Page 25 of Professor Obsessed

Another rush of heat pooled in between my legs.

He killed for them.

He wanted them.

He loved them.

I shook the thoughts away, irritated that I was even going down that grotesque road. I was a good person, I didn’t condone murder in any capacity…

Dr. Murdock made me feel incompetent that day, when I already felt under qualified and overwhelmed with the workload. Chase took care of that for me, Dr. Murdock was one of my least favorite professors to deal with, and now I'd never have to again.

Chase did that for me.

“You killed him,” my voice came out hushed, “for me?”

“Kitten, I would torch this world for you,” his words made my pussy clench.

I swallowed thick as my thighs soaked with arousal.

“I’d ruin anyone that dared to touch you. I’d leave a trail of bodies in the wake if it meant keeping you happy. I'd crawl through the massacre to be by your side,” his lips made contact with my neck as he spoke to me.

The sheet was tangling in my legs while I desperately tried to wrap them around his waist.

“You are my religion,” he kissed me between the words, “your pussy is the altar,” his tongue slipped between my lips, “I’d bring heaven to you every night.”

That broke me.

My hands were still pinned above my head, trapped in his grasp. My hips thrusted forwards needing friction on my pulsing pussy. I felt his length hard and ready through his pants.

“Chase,” I whined, “take me.”

He grinned at me, his eyes rolled over my barely covered body. My nipples tight under the sheet, he used his free hand to expose them both, taking one in his mouth. The heat enveloped me as he flicked his tongue across it. I was writhing under him, my swollen pussy desperate to be fucked into oblivion for the third time that night.

“You want me to stuff this cock into you kitten?” he asked, switching nipples.

His tongue wrung endless pools of pleasure from me.

I nodded furiously.

“You want these hands on your body?” he murmured, freeing my wrists and running his hands down my sternum. In their newfound freedom, my hands ripped at his shirt urging him to shove it over his head. His abs were toned, each one rippling with every movement, his skin so perfect and flawless, I was salivating.

His fingers dipped into my drenched core, slipping in with ease.

“You want to be dripping with the cum of a murderer?” He teased me more. My eyes rolled back as he stuffed another finger, spreading my pussy lips he kissed down my body until his hot mouth closed over my clit.

His tongue flicked the sensitive nerves back and forth, fireworks burned across my skin becoming too much, too intense. I came with an obscene gushing sound, Chase drank it all up. He looked up, grinning, licking his lips that glistened with my come.

He shoved off of me, ripping his pants off. His cock was in me within seconds, hammering into me at an unreal pace. My legs were spread around him, with every thrust I screamed his name and begged for God knows what. My pussy clamped down on him strangling his cock. The sound of his dick shoving through my muscles was intense, my hands clawed down his back as he took me to new heights.

“Kitten,” he ground out through clenched teeth, “I want you to play with your pretty pussy while I come all over your insides.”

My hand was on my clit before he finished the sentence, my tongue sloppily licked over his while my fingers slipped around in my wetness. I felt the first sprays of my orgasm as his shaft throbbed inside me, releasing the hot spurts just as I squirted around him.

He hugged my body to his, still inside of me and he twitched and pulsed every last drop into me. My pussy cocooned him, not wanting to lose the fullness I felt. My muscles fluttered around him, he stoked a voracious need in me. Regardless of how many times he took me, I was always left wanting more.

Needing more.

Chase kissed me deeply, pulling the covers back over us.

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