounded on the door again.

“Emma,” his voice dropped an octave. A chill ran through my spine landing in my core, “Open the fucking door.” There was something deadly in the way he spoke.

I carefully made my way out of the bed towards the door when he began to count down.

“Three.”

I took another step, over halfway there.

“Two.”

My fingers barely grazed the door knob, the tremors making it difficult to control my limbs.

“One. Time’s up Emma.”

I threw the door open, just as he finished my name. He shoved his way through the threshold slamming the door behind him. His disheveled hair stuck to his forehead in a sweaty mess. He smelled faintly like smoke and gasoline. His body had a fresh sheen of sweat that made him look rugged and sexy.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Get on your knees,” my head snapped at the command. His breathing was uneven, the rise and fall of his chest knotted my stomach.

“What?” I tilted my head to the side.

“Get,” his teeth were clenched as he gripped my shoulders, “On your fucking knees, Emma.”

Roughly, he moved my body where he wanted, positioning me on my knees face to face with his crotch. My knees throbbed under the weight of me on the solid flooring as his gaze pierced into mine.

“Take my cock out and get to work kitten.”

I couldn’t believe his words, I couldn't believe my body willingly moved towards the fly of his pants unzipping slowly as his dick sprang into my face. My rapid heart rate was the only thing I could hear.

“I said,” he gripped the back of my hair roughly, “get to work.”

The head of his cock was shoved past the threshold of my lips. The salty taste of his precome slid across my tongue as he made his way down my throat. I didn’t have time to choke, there was no time to gag. His cock filled me roughly, my mouth stretching desperately to keep my teeth from grazing his skin.

“Look at me,” my eyes snapped to his as tears began blurring my vision, “I want you to watch me.” He railed my mouth pausing when my lips touched his pelvis.

He held himself there, my throat constricted around him. I couldn’t breathe, my hands pounded on his hips desperate for him to release me. Tears ran down my face in thick streams.

“You look devastatingly beautiful choking on my cock, kitten,” his voice broke as he slowly withdrew every inch, only leaving the tip in my mouth.

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