Page 71 of Bad Professor

“Quiet.” He puts a hand between my legs, easily finding the nub of nerves and sensations that has seemed to elude so many men throughout the world.

Dexter knows his way around me now, like the back of his hand. And he knows exactly how to touch me—how much and how often, playing me as expertly as a concert pianist fingers the keys.

He fucks me and he fingers me and I can do nothing but hang on, trying desperately to smother the moans and the cries and the— “Dexter! I’m—”

And then I’m coming, the waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tsunami, and I can’t help but cry out.

“Shh!” Dexter pulls his hand from between my legs and slaps it over my mouth.

I can smell myself.

And—I open my mouth and lick his finger.

Dexter puts it in my mouth and I suck on it, tasting myself.

“Jesus Christ, Tilly, you can’t—” he hisses, his thrusts become harder, more urgent. Like he can’t stop.

I don’t want him to.

I’m close again, so close when Dexter gives a strangled gasp and gives a final thrust, he doesn’t pull out; he puts his hand back and rubs me to another orgasm, one that has me coming with both hands over my mouth.

“Tilly,” he breathes as he pulls out. “You’re—”

“Only with you,” I finish. “This is all because of you.”

Or maybe Dexter just woke me up. Maybe I was like this always and no one bothered to check.

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Dexter

“Iwant to meet your girls,” I tell Tilly.

It’s mid-November now; Halloween has passed, and I had to go without Tilly because her ex let her have the girls that night.

She and Jordan stayed home and watched bad horror movies.

Jordan is the youngest, just starting high school.

Jade is sixteen and went out with her friends for a while before coming home early to finish the movie with Tilly.

I know so much about both of them because Tilly talks about them constantly. And it’s not in a bad way; it never bores me when she tells me things.

It’s like I know them.

I want to know them.

It’s been over two months. We’ve been together for over two months—two months of being together almost every night during the week. Of sleeping together, sharing meals.

Sharing secrets. Except not all of them.

Tilly is more comfortable with me in class now. She still blushes sometimes when I look at her and that’s when I know she’s thinking about me, about what we did the night before. What she wants me to do to her that night.

The sex is beyond incredible. I’ve never been with a woman who fits in with my desires so well.

But when she’s not thinking about me in class, Tilly asks questions and joins in to the discussions. I was amazed at how much she knows about the genre when she led the debate comparing Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series and George R. R. Martin’s A Song and Fire and Ice.

It seems like the right time to meet her daughters. “You met my family and now it’s time I meet yours.”

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