Page 46 of Hello Kitten

I turn to look at him, to apologize, but his mouth fits to mine, and he grips the back of my head so hard, I feel like I’m melting into him. I gasp and draw back just enough to speak. “Adrian, what are you—”

“I’m notjustyour professor. Things change. I might not be your professor after summer. I’m just Adrian too,” he pants against my mouth.

“And right now?” I ask before kissing him again, my tongue slipping between his lips to tangle with his. “Who are you now?”

“I’m a fucking dom, and you’re a brat who’s been driving me insane. If you don’t get on my lap and ride me like you need my cock to live, I will bend you over between these two front seats, make sure you’re stuck there, and spank you until you’re so loud and your ass is so red that there is no one who won’t know you’re being punished,” he threatens.

His low growly voice, the way it echoes through my body, but makes me feel grounded and sure ... I missed it so much. I wrap my arms around his neck, climb onto his lap, and kiss him hungrily. I bunch my skirt up around my hips, then go for his belt.

Adrian kisses me hungrily, grabs my ass, strokes my thighs, tangles his hand in my hair, cups the back of my neck. It’s too much and not enough. I want to scream, I want to have him in every possible way all at the same time. Eight days without kissing him.

I jerk his pants down as he lifts his hips and feel his hard cock rub against me. He catches my wrists and puts one of my hands around him. “Put me inside younow,kitten.”

“Someone could—”

“The car is so fogged that no one will see us,” he promises, cutting me off. “Do it, brat.”

He spanks me, just to prove he can, then collars my throat, squeezing tightly. I slide him inside me and moan against his mouth.

Adrian nods. “Don’t tell me no again.”

I kiss across his neck, then bite him as I ride him hard and fast. I rub my own clit as my lips part against his throat. Adrian grabs my ass hard, slowing me slightly. “Never tell me no when you’re soaking your panties for me.”

“Yes!” I mewl against his throat.

“When you kiss me like that,” he lists.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

“When you can only get off because I’m inside you,” he snarls.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please, sir. I need you,” I pant in his ear.

Adrian thrusts up every time I come down on him. Neither of us are going to last long, but I don’t care. I’ve missed touchinghim, feeling him, having him. Fuck the consequences as long as he keeps making me his.

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We pant together as I lay on his chest. He rubs my back in slow circles as we come down from the high of our orgasms.

“That was good,” I finally whisper. “Despite being really,reallybad.”

“Let me worry about the bad,” he says in my ear. “We won’t go on dates and we won’t make this a regular, consistent thing.”

“You couldn’t even keep your distance for a week,” I grumble.

He nips my earlobe. “You’ll just tell your friends you’re fucking someone new and you’ll stop leaving marks on my neck.”

I kiss one mark. “You make it sound simple.”

“Just a few months and we’ll be on winter break. Plenty can change for an adjunct professor in that time,” he says gently then he pats my thigh. “In the passenger seat, kitten.”

I lift my hips, feeling him glide out of me and I adjust my panties and my skirt as I slide into the passenger seat. Adrianturns the A/C on the windshield, rubs his hand over the fog on the inside of the window and he drives off.

He takes us to a drive through to get some food and then he heads to my dorm. The warm fries and burgers rest on my lap as I squirm lightly, feeling the cum still dripping.

“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper. “I can’t.”

His hands tighten around the wheel. “I’m addicted to you, kitten. I’ll never stop. But we have to get creative.”

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