Page 18 of Rolling with my Professors

“No condom?” she asks shyly.

“My commitment to take care of you stands.” The bold words are foreign on my tongue.

She seems to ponder it for about a second—just long enough for me to add, “Is it a risk you’re willing to take… again?”

She nods, and that’s all I need. I reach down, gripping under her ass, and lift. Her legs wrap around my waist, my cock is prodding at her entrance, and her lips crash onto mine.

Rolling my hips, I press my tip into her curls, part her slick lips, and enter her hot, tight pussy. I have to catch my breath. No wonder I lost it so fast the other night.

A small gasp and flinch, followed by a wiggle, prompts me to keep going. Sliding in another inch, I give her time to get used to me.

“Fuck, Mila, how can you feel so good?” I’m channeling every ounce of resistance to make sure she comes first, while my primal instincts beg me to let go and fill her with my seed again and again until I’m sure she’s pregnant.

“I do? I’ve never had sex before.” Her voice is heavy with passion.

“Never, not even with…” In my shock, the statement falls from my lips, but I don’t finish it. I refuse to give my son space while Mila’s on my cock.

Mila shakes her head and opens her mouth, but I cut her off.

“You don’t have to explain.”

“The other night… the possible pregnancy…” Rutherford is confused, and very close as his body presses into our sides.

Fuck! I didn’t want to spell it out. “Just the tip, man. Now give us space.”

He gets an evil grin. “What do you say, Mila, can Daddy be a part of your first time?”

Tucking a finger under her chin, he angles her face to his and she welcomes him with a kiss that’s seductive enough I have to close my eyes or I’ll unload.

He pulls his lips from hers, barely angles his head toward me, and says, “Start pumping that cock unless you want me to give her the orgasm you promised.”

Rutherford’s presence makes my cock even harder and breaks my hesitation, unleashing my true desire… to fuck Mila.

“That’s it, Sterling. No more rules,” Rutherford says, his voice low and seductive. “Make her feel good.”

Mila’s fingers dig into my shoulders as I thrust deeper inside her, my movements becoming more urgent. Her pussy walls tighten around me as I pin her body between mine and the wall.

I groan, my voice strained with pleasure. “Why did I wait so long?”

Rutherford chuckles, the sound dark and full of promise. “You like riding dick, Little One?”

“Mhhh.” Her body trembles.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll teach you anything you wanna know about cocks. You want that?”

Mila whimpers and nods.

“Come for me, Mila,” I say, my voice a low growl.

Her breaths become labored. Her walls tighten around me even further. Her tit lifts as Rutherford’s hand claims it from underneath. He’s touching me as much as he’s touching her.

Fire burns my skin in the path of his hand. He lowers his head between us, ripping her shirt with his teeth.

My balls are heavy as they pull up tight, ready to release. Their bodies move in sync with mine.

A moment of hesitation creeps in. I’m not used to sharing… my son’s ex who he wants back… my student… She’s so much younger. Guilt twinges inside of me at how many ways this is wrong.

Sanity and respect for the rules have exited my consciousness.

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