Page 13 of Tangled with the Professor

“Fucking gorgeous,” he says, once again pressing me against the wall and leaning to capture my breast in his mouth. His tongue rolls over my tight nipple and my whole body squirms for more. “You have the most perfect tits, and I could lick them forever, but I need to taste more of you.”

Yes, yes, this is what he’s made me love so much. I melt against the wall as he kisses lower, fast and full of hunger for my body. He tugs at the zipper of my jeans, dragging the stiff fabric down my legs until they’re at my ankles.

“I need you naked,” he breathes, kissing my thighs. He pushes them apart and slides his hand between them to mold his palm against my aching heat. “Oh, fuck, you’re so damn wet already.”

“I can’t help it,” I whimper.

My hips are moving, my whole body craving his touch, his tongue, but he’s teasing me now, with a wild look in his eyes.

“I love it,” he tells me, two fingers nudging into me as his eyes close.

“Oh, please don’t stop,” I plead.

He chuckles, kissing me deeply as he pushes his fingers deeper. I gasp against his mouth at the delicious invasion.

“I’m not stopping, little girl. Tell me what you want.”

My hand slides down his hard chest to the even hard, throbbing rod in his pants. I press against it, making it jump against my palm. “This,” I say. “Give me this.”

“Don’t worry. Daddy’s going to give you every inch of his big cock. Deep inside this tight, wet pussy of yours.”

“Yes,” I moan, spreading my legs wider, craving so much more.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“Give me your cock, Daddy. Every great big inch.”

“Good girl.”

He drops and plunges his face between my trembling thighs, burying his tongue so deep in my slick folds that I cry out at the rush of pleasure. He laps at my juices, moaning as if my body is the tastiest dessert he’s ever eaten. He nips at my swollen clit and I can barely stand under his onslaught, but he holds onto my hips, keeping me from melting into a heap.

“I need to fuck you so badly, little girl,” he says breathlessly between licks. “I need so much more than my tongue inside you.”

His words and the way he circles my clit breaks the dam and I cry out, clutching at his hair as he keeps driving me. My muscles contract, my body sings, and he still keeps going.

“I can’t…” I gasp. “Oh God, what are you doing to me?”

Another orgasm crashes on the heels of the first and I barely feel his fingers digging into my hips as he pushes his tongue deeper and harder inside me. I’m shaking, knees like jello, powerless against all that pleasure he’s giving me. I start slipping down the wall, on the verge of tears as more bliss washes over me.

He holds me up, standing and pulling my limp, shaking body into his arms. His hard cock presses against my belly and I moan. I should be beyond need at this point but I still want more.

“Now, Daddy.” I beg, looking up at him.

With his face covered in my juices, he slams his mouth against mine, his tongue inside me again, tangling with mine. His hands run down my body, feverishly pulling me closer, hisbig palms sliding over my ass and cupping me so that I’m grinding against his shaft.

The rough feel of his jeans makes me rumble with discontent and I push away to grapple at the zipper. He laughs and taps my hands away, then picks me up, carrying me through the living room and down a wide hallway. Kicking open a door, he takes me into his bedroom and a second later I’m on his bed.

He stands over me, his gaze shifting up and down my naked body, splayed and ready for him, and yes, very, very eager. He whips off his shirt and lowers his jeans and boxer briefs, those intoxicating dark eyes never straying from mine.

Holding out my arms to him, he falls onto the bed beside me, taking a handful of my hair as he kisses me.

I turn to the side and reach for that cock I want so much. It’s hot and silky, alive and pulsing in my grasp. He groans against my mouth as I begin to stroke up and down, running my thumb through the moisture at the tip. I begin to wriggle closer, slinging my leg over his hip.

He laughs, pulling back to smile at me. “Tell me what you want, my perfect girl.”

There’s so much fiery heat in his eyes I should be turned to steam. My rapidly pounding heart feels full and I return his smile. This man makes me feel so happy, so safe and cared for that I feel even more sure he was the one worth waiting for.

“You,” I say. “I want you.”

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