Page 73 of Forbidden Professor

He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. He fucks me fast for a couple of minutes before slowing down, going painfully slow.

“Carter…”

He shushes me. “Be quiet, Eve. I’ll make sure that you get what’s coming to you.”

He teases me, lingering with barely his tip inside me. I writhe against him, lifting my hips. “Carter!”

He responds by going deep, fucking me so hard that I almost cry out.

Almost.

Every time he slides against my g-spot, I scratch at his back and call out his name.

“Oh, god. Carter… please! Please…”

He kisses me, slowing even though I just told him not to.

“Not so fast. I want you to slow it all down. Get on top,” he tells me. “I want to watch you.”

I bite my lip as he pulls out, laying down. On his back, he watches me straddle him. My hair has come undone and hangs in knotted waves over my breasts. He reaches up, pushes the hair aside, and pulls my nipples. I look down and grasp his cock to bring him to my opening.

He moves his hands to my hips.

“Slowly,” he tells me. “Remember what I said.”

I let my weight fall onto him, but he holds me up. I blush again. He seems to want to watch me take his cock into my pussy.

“Please,” I whisper when he is halfway in. He pulls me down onto him as hard as he can. I throw my head back and call out. It’s pleasure on the verge of pain, so complete and perfect that I can’t complain.

I want him too much.

My nails dig into his chest and he clutches my ass as I ride him. For a moment, the two of us move as one, our breathing harsh. All I know is the slap of flesh, the quiet groans pulled from his chest.

My breasts bounce wildly. Every part of his skin feels like hot silk underneath my fingertips.

“God damn,” he utters. “You are so tight, princess. So wet.”

My wetness is so intense it drips down between his thighs.

My eyes close tight and I grind hard against him.

“Look at me,” he tells me. “Tell me whose pussy this is. Tell me that it belongs to me.”

“It’s yours. Only yours, baby.” I flutter my eyes open, breathing hard. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

He pushes himself up and wraps my legs around his back. From here, he is in complete control.

He lifts me and lowers me onto his cock, while he covers my breasts in marks that I know will darken to hickeys by the next day. I score his back with my nails, marking him in my own way.

My legs are locked around him. His cock is soaked with my wetness.

“Fuck! I’m going to come…” I gasp out.

I can feel my orgasm start to wash over me as my innermost muscles clench.

“Fuck!” he roars. “Christ, Eve?—“

We both barrel over the edge together. When he explodes inside of me, I cry out.

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