Page 78 of Forbidden Professor

With a daring smile, she reaches down and presses her warm palm against my cock.

“I know,” she hisses. “I want you, too.”

I groan, my excitement simultaneously pleasurable and painful. I lean down, my mouth finding hers again, my passion for her flowing through our kiss.

I want to lose myself in Eve.

I want to forget everything.

My mouth moves from hers, my lips planting feathery kisses along her cheek, down her neck and along her collarbone.

As if reading my mind, her words echo my thoughts.

“Take me, Carter, please. Make it all go away…don’t be gentle.”

I moan, pressing myself into her, unsure how far I can take this. I want to bury myself inside of her, hard and fast, hard and fast enough to make us both forget anything outside of this room exists.

I pull myself to my feet, staring down at her splayed out on the couch.

She’s so fucking sexy I can hardly think straight, but I put my hand out to pull her up with me and lead her to my bedroom. Gently but firmly, I push her back onto my bed and find her lips again as I hover over her.

She flexes her hips into mine, leaning up to twine her arms around my neck. I allow myself to be pulled down by her weight. Burying my face in her collarbone, I grab her neckline with both hands and rip her blue dress down to the waist, surprising both of us.

She gasps in surprise, her eyes lighting up with delight.

I expect her to protest, but she just encourages me, flicking her hips against mine and letting out a needy gasp.

The passion swells between us like an uncontrollable wildfire, already out of control and raging.

I find her lips with my own again, kissing her as hard and as passionately as I can without drawing blood. My cock is pressed between our bodies and one of her hands slides down my neck and over my ribs, making its way toward my zipper.

I growl and grab her hands, pulling them up over her head.

She gasps again.

“I’m doing what you asked, Eve. You want to forget everything, right?”

“Yes,” she hisses, her eyes dilating with desire.

In this position, Eve is under my control, at the mercy of my hungry mouth, my heavy weight on top of her body, my cock throbbing with need. I pin both her wrists with one of my large hands, my mouth ravishing hers, my kiss beyond punishing.

I trail my free hand down her curves to her outer thigh. Gentleness isn’t a factor here anymore; I ruck her dress up as hard as I can, loving how she gasps in response. I press her wrists into the mattress, pulling back so I can look down at her gorgeous face.

Her blonde hair is in disarray, her cheeks are pink, her tempting little breasts in their see-through lace bra are heaving. God, she looks so perfect right now, a wet dream come to life.

“Don’t move your hands,” I grit out. “Tell me you heard me, beauty.”

She licks her lips, a quick swipe of her tongue, and nods. “Yes, Carter.”

I give her a satisfied smirk, standing up. I pull off my t-shirt and then step out of my shoes. As an afterthought, I pull her heels off and unbutton my jeans.

She squirms a little as I kneel between her legs, looking down at her tattered dress and the parts of her body I’ve exposed.

Looking her in the eye, I shred the last bit of her dress and undo the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts are freed and I take a moment to admire them, reaching down and feeling the weight of them in my hands. Eve arches up into my touch and I reward her by lowering my mouth to her nipple, teasingly kissing my way around it before scraping it with my teeth.

She moans, her hands coming down to bury themselves in my hair. I release her nipple and nip the side of her breast gently, but firmly. Her whole body shudders as she says, “Ow!”

“Put your hands back up over your head,” I command her.

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