Page 47 of Forbidden Heroes

“You don’t believe me, Ms. Johnson? Maybe we should have a do-over then? But the warm blush along your cheeks when I mention taking that beautiful, virgin pussy with my thick, long cock gives the truth away and you know it.” He glances the back of his knuckles across my cheek.

I didn’t realize I’d screamed the professor’s name out loud, no. I thought that was all in my head. Obviously, I hadn’t.

Shadows of other club-goers cross beyond us, but I pay them little attention since I can’t take my eyes or hands off the big brute towering over me.

I take the edges of my mask between my fingers and I move to pull it free from my face, but he stills my movements.

“You don’t get to take this off until you’re ready for me to claim every part of you, Ms. Johnson, and you’re ready to tell me what you really want. Then and only then will you take it off and when you do, I will own you. Do you understand me? I didn’t come here tonight to play games. We are past that. I want you to know the next time I take you, you’re mine.”

I drop my hands to his chest. “You don’t get to claim me until you can use my given name, Professor, and I’m red in the face because I’m mad.” I can feel the heat of my anger morphing into something much more dangerous the longer he speaks.

Oh my god, he wants to what with me? Claim me? How long have I dreamed of that?

Something entirely uncontrollable comes to life inside me, and all I can think about is waking up to him every morning. In his arms, in his bed and having his love to comfort me when life wants to kick me in the preverbal balls.

“Mad, uhu? Then why are you leaning in to kiss me and why can I smell your arousal when I haven’t even touched you?”

He palms my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt and drags me across the short distance separating us, and the first thing I notice is his hard length. Every rigid inch of it pressing into my midriff, taunting me with what I want but can’t have.

It’s a blessing and a curse to want him so badly it hurts deep inside me. Now that I know it was him who I slept with last night, I want him even more.

The temperature jacks up well over comfortable, and my chest begins to heave. He has me pinned with my shoulders resting against the carpeted wall when he hauls me up his body, pulling my skirt high on my hips, and I suddenly remember what I’m wearing. Or rather don’t have on.

A smirk plays over his lips as he pulls his hungry gaze from my bare, very wet vagina.

“Mmm.” He growls. “Naughty little girl shows up at her professor’s sex club with no panties. Are you mad about that too, Ms. Johnson? That you want me taking your freshly fucked pussy again?” He leans in slowly and kisses the small dip between my neck and shoulder, causing his cock to press into my slicked-up folds and wetting his pants.

Damn him.

I’ve been gushing girl-cum since running into him, and well, long before that honestly, and the evidence is now all over the front of his slacks. “I’m taking that as a hint my baby girl needs her dick again. Am I wrong?”

I shake my head.

Fuck, why do I think that is hot?

Because I’m a pervert with a fetish for my much older professor, that’s why.

And he’s not far off from the truth. I came here wanting answers to a few select questions and my suspicions are now answered. So that part is true and I didn’t slide my panties off for no reason.

But now that I am here with my legs wrapped around his thick waist and his very aroused length nudging my pink pouty lips, I have a whole other set of questions. Like what sex is like in public and is he taking me to his suite for an encore of last night? And when is he going to strip for me?

I have one of my answers the second I hear the zipper of his slacks. “Tell me no and we walk, no questions asked, sweetness. You know what I want and how I promised to take it the next time.” His fingers dig into my ass, spreading my cheeks.

“Yes, Gideon. I want it too.”

His swollen cockhead spreads my entrance right before he plunges through my sticky wet juices with one thrust, and I cry out, uncaring of who hears us.

I bury my fingers in his hair and let an immeasurable bliss fill me as his cock tunnels through my walls. I grip him as he pulls out and moan long and low into his mouth when he slowly pushes back in.

Shaky breaths drag from me, and he takes his time making love to my mouth.

“For being mad at me, you’re dripping wet and wanting me to fuck you pretty bad.”

“Shut up,” I squeeze out, trying to draw air in the faster he pumps into me.

“Tell me again you don’t want me.”

I can’t. I want him more now than ever. Dirty and fast.

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