Page 19 of Bad Professor

“Yes.” Instinctively, I start to move, rocking against him, trying to find my own rhythm.

“Touch yourself.”

My eyes widen. “I—”

Dexter holds my hips tightly and thrusts up and, oh— I give a strangled gasp. “Touch. Yourself. I want you to come again.”

I reach between myself as he thrusts up again. He does it again as I rub.

“I know you know how to,” Dexter husks. “How can you not want to touch a pussy that sweet?”

I’ve had practice. I know what I’m doing. Add in the sensation of Dexter inside me, impaling me, it doesn’t take long for me to start rocking my hips as I make noises like I’ve never made before.

I know exactly how to make myself come. My touch is quick, frantic. There’s no teasing, but fingers moving to find release.

My back arches and Dexter’s hands find my breasts, squeezing and tugging at my nipples. As soon as his mouth finds one, I come again with a sharp cry.

Before the trembling stops, Dexter has flipped me over onto my hands and knees, pushing my shoulder down so that my ass is in the air.

He pushes inside me of me and I can do nothing but grip the sheets as he fucks me from behind.

It’s—oh. And—yes.

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me never to stop,” Dexter cries in a harsh voice.

“So good,” I moan. “Please.”

Hearing his voice, the way he talks to me, rough and dirty, makes my blood run hot. My insides turn liquid with desire.

Dexter wants me. He wants me.

He can have me. Any way he wants.

“Yes,” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Who is this person acting like this? How is it that she’s never come out like this before?

I never want her to go away. I want to feel this… being alive.

I am alive and I’m a woman and Dexter is fucking me from behind like an animal and it’s so good I want to scream.

So good. Harder. Faster, the slapping of our legs drowned out by my cries.

I never make noise and now I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop.

Don’t want him to stop.

I cry out his name again, and he sneaks his hand between my legs like it’s meant to be there. And he rubs and rubs as he thrusts, and the wave rolls over me again and I come hard, shouting his name.

Who is this man and what has he done to me?

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Dexter

Tilly falls asleep right away, the sheet pulls up over her breasts, still wearing the pink bra. Her blonde hair is all over the pillow and her scent is all over me.

I kick myself that I didn’t take more time with her breasts that time either. I do take a moment to appreciate their fullness and beauty as I lie beside her. There is just so much to appreciate.

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