Page 346 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

She wasn't sure if she said this to make him stop, but either way, it only seemed to do the opposite, spurring his tongue to move even faster and drive her wilder with desire.

It was just too much, too, too much, and as the pleasure sharpened up into an agonizing peak, she felt his mouth move up, his teeth grazing her clitoris.

AAAAAAH!

He sucked hard on the tiny nub of flesh, and she started coming...just...as...hard.

Wave after wave of pleasure struck her body, making her feel like she was being thrown all over in an ocean of sensations.

Too much. Just too, too much.

But before she could even start breathing again, she felt the professor moving, and when she managed to open her eyes, it was to see the professor sheathing himself with a condom.

Oh God.

His name came out in whimpers and gasps as he suddenly hauled her up to position Diana on all fours.

Oh God.

Was this what they called doggie—-

The professor shoved his member inside of her from behind.

And so it was...and it felt so, so good.

He began fucking her. Hard and good. Enough to make her breasts jiggle and create slapping sounds every time his hips hit the back of her legs. It was beyond erotic and embarrassing, but even as she felt her face heat up, she knew she would never in a million of years want it to stop. This was the professor fucking her,finally.She would always—-

AAAAAAAAH!

All sensible thoughts disappeared the moment the professor reached down to pinch her nipple.

Oh God.

Pinch. Thrust. Pinch. Thrust. Pinch. Thrust.

She tried to hold on to her sanity, tried to make it last, but when his fingers latched one last time to her nippleand never let go,it was just too, too much once more, and she gasped his name out.

"Matthijs!"

She sobbed as she came, and a moment later, she heard him growlhername as he started cumming, his fingers digging hard into the cheeks of her butt.

When she woke again, it was to the smell of something awesome.

Steak.

Mac & cheese.

Buttered corn.

She was already licking her lips even before she could open her eyes, and she heard a rich, lazy chuckle play in the air.

Oops?

Diana pushed herself up and turned towards the sound, her gaze already sheepish as it collided with the professor's golden eyes, which were gleaming with amusement. He was sprawled on the La-Z-Boy, dressed only in lounge pants and nothing else. He looked simply gorgeous, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

This man was hers.

Hers.

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