Page 6 of Her Professor's Valentine

Chapter 4

Professor Elliot

She made a soft,high-pitched moan as I pressed my lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I pulled her closer to me, her breasts pressing into my chest.

I licked along the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for me. It was wrong, this need I had for her, but I couldn’t stop it, not now that she was in my arms.

She opened her mouth, and I delved inside. My kiss was too rough, my need for her too great. I knew it, but nothing would change it. My cock hardened painfully, and I angled her head to deepen the kiss.

I wanted to devour her, to taste every inch of her body and mark her as mine. It was as if the dam had burst. I ran my hands down her back, her sides. Her skin remained hidden by fabric. It pissed me off. Gripping her shirt, I yanked, the buttons down the front popping off.

She made a surprised noise as I ran my hands along her smooth skin and pressed her to my bare chest. Soft and warm, she was everything I’d dreamed about. I kissed her deeper, my tongue tangling with hers as I ran a hand through her hair and pulled her head back until she was completely under my control. Too rough. But I couldn’t stop.

Instead of pulling away from me, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest through the lace of her bra. Total surrender.

“I need you naked.” I gripped the sides of her shirt and ripped it down her arms. She peeled it off, then reached behind her and undid her bra clasp.

When the bra fell off and revealed the perfect swells of her breasts, I palmed each of them. They filled my hands. I squeezed, and she moaned. God, her sounds filtered straight to my cock, thickening it in my pants.

It was wrong. She was a student. Despite what I’d told her about keeping my private life separate, this was a clear violation of university policy. When she dug her fingernails into my shoulders, none of that mattered.

I picked her up and laid her in the center of my bed. Her dark hair fanned out beside her. When I rose, she gazed up at me, her eyes shimmering in the low light. I unbuckled my belt and pulled it off, then unbuttoned my pants and stripped them and my boxers off.

Her gaze traveled my chest, my abs, and then settled on my thick erection. She licked her lips, and the movement made my cock twitch.

“Spread your legs.” I knelt and stripped her flats off, tossing them on the floor. Standing away from her, I gripped my shaft as she slowly opened her legs for me. “Wider.” My voice was gritty, deep, but she wasn’t scared. She spread until the only thing obstructing my view of her pussy was the hem of her skirt.

“Pull it up.” I gave my shaft a long, hard stroke. Pre-come pooled on the tip, and I wanted her to lick it off.

She followed my instruction, raising her skirt to her hips. I groaned when her pink, wet folds were revealed. Honey dripped from her, and I knew it would be as sweet, or maybe even sweeter than I’d imagined.

I swiped my index finger across my cock and climbed onto the bed between her knees. Her rosy tits called for my attention, the tips like hard pencil erasers. I caught one in my mouth while pressing my finger between her lips. She lapped at me, licking me clean as I sucked her nipple hard enough to leave a bruise.

I bit down, and she gasped around my finger. I pulled my hand away and used it to squeeze her other breast, the mound firm and soft.

“Ryan.” She writhed beneath me.

My name on her tongue was perfection. I switched nipples, giving them both equal time before kissing down to the sweet flesh between her thighs. She dug her fingers into my hair as I gave her one long lick. Her flavor burst on my tongue, warm and delicious. Sliding my hands beneath her, I lifted her ass, spreading her wide so I could get every drop of her honey.

She moaned and gripped my hair harder. I swirled my tongue around her clit and groaned with satisfaction as she pressed her pussy down onto my face. Fuck yes.

“I could come just from your taste.” I licked her long and slow again. “Look at me.”

She stared down at me, her green eyes half lidded. “Professor.”

I didn’t remind her to call me Ryan again. Instead, I enjoyed the taboo, the power I had over her in the classroom and out of it. She was mine.

Fastening my lips to her clit, I maintained eye contact as I licked and flicked her. I sped my pace, bobbing my head lightly along with the motion of my tongue.

Her cries, each one more desperate than the last, rose from low in her throat and echoed off the walls. I slid two fingers inside her, her tight cunt squeezing me. I pushed inside her to the knuckle, then gripped up, rubbing her in rhythm with my tongue.

“Profess—” Her voice turned into a keening sound as I nipped at her clit with my teeth then refastened my mouth to her. My hips ground into the bed as I fucked her with my mouth. I would bury myself balls-deep in her hot cunt, but first I wanted her to come all over my face.

When her hips began to seize, I shoved my fingers deep inside her and lashed her clit with my tongue. She clawed at my scalp and moaned as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. Just the thought of that sweet vise around my cock had me perilously close to the edge.

“Oh my god, Professor.” Her breath came out in a whoosh as her orgasm began to fade and the tension drained away.

After another long lick, I reached up and yanked her skirt down her legs. Then I spread her again, staring down at her wet cunt. I finally had her beneath me, and I was going to take full advantage of everything she had to offer.

I leaned over her and lined my cock up at her entrance. She stared up at me, her breasts heaving as she panted.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” I pushed my head inside her, her pussy squeezing me just like I knew it would.

She ran her nails down my back. “So have I.”

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