Page 26 of Sinful Professor

She smiles and in two more strokes, we fall together. I bury myself as deep as I can and let her pussy milk me for every ounce of pleasure I can give. The moment seems to last forever until I collapse with my face in her neck. Both of us panting as we hold each other close.

“Brock,” she sighs. “Oh my…”

“So good, Sadie,” I nod. “Always so good.”

She hums as she runs her hand over the back of my head. When I’m able, I rise up to kiss her. Then I ask an important question.

“So, are you nervous about me meeting your parents?” I ask with a grin.

“No,” she says. “Not at all.”

“Will they believe we’re in love?”

“I don’t care what anyone else believes but us,” she says firmly.

Well, that works for me.

Eighteen

After hugging my parents goodbye, and watching Brock do the same, I slip my arms around his waist as he leads me back to his car. To say tonight was a success would be a gross understatement. And given the heat in his eyes over the last half an hour, I’m certain to be blissfully happy for the duration of our evening once we get back to his apartment.

As soon as we’re locked inside, he’s on me. His mouth on mine and his hands over every inch of my body as he walks us into his bedroom. After we collapse onto his mattress, we kiss until we’re naked. And then he’s pushing his hardened cock into my pussy. My moans of delight ricochet off the walls of his bedroom until we find our release together. After a whispered declaration of love, I slip off to sleep.

On Saturday morning, I wake to the feel of his hardened cock against my thigh. My small moan is all the green light he needs to make love to me and make me come enough times to put me back to sleep. When I wake for the second time, he’s right there beside me. His handsome smile making me warm all over.

“I love you, Sadie,” he breathes.

“I love you, too,” I say with a smile.

Even though he doesn’t need to write another song yet, because he won’t know if he’s made the top twenty until next week, he still gravitates to his piano or guitar a few times during the rest of the weekend. I am simply in awe of his limitless talent. And even though he seems uncertain, I still believe that he’ll be the last man standing in this contest. After we finish dinner on Sunday night, he pulls me into his arms for a sweet kiss and asks a question I wasn’t expecting.

“Will you move in with me?”

“What?” I ask with a smile.

“I don’t want to spend my nights without you anymore,” he says. “I want you with me. Always.”

As soon as I agree, he almost seems to sag with relief. Then he holds me even tighter and buries his face in my neck.

“Thank you,” he breathes.

“I want to be with you, too,” I tell him.

“No,” he says as he straightens. “Thank you for coming to my office to tell me about the contest. If you hadn’t, I never would have found you. And I’d still be…”

He doesn’t have to continue because I know exactly what he’s trying to say. And I’m more than happy to be everything he needs.

“I feel like I’m being selfish with you,” he finally says. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you, Sadie. It’s just that you make me feel so much and the only way for me to handle it is to make love to you or put my emotions into a song.”

“When I’m with you, I feel loved and cherished, Brock,” I smile. “It’s a joy for me to inspire your creative ability. Really.”

“Oh, my sweet Sadie.”

He kisses me soundly before insisting on getting what I can from my place to stay tonight. And so goes our week. Each day when we’re finished at the university, we grab a few more things from my place. By Thursday, I’m completely moved in with him and I’ve contacted my landlord about ending my lease. Unfortunately, we’ve yet to consummate this next step in our relationship because of my period. But I’m certain it will only make things better when he can have me again. On Friday morning, when I tell him I’m finished, his eyes darken, and he makes a demand of me for the day.

“Wear your sexiest bra and panties and that stunning blue wrap dress,” he says. “So, when you come to my office, I can unwrap you. And make you come.”

Just hearing him say those words is almost enough to make it happen now. Judging by the smirk that lights his face, he knows it, too. Somehow, we get through our morning without giving in to our desires. But that only makes me want him more. When we get to the School of Music, he walks me to my office and leaves me with a kiss. And a teasing pinch of my nipples.

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