Page 16 of The Professor: Ep. 1

There was no way I could go back downstairs now. Not without having felt her. Not without having come first. Not without having indulged this insanity.

I licked her through the vestiges of her climax before shucking off my jeans. Stealing a condom from my pocket, I tossed the pants onto the floor and ripped open the foil. Kayla watched me with bedroom eyes, her expression one of astute gratification. But a hint of longing underlined her features. She wanted this. She wanted me to fuck her into this bed and ensure she had a memory to last a lifetime.

I shouldn’t do it.

I should tell her to get dressed and meet me outside.

But the last of my reserves left as she pulled her hand away from her mouth to reveal the bite marks she’d left behind.

I’d done that to her.

I’d driven her to such heightened lengths that she’d had to bite herself to keep quiet.

Now I wanted to make her do that to my tongue while I drove into her.

I sheathed myself with the condom and unbuttoned my shirt—the latter was more to appease her than myself—and laid over her. Normally, I prefer more creative angles, but I wanted to be able to watch her as I fucked her. I wanted to be able to kiss her. To praise her. To indulge her.

It was so different from my usual conquests. Which I imagined was becauseshediffered from my usual bed mates.

Kayla Mickelson was an intoxicating mix of nymph and youth. Innocence underlined with experience. Sex punctuated by eagerness.

This lesson had gone to hell. It seemed she was teaching me now, driving me to the culminating act of my lecture far before I was ready to deliver it, and I couldn’t pause to evaluate what that meant. Instead I angled myself with her entrance and drove inside. I caught her yelp with my mouth, swallowing her cries with a kiss meant to bruise.

She drew her nails down my back in response, then grabbed a fist full of my hair and melted into my kiss.

It was erotic. Overwhelming.Insane.

Too many months of craving something I shouldn’t have culminated in an act of near violence. The only thing holding me back was the party downstairs. If I drilled her too hard, they would hear. And we couldn’t have that.

Instead, I opted for deep thrusts with a slower pace, ensuring she felt every inch of me without the necessary power. It kept our movements quiet, yet fierce.

She wrapped those long legs around my waist again, encouraging me onward with her sharp heeled shoes. There would be marks against my ass. I didn’t care. I’d wear them with pride because she put them there. Just as I suspected there would be claw marks against my back despite my shirt acting as a barrier between us.

“Fuck, Kayla,” I breathed, grabbing her hip to angle her where I wanted her. “Are you going to come for me again, baby girl?”

“Yes.” She arched into me, receiving my thrusts. “Oh, God…”

I smiled against her lips. “Maddox,” I corrected. “When I’m inside you, call me Maddox.”

Her laugh was breathless and hot and then we were kissing again. All teeth, tongue, and lips, our bodies lost to each other in this fulfillment of need driven by our circumstances. It was the hottest sex of my life, and in the most unlikely of places.

She began to quiver again, her climax mounting. I slid a hand between us to press my thumb to her swollen nub, circling it in a coaxing caress meant to shoot her into the stars.

“Maddox,” she moaned, my name on her tongue making me shudder. It sounded so hypnotic and alluring. Oh, God, Mad—”

I captured her mouth as she detonated, her burst of rapture forcing me to follow her into an explosion of sensation. Heat engulfed me from head to toe, my body on fire in a way I never could have anticipated. And it went on and on, too, seeming to last for minutes and not seconds. I shook and cursed and groaned, the sound muted by our joined lips.

Then I shuddered against her, spent in a manner uncharacteristic of my prowess.

Oh, I had more to give.

But I needed a bit to recover first.

Because that had thoroughly blown my mind.

And the way she looked at me suggested it had knocked her off kilter as well.

I pressed my forehead to hers, catching my breath. Her chest heaved beneath mine as well, her exhales mingling with mine in an erotic kiss that seduced me into sealing our mouths together once more.

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