Page 17 of Sinful Professor

“Just by laying there,” I grumble.

“Sadie,” he almost snaps. “The last thing you did last night was just lay there.”

“But-”

“No,” he says as he climbs on top of me. “Everything I gave to you; you gave right back. You were with me in every moment last night, Sadie. Every single thing we felt last night we felt together. And I want to experience it again. And often.”

My body shivers beneath him.

“Do you want that, too?” he asks.

“Yes, but…”

“But what? Tell me what you want, Sadie? What can I do to make this better for you?”

“Geez, Brock, if you make it much better, I won’t survive it,” I giggle.

“I’m being serious, Sadie,” he says. “What do we need to do to make you feel better about us?”

Almost immediately, my head fills with a million dirty thoughts. And judging by the twitch of Brock’s mouth, he can tell where my mind just went.

“There are things that I want to do,” I tell him. “Things I haven’t been able to do with a man before.”

“Tell me.”

I half laugh and half sob at the sheer absurdity of this conversation. Not to mention my true lack of experience when it comes to sex.

“I’ve never even…been on top before,” I whisper.

In a flash, he grabs my hips and rolls us over until I’m exactly where I’ve never been. My pussy on top of his cock. His breath leaves him as I roll my hips.

“Take me, Sadie,” he breathes. “Whatever you want, I’m yours.”

I’m panting as my hands are braced on his chest. His eyes are locked on mine. And I know already that no matter what I do, it’s going to please him.

“Brock,” I breathe.

“Come on, my sweet Sadie,” he growls. “Look down. I’m fucking hard already. For you.”

I do as he wishes. And my breath leaves me at the sight of his cock already leaking cum from the tip. My body starts to move without thinking. Very slowly, I rock my hips back and forth, gliding my pussy over his cock. A low growl leaves him as his hands flex on my hips. Which only serves as encouragement.

“Fuck,” he pants.

“Am I hurting you?” I pant.

“Fuck no,” he grits out. “But… Jesus…I’m going to…”

His eyes close as his entire body tenses underneath me. I look down and gasp as I watch his seed leave him in long spurts. Covering his stomach and even some of his neck. The sight is so erotic, that the next brush of his cock head against my clit sends me soaring with him. I moan as my release claims me and wets the space between us.

“Sadie,” he groans.

The sound of my name like that weakens me further. My hands slip forward, and I collapse onto his chest. Our combined releases spreading over both of our bodies.

But it’s perfect.

Twelve

Sadie’s timid admission on Saturday morning set the tone for the rest of our weekend. From that point on, the flood gates opened between us. We both spoke about our insecurities from our past relationships. Her about her five lost years with some asshat named Max, whom I’m desperate to find and size up after I bring Sadie out of her shell. And me, of course, about Bianca and the three years I spent with her while I gave her everything I had and then let her leave with it. That infuriated Sadie to no end, and I’ll have to say I rather enjoyed seeing that she has a jealous side to her.

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