Page 17 of Whirlwind

I press my mouth harder to hers and use one of my hands to prop myself up while the other tangles in her wet hair. She opens to me beautifully, and my tongue strokes against hers. Her mouth is wet and warm, her soft body beneath me a dream. The only thing better than this would be if we were on a bed—or at least somewhere dry and soft. Yet there’s an intensity to kissing her here as the evening turns into night.

Her hips wiggle, and I groan into her mouth as our tongues duel. Fuck, she tastes amazing, like a good whiskey, spicy and sweet. It’s even better than I drummed up in my head when I’d fuck my hand thinking about her, thinking about what it would be like to throw caution to the wind and fuck her over my desk while I had her read forecasts and dew points to me.

The sounds of thunder rumbling in the distance spurs me to drive deeper into her mouth. We almost died.Shealmost died. I roll to my side and yank her full body into me, the smell ofwet grass and dirt mixing with the faint sweetness of her floral perfume and sweat.

“Fuck,” I groan between our kisses, which have only become more desperate. “I’ve wanted this.”

She tugs at my bottom lip with her teeth as she drapes a thick-thighed leg over my hip so my cock is flush against her pussy. She rocks into me, using one of her hands to grip my arm for leverage.

“Me, too,” she breathes as her chest presses into mine.

Even if it’s now obvious, her verbal confirmation that this hasn’t been a one-sided attraction coupled with the feel of her fingers on my skin and her sex grinding against me only encourages me to do what I know is wrong. I grip her waist with my hand, digging my fingers into the soft flesh there, and tug at the bottom of her wet shirt. The moment my fingers brush the skin of her belly I growl, my hips grinding against hers for any kind of relief.

“Yes, Ryker,” she groans. “I need you.” Her hand slips from my arm and travels down my pecs then my abs, a shiver coursing up my spine from her touch. Her path only stops when she reaches the buckle of my jeans. The sound of the jingling metal acts like a key to a lock, and I lose all sense.

I flip her on her back again, and she puffs out a surprised squeal as my lips press to hers and her fingers continue to undo my belt. The vibration of the zipper sliding down has me bracing an arm above her while my other one brushes down her collarbone before squeezing one of her heavy breasts. I thumb her nipple through her wet clothes, earning me a moan.

I devour Finley recklessly, my lips bruising and rough against hers. It’s getting darker now, and the sound of crickets buzz. The storm has passed, yet now, a new storm is here, one that I cannot tame, even if it’s one that I should.

I grind into her, pinching her nipple.

“Yes, Ryker,” she whimpers, the sound fueling me.

“Take my cock out, Finley. Show me you want me.” I feel her nodding as I tug her lower lip between my teeth then suck on her tongue. Her hand seeks out the fly of my briefs, and when her warm palm grips my aching shaft, I release a feral noise against her lips and thrust into her touch.

“Fuck.” My own hand moves from her breast and down until I reach the button of her jeans. I flip it open and pull the zipper down, getting out of her grip for a moment so I can look into her eyes.

Her amber irises are darker than usual, and the last of the sun glows on her pale face that dances with a light smattering of freckles. She looks so beautiful, so innocent—and she’s all fucking mine.

I keep my eyes on hers as she lifts her hips up so I can pull down her pants and underwear until I see her glistening sex.

I scissor open her pretty cunt framed with perfectly trimmed coarse brown hair and rub my thumb over her clit. She moans my name, hands gripping at the grass, movements desperate and horny. Jesus, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her, to feel her, to know she’s here, she’s with me, and we’re okay.

I lay back down on top of her, our mouths meeting in a frenzy. I push my hips against hers, my heavy length sliding over her sex and causing us both to moan into each other’s mouths. I want to ask her if this is alright, but her hand moves between us and grips my length, now wet with her arousal. Her thumb teases the crown and slides my precum over the tip.

“Shit,” I gasp against her lips. I feel her smile, and then she’s shifting until I’m notched at her entrance, and the tip of my cock sinks in. I curse again at the tight wetness I feel there. I’m not even fully inside of her yet, and I know she’s going to squeeze me like a vise and make me see stars.

“Fuck me,Professor.”

My entire body shudders at her filthy forbidden words, and my hips punch forward to fully stake my claim inside her, myballs slapping against her skin as her cunt hugs me tight with every inner muscle she has. “Jesus, Finley.”

Her fingernails dig into my shoulder blades as her hips lift, pulling me deeper. Her head presses back into the ground. “Oh, god,” she cries. “You’re bigger than I imagined.”

I manage a shaky breath, kissing her neck and sucking on her pulse point as I circle my hips and make her moan. “How many times did you imagine fucking your professor, Ms. Buckley?”

Her nails dig deeper. I continue with the circles, not giving in to the wiggling hips urging me to move. “Please,” she begs.

I reward her with a small shallow thrust and bite her earlobe. “Be a good girl, and tell me.”

“Too many to count.”

I hum, the vibrations tickling my lips, and then I pull all the way out and thrust back in. Her body shifts with the force, and I brace my arm above her head. This angle, with her pants and underwear down around her ankles, makes her pussy tight and hot like liquid fire. Tighter than she would be if I could spread her open and pound her into the ground.

“Do that again,” she says before I capture her lips with mine.

I give her what she wants.

My hips thrust in and out, in and out, my pace picking up as I become frantic for her. I want to feel her walls pulse around me as she comes and hear my name on her lips while she reaches ecstasy. I want her nails to make me bleed for her and this pussy to never forget that I was inside it, branding her as mine.

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