Page 14 of Sinful Professor

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he sighs. “Take all of me. Let me fill you up.”

“You are,” I moan. “God, Brock…”

I have no more words. Not until I’m on the brink of another orgasm.

“More,” I beg. “Harder. Make me come.”

My words unlock what he’s been holding back. With a growl, he rears back and pounds himself into me. Never before have I been taken with such ferocity. Such raw passion. But I love it.

“Yes!” I scream. “Fuck me hard!”

Somehow, he moves harder. And I come. Harder than I ever have. Screaming Brock’s name as I claw at his arms, desperate for all he can give me. When I’m about to beg him to stop, he stills, a great roar leaving him as he comes. It’s so intense, I can actually feel his cock throbbing inside of me.

“Brock,” I pant. “Oh, God, Brock…”

Ten

I sigh as her eyes flutter shut. Then I let my head rest on her shoulder as I attempt to recover. God in heaven, that was the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. If I wasn’t already addicted to Sadie, I would be now.

“Christ,” I breathe.

I press a kiss to her collarbone and pull myself free from her gorgeous body. As quickly as I can, I clean myself up so I can hold her. I yank the covers down from under her and slide in. I smile as I pull her against my chest. Very gently, I run my hand up and down her spine. After a few minutes, she sighs.

“Brock,” she murmurs.

“I’m here,” I whisper. “What do you need?”

“Just you,” she breathes.

“You’ve got me,” I chuckle. “And I’m never letting you go.”

She giggles at this. Then she lifts her head for a kiss and hums against my lips.

“That was…”

I frown and brush my hand over her cheek.

“Was that too much?”

“No,” she smiles shyly. “I just had no idea that sex could be like that.”

My frown deepens.

“Like what?”

“Like…well, I didn’t know I could have so many.”

Now I smile. Delighted to have given her something she’s never experienced before. Even if she is a little shy when it comes to discussing it.

“You’re very responsive,” I tell her.

She blushes at this. Then she runs her finger up and down my chest.

“You played my body as beautifully as you play the piano,” she whispers.

“Because you’re so finely built,” I growl.

She looks down but she fails to hide her smile. So, I press on.

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