Page 16 of Bad Professor

“That’s right, it’s mine. Always mine. And you—you like my cock inside you? Do you like me fucking you like this?”

“So good,” I cry.

I’ve never spoken like this. I’ve never heard anyone speak to me that way,

I like it.

“Don’t stop fucking me,” I tell him breathlessly. “I want your cock inside me. Always.”

“I don’t want to ever stop fucking you. Tilly—fuck…” It’s a long, drawn-out groan and I cry out with him because this feels so good.

This feels amazing.

He pulls at my legs so he can go deeper, so deep, and I cry out, pleasure tinged with pain. He thrusts harder—so hard. “More,” I gasp. “I can’t…I won’t… Please! Dexter, more!”

And then, once again—the third time, if you’re counting—I feel the rush. The pulse of sensations flood my body and I grip Dexter’s ass hard enough to leave a mark. I’m so close, reaching for the gold ring—

Dexter puts a hand between us, pressing a finger against me. He only needs a tiny movement to push me over the edge. I take off like a rocket.

I erupt like a volcano. The crescendo of sensations is like fireworks. The hyperboles are endless, and so is my climax as Dexter keeps thrusting, harder and more as I cry out with pleasure.

So much pleasure.

I think I scream his name this time.

With a final grunting thrust, Dexter stills, poised above me. I open my eyes to watch his eyes close and almost a grimace on his face.

I kept my eyes closed with Carlos, but I want to watch Dexter, to memorize every moment of tonight.

I want to remember everything about him, this man who is suddenly my entire world.

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Dexter

Ikiss Tilly.

I kiss her before I pull out, before I roll away.

I never do that.

When it’s a one-night thing, after sex is over, that is it. I don’t cuddle—and I don’t know if that’s me or the women I’ve been with don’t go for it either. We have sex. I make sure they are fully and completely satisfied. And then I leave.

But after I finish with Tilly—and it’s one hell of a good finish with Tilly—I look down and Tilly is staring at me with a mix of amazement and happiness and she looks so sweet that I kiss her.

A gentle, soft kiss. So different from the filthy things I said to her, only a fraction of what I was thinking, what I wanted to say.

That her pussy was so tight and wet that I felt like my cock was drowning. That my balls were crawling back into my belly as I came—came so hard that I literally saw stars. That I wanted to keep fucking her forever.

I might have said that one.

And then I roll away and lie on the pillow beside her, both of us staring at the ceiling. Tilly immediately pulls up the sheets.

I didn’t even take off her bra.

How could I have missed that? Her breasts were the first thing that caught my eye, so how could I not even check them out other than a few kisses and a caress?

It actually wasn’t her breasts that enticed me; it had been her face and how I could tell she was bored but refusing to show it. Her shoulders were hunched just a bit like she wanted to hide.

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