Page 15 of Filthy Professor

Harrison

Kat choked slightly at my bluntness, and I got a flash in my mind of her taking my cock with her mouth. I shook my head. How was I this horny? It had been years since I’d been insatiable, but then again, maybe the resentment affected my ex’s desirability. Kat was nothing but encouraging and seemed legitimately happy for me to return to Egypt. Hell, she even had the same dream.

“I’m not a lady who kisses and tells.”

I hummed. “I seem to recall you being a bad girl.” Shifting, I realized I was getting hard when an idea struck me. “Kat,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

“Yes?” she whispered breathily.

Fuck. She wanted release as badly as I did. “Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Go to your bedroom and lie on your bed, will you?” I asked, taking quick strides to the couch, where I’d fucked her less than twenty-four hours earlier. The phone shuffled, and I soon heard a door close and bed springs shift.

“Now what, Professor?” she asked, her voice lowering as I unzipped my pants.

“Tell me about your panties. What color are they today, love?” I asked, running my hand down my cock, pretending it was hers.

“Black.”

I took a shuddering breath. “Of course they are, my bad girl. Dive your hand down inside your panties.”

Her breath hitched, and I imagined her doing as I said.

“Now slip your fingers between your folds and find your clit.”

She whimpered, and I groaned.

“Circle those fingers and pretend it’s me.”

She moaned, and I nearly came just from her added sounds as I stroked up and down, my cock threatening to explode. I groaned again. “Do you hear that, baby? I’m rubbing my cock. It’s so hard for you. Shit, I wish you were here.”

“Me too,” she moaned, barely able to get it out. “Oh, god.”

“Thrust your fingers in now. Imagine they’re my fingers,” I whispered, stroking faster. I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “Shit, baby, you make me so hard.”

Her breaths came in pants now, and I pictured her fucking herself with her fingers. “Harrison! I’m going to come . . .”

“Me too.” I groaned as my own release came, the beautiful music of her moan and muffled scream reaching my ears.

“Holy hell,” she whispered.

I laughed, leaning over to grab some tissues off the coffee table to clean myself up. “That’s one way to describe it.”

“Well, I certainly wasn’t imagining that chemistry,” she purred. “Do we really need to wait for this weekend?”

I chuckled. “Finals review week, so I’m afraid it’s harder for me to get away.”

“Maybe the anticipation won’t be a terrible thing. Besides, I need to finish your article. My editor wants it yesterday.”

“Are they really that on you about it?”

She sighed. “He seems annoyed with me, but now I have this great scoop, that should make up for it.”

“Not sure anyone but you is going to care.”

“I’ll write such a compelling piece it’ll make them care.”

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