Page 31 of Arrogant Professor

My cock rested an inch away from her soaked pussy. All I had to do was angle my hips upward and I would finally be buried inside her. But I cupped her face in my palm and kissed her softly instead, plying her mouth open with my tongue so she could taste herself.

Maybe some small part of me had been unconsciously holding back. Waiting for Elle to change her mind. Waiting for her to fall for a boy closer to her age.

I didn’t feel that way anymore, with her wrapped up in my arms, skin to skin. As long as we kept our relationship a secret until after she graduated, I wouldn’t lose my job. Although my chances of becoming Dean one day would probably be destroyed as soon as word got out that I was dating a former student.

Elle traced her fingers down my chest and kissed my neck. Her lips quirked up in a small, contented smile.

I didn’t give a damn about losing a shot at the Dean position as long as this woman was mine.

The first blush of dawn filtered through my curtains, bathing my bedroom in a golden light. I turned my head to see Elle beside me, the sheets pooled around her waist, bare back exposed with her cheek pressed to the pillow. Last night’s activities must have exhausted both of us.

I sidled closer, trailing my fingers down Elle’s spine. If someone had told me I would fall in love this hard with a younger woman in the span of a month, I wouldn’t have believed it for a second.

Leaning down, I pressed a kiss between Elle’s shoulder blades. Her skin was warm, smelling faintly of sex, her flowery soap, and my cologne.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” I whispered.

Elle stirred, squinting in the morning light. I slipped one hand under the sheets, smoothing over her ass and sliding two fingers between her thighs. She made a soft muffled noise into her pillow.

“Still wet for me,” I murmured against her skin.

“If you’re going to make me orgasm three times in a row again,” Elle mumbled. “I need electrolytes or protein or something. My legs feel like rubber.”

I chuckled as I pushed the sheets aside, exposing her sleep-warm body.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t have to move an inch. I’ll take care of you.”

Retrieving a condom from my nightstand, I gave my cock a few quick pumps before rolling it on. Kissing my way down Elle’s spine, I settled over her, grasping her hips.

“Take a deep breath,” I said.

Elle inhaled, ribs expanding. I rubbed the head of my cock back and forth through her folds, coating myself in her arousal. When she exhaled, I pushed in easily with a slow, languid drag.

“Oh, God,” Elle said. “You’re thick.”

I lowered my chest to her back, pinning her to the bed as she adjusted to my size. Cupping her throat, I turned her head to the side, nuzzling at her ear.

“Taking every inch of my cock like the hungry girl you are.”

I pulled out and thrust back in, savoring the way Elle’s mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled back.

“You like it nice and deep, don’t you?” I said.

Elle nodded, fingers curling into the sheets.

“You earned it, love,” I added.

I sat back, kneading the flesh of her ass as I watched my cock slide in and out, her pussy gripping me tight. Elle shifted her legs further apart, pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts. It didn’t take long before my cock was coated in her creamy slickness.

Settling over Elle again, I crushed her beneath me, burying my cock up to the hilt inside her throbbing pussy. My balls pressed against her stiff clit. The noise that tore from her throat was pure ecstasy.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Blind with the all-consuming need for my woman’s pleasure, I pounded deeper and harder. I closed my eyes, surrounded by her scent, her skin, the sounds of bliss that spilled from her mouth mingling with the sloppy sounds of her pussy.

Elle’s body contracted under me, winding tighter and tighter. Ready to snap and tumble over the edge at any moment.

It took every ounce of self-control to pull out.

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