Page 10 of Tangled with the Professor

He’s perfect, always making me feel like I’m soaring and so patient with me. He has been so patient with me, with this whole horrible visit, I need to show him how much I want him too. Does he think I don’t notice the big outline of his cock straining against his pants? Since I’ve waited so long to be with anyonealready, it seemed right to wait for the perfect person, and I know that man is Mark.

Like everything else in my life, from cheering on my studies to training me as a TA, he’s just got a quiet, steadfast care about him. If I screw up, he lets me know it, then we get right back on track, and over time I’ve come to see I can do the same with him without him getting a massive ego attack and pulling rank.

“Isabelle,” he says, his breath hot on my thigh. “Are you still with me?” He laps at my pussy and makes me squeeze my legs around his head.

“I was thinking about you,” I admit.

He fakes a scowl. “If you can think at all, then I’m not doing this right.”

He presses his tongue hard against my clit, then slides it down to push deep inside me. Every last thought flies out of my head and all I can do is feel every amazing sensation he’s giving me. I nod, letting my head fall back onto my pillows, getting wrapped up in the bliss that courses through my body.

“Oh, you’re doing just fine,” I murmur.

Soon I’m writhing underneath him as he works my body until I’m panting and clawing at his hair. Still he won’t let me have release, teasing me mercilessly until I’m quietly begging.

“Please,” I say, my voice getting dangerously loud.

He chuckles and shakes his head between my thighs. “I like eating your sweet little pussy way too much, and I hardly got to enjoy dinner.”

I bat at his head. “I’m really going to scream,” I warn him. “I’ll scream your name.”

“That sounds too enticing,” he groans, but lowers his head again.

Seconds later, his expert tongue is driving me wild and I’m thrashing as silently as I can, rumpling the bedspread andtossing one of the pillows off the bed. I grab the other one and slam it down over my face, biting on a mouthful of cotton and feathers as one final lick sends me over the edge.

As the orgasm rocks me, Mark holds tight to my hips, easing back to kiss my thighs and then my stomach. A few moments later, as shockwaves are still coursing through me, he makes his way back up to cradle me in his arms. I cling to him, my heart swelling with happiness and relief as my body settles down.

“That was amazing,” I finally manage, tilting my head up to see him looking down at me.

He sleepily kisses my forehead, then starts to sit up. “I better get out of here before I fall asleep in your bed and cause the next world war to break out.”

I immediately grab onto him and whisper “What if I want you to stay? What if I want to do more?” That piques his attention and he is immediately back on top of me, driving me into the bed with the force of his kiss and the stiffness of his cock. It’s only been seconds since my previous orgasm, but as he grinds against my clit, I feel like I’m only seconds away from another.

“Mark,” I say, breaking our kiss, but he just moves to my neck, working his way down to my torso. “Mark,” I get out again, knowing I have to tell him this, “I’m a virgin, but I want my first to be you,” he pauses as I finish speaking and moves back so we are at eye level.

“Oh little girl, I’ll be your first… and your last,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for this now?” he asks, more gently this time.

“I’m ready.” He doesn’t need anything more than that and before I know it, we’re both fully undressed.

I can’t help but gasp when I see his huge cock standing tall in front of him. A big, veiny beast, throbbing and dripping.Bigger than I was ever prepared for. “It’ll fit, don’t worry,” he says, sensing my nervousness. Curious, I reach out and run my hand along his rippling length. He audibly shudders.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to touch me, little girl. Tell your daddy how much you like touching him, how much you want him inside of you,” he says, covering my hand with his and showing me how to stroke him.

“So bad, Daddy, I want you inside of me,” I say, barely above a whisper. He looks feral, and before I know it, he’s pulling back—staring at me while continuing to slowly pump himself. He positions himself between his thighs and then rubs his cock up and down through my slit. I moan so loud I immediately cover my mouth. Mark just chuckles, never taking his eyes off where is head is rubbing my pussy.

“Ready, baby?” he asks, all I can do is nod. “Stay quiet for daddy, little girl,” he says, before slipping inside. It’s the most delicious pain I’ve ever felt and I already know no one could ever compare to him.

“You feel so good, like silk wrapped around me,” he says as he starts thrusting into me, each stroke somehow longer than the last. I can’t speak, I can barely breathe. He picks up his pace.

?“I’m not going to last, little girl. Feels too good,” his thrusts grow more erratic and I can feel my second orgasm breaking through. His pace becomes near-punishing, but he keeps sneaking glances to make sure I’m okay. A man possessed, but still concerned about my wellbeing is exactly the man for me.

?My climax comes like a wave, slow at first and then forcefully cresting. I can feel him spill into me as soon as my walls contract around him. It’s glorious, better than I could have ever imagined.

?He collapses onto me, nuzzling against my chest. I bury my hands in his beautiful waves.

?“Is it always that amazing?” I ask, he looks up, balancing his weight on his elbows beside me.

?“It’s never been like that before, Iz. Like I said, you were made for me,” he says, planting kisses around my face between each word.

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