Page 42 of The Professor's Holiday Surprise

If I open my mouth, I’m going to say three little words that will take this already intense moment to a level that scares me.

And I want to stay right here, on the mind-blowing sex level.

So I reach between us and push his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

Not the three words I was afraid of saying.

Thesethree words are perfect for this moment. Even as a virgin, I know men like to be complimented on their erections, and Noah has a lot to compliment.

I take his cock in my hand. It’s so warm, and it pulses against my fingers, thick and veined.

“It’s huge,” I say.

“He’ll fit.”

I rub the head against my clit, both of us watching. “Will he? He’ll just…slip right in?”

“Might notjustslip in.” He groans. “That feels so good. Fuck, this is how oops babies happen.”

I suck in a breath. “Not really an oops if we’ve already named them, right?”

“Truth. And it won’t be accidental on my part.” His gaze is hot and hooded. “I’ve wanted to give you babies since the first moment we met.”

A reminder that our connection has been there from the very beginning.

His fingers wrap around mine, taking over control of this moment. He drags his erection right to my entrance.

“When I come inside you, Paisley, I’ll be praying for it to take. You good with that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Then hold on tight. I’m going make your sweet little innocent pussy take every inch of my fat cock.”

The thick, flared crown presses me open, making my flesh stretch wide around him. That first burning intrusion takes my breath away, and I squirm away from him, but he’s got his arms banded tightly around me.

There’s no escaping this now.

He dips his head, his forehead pressing against mine. Pushing both of our gazes down to lock between my legs. “Look at you take me.”

Oh God. There’s so much of him that still has to push inside me. “I can’t. You don’t fit.”

“I’ll fit, baby.” He circles his finger around my clit. “Tell me you want me to breed you. Tell me you want Daddy’s baby in this tight little hole.”

His voice is hypnotic. I do. I do want that. I want every sexy promise he makes me, every deep, private intimacy we’ve ever fantasized about.

As long as he keeps up the dirty talk, maybe I can do this.

“Yes,” I managed to moan around the panic in my throat.

“Tell me.” He groans as he pushes his hips, claiming another inch of my virgin pussy. “I need my little Christmas elf to tell me she wants a cowboy baby inside her.”

“I do.” I’m panting, barely breathing, just little gasps.

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