Page 15 of The Professor: Ep. 1

I pressed my groin against her, allowing her to feel my need, and proving her some of the friction I knew she craved. Then I kissed her with a ferocity I could no longer hold back.

I’d wanted her all semester.

And now I had her naked and needy beneath me.

She wrapped her long legs around my waist, fulfilling every fantasy I’d had about her in those short skirts during class, and dug her heels into my ass.

The demand was clear.

Or was it an invitation?

She would allow me to fuck her here, in her childhood bed. No, not just allow. Shewantedme to take her here. I could feel it in the way her thighs tightened around me, could sense it in her arms as she encircled my neck, and could taste it on her tongue.

Fuck, it was hot.

It reminded me of my younger years, stealing kisses and orgasms inside the bedrooms of girls while their parents lurked nearby.

Only we were both very much adults in this, and very aware of the taboo quality of this arrangement. It was driving us both mad. Maybe she’d wanted me for as long as I’d desired her. I nearly asked, but my mouth was too busy memorizing hers.

I palmed her breast, squeezing and kneading her flesh while I ground my hips against her.

More,I thought.I need more.

And I’d promised to reward her with my tongue if I found her pantyless beneath that dress.

Yes, I would start there. Just as soon as I finished this mesmerizing kiss.

It took physical effort, but the reward between her thighs was just enough to coax me away. I nipped her jaw, her neck, her nipple, and continued my path downward to her soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck, Kayla,” I whispered, unable to hold back the expletive.

Then I licked her deep, needing to consume her in the way she appeared to be consuming me.

Only that made it worse. This craving inside me had boiled to a dangerous point of no return, my yearning dark and depraved and borderline obsessive.

I speared her with my tongue, loving the way she bowed off the bed in response. Then I slid upward to take her clit between my teeth and gave her what she really needed—pressure and sensuality and a rhythmic caress. I added a finger to the mix, then two, groaning when I realized how tight she was, and already imagining what it would feel like around my cock.

Because fuck, she almost felt like a virgin.

But I knew she wasn’t one. She was too assertive in the bedroom for that. However, she clearly hadn’t fucked anyone recently.

And that only made me burn hotter for her.

Her legs began to shake again, her fingers threading through my hair, as she started to ride my face. It was the most exquisite display of abandon, all her inhibitions lost to the pleasure mounting inside her.

She didn’t care what I thought or who caught us.

She just indulged.

And damn if that didn’t make me ache for her that much more.

I reached for her free hand and gave it a little shove upward. “Cover your mouth,” I told her. “Before you scream.”

She immediately clamped her palm over her lips, her expression one of agonized excitement. Her pants came in sporadic waves, her channel tightening around my fingers. I curled them upward, seeking that spot deep inside a woman that left her without any chance of surviving the cataclysmic impact of an orgasm, and sealed my lips around her clit at the same time.

Her limbs froze and then her entire body jolted as the ecstasy hit her hard, her mouth just barely quieting her vocal reaction to the insanity I’d just unleashed upon her.

It was a stunning display of hedonism that had my dick pulsating against my zipper.

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