Page 14 of Tangled with the Professor

He swipes his tongue against my lower lip and pulls my face close again for another soul deep kiss. I drag my body closer, desperate to feel that hot, silky shaft against my most sensitive spots. When I’m rubbing my wet heat against him, he growls and tugs at my hair.

“I think I’m going to fuck you now,” he tells me.

“Yes, Daddy, please, please put all of this huge cock inside me.”

His eyes roll back and he goes wild, rising over me and pushing my legs wide apart. He moves his dripping tip back and forth against my opening, teasing my clit. His muscles strain as if he’s barely holding onto his sanity, his gaze moving up and down my body to finally focus on my face.

“I’m going to fuck your little pussy and come inside you, Isabelle. You’re mine now, understand?”

“Yes,” I say, pushing at his arms, his muscles rippling with barely controlled need. “I want you so much. Please, please fuck your little girl until—”

I’m cut off with a harsh gasp as he shoves deep inside me. I begin to move underneath him and the little sparks of bliss start coming back. I arch my back so my nipples rub against his chest, loving the feel of the crisp hairs against the tight peaks.

Slowly, he begins to move, easing out and sliding in, so deep I’m sure he’ll break me in two, but in the best possible way. I wrap my legs tight around him as his speed increases, along with my panting breaths. I don’t know how I can possibly have another orgasm with that great big cock pounding me so deep and hard, but I feel it rising in my core, curling my toes and making me dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

“Mark…” I say, my eyes closing as my head thrashes on the pillow.

“Tell me, little girl.”

“Fuck me even harder. I love it so much. I love your cock so much.”

“Damn it, Isabelle,” he rumbles. His body tenses and he thrusts once more with a feral roar, At the same time, he somehow finds my clit, shoving his hand between our sweaty bodies. My shout echoes his and just as I think I’m going to completely lose myself and never be able to come back, his mouth meets mine.

Our bodies slow, become less frantic and soon I hear myself laugh against his lips. He collapses against me and buries his head against my neck, his breath hot in my hair.

“Damn it, Isabelle,” he repeats. “Holy fuck, that was even better than last night.”

He suddenly lifts himself on his elbow to search my face, his eyes full of concern. I can barely focus on him as my body is still slowly coming back to earth from the heights he brought me to.

“Yes,” is all I can say.

He pulls me close and I rest my head on his shoulder, my heart still not fully slowed down yet, but I’m able to run my hand up and down his strong arm. I can take in his rugged face, the hint of stubble from skipping his morning shave, the dark, coffee brown eyes and slightly furrowed brows, even in total relaxation. This is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, share so many more moments like this with, but harsh reality is starting to creep back in.

He shakes his head ever so slightly and kisses my brow before moving back to capture my gaze. He stares into my eyes for a second before speaking. “I love you,” he says simply, quietly. The voice that means business, that tells me this is real.

“I love you, too,” I tell him, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

I don’t say anything else but the memories of yesterday and this morning are rushing back through the shield Mark built around us, here in his house. He seems to recognize my worries, but doesn’t say anything else, instead rising to swing his legs over the side of the bed.

“You must be starving, because I know I am.”

Instantly, my stomach growls. I barely ate any dinner last night and of course we fled the house without breakfast, getting here to safety and sanity as fast as we could. He strides across the bedroom that I’m now noticing is decorated in black andwhite, with sleek, modern wood furniture. His muscular body is on full display, distracting me from the landscape photos on the wall. He stalks like a wild animal, completely sure of himself and his surroundings.

I wish I was that confident, but I drag the sheet with me as I get up to look for my clothes in the front hall. With a grin, he tosses me his plush robe while pulling on a t-shirt and sweatpants. I gape at him in this ultra casual attire that I’ve never seen before. It does nothing to dampen the power and authority that he radiates and it somehow looks even sexier than his crisp suits.

He tells me he’s going to make us some breakfast and coffee, and playfully slaps me on the ass as I pass him to retrieve my clothes. I stop and he pulls me into a kiss. I wrap my arms around him, unable to be even a few feet apart from him. It’s only because I hear my phone buzzing from my jeans pocket in the hall that I pull away.

“Real life,” I groan. “I’m going to put that damn thing on silent for the rest of the day.”

“Make sure it’s not important,” he says, ever the professor.

“Yes, sir,” I say, laughing at his darkening eyes.

My laughter is cut off as the call ends and almost immediately starts buzzing again. Whoever it is seems determined. I dig the phone from my pocket and my mood fades.

“What?” Marks asks, sensing my distress.

I look up at him, cold fear for our newfound happiness clear in my eyes. “It’s my mother.”

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