Page 9 of Her Professor's Valentine

Chapter 6

Professor Elliot

I padded downstairs,the morning sun barely making an appearance through the windows along the front of the house. Penny was still asleep in my bed, her curvy form and angelic face gorgeous as she slumbered. Waking up rock-hard was nothing new, but waking up next to a beautiful woman and getting out of bed instead of fucking her senseless? Definitely new.

But, like I’d told Penny the night before, she wasn’t just a one-off fuck. Ever since I’d seen her on the first day of class, I’d wanted her, had to have her. Biding my time seemed the best option given that she was a student in my class. But the events of the prior night forced my hand.

I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. Thank God. Coming inside her had been the closest thing to a religious experience I’d ever encountered. I wanted to fuck her again, and I would, but only after she’d had some time to recover. Her pussy was tighter than a greased fist, and she had to be sore after the way I’d taken her.

The scent of coffee lured me to the kitchen, and I walked to the fridge and pulled out some English muffins and cream cheese. It only took a few minutes to toast them, slather them, and then pour two coffees.

When I got back up to my room, the bed was empty and the water was running in the en suite.

“Penny?”

A startled “oh” came from the bathroom, and she walked out. She’d pulled on her ruined shirt from the previous night, her fair skin peeking through. “Hey. I didn’t know where you went.” Her eyes zeroed in on the coffee. “Is that for me?”

I set the tray on my dresser. “Yeah, but I’m going to need a taste of something sweet before we can have breakfast.”

“What?” Her eyes opened wide.

“Take your shirt off.” I wanted to see every inch of her stunning body in the morning light.

She took a step back. “I’m not sure—”

“Off, Penny.” I ran my palm down my erection that pushed against my boxers, my cock demanding I give her another rough fuck. It would have to wait.

She slowly opened the front, revealing her ample tits. My bruises dotted her nipples, and satisfaction welled inside me. I’d enjoyed every second of marking her luscious body. And I’d enjoy doing it again. The shirt fluttered to the floor, her body on display.

I let my gaze travel down her curved waist to the dark patch of hair over her pussy. “Get on the bed.”

She chewed her bottom lip, then took a step. I turned, following her movements. She took two more steps, then one final, larger step, before turning to sit on the bed. Four. Her number.

My cock tented my boxers as I approached her. “Lie back and spread.”

Color tinged her cheeks a brilliant rose as she slowly reclined, her eyes glued to mine.

“Spread.” I hated repeating myself. She should know that from class.

Her knees parted, giving me a view of the paradise between her legs.

I dropped to my knees and ran my hands up her thighs. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.” Leaning forward, I bit her thigh right where it met her body.

She squirmed and let out a high-pitched noise at the pain. Once I’d made my point, I sat back and admired my bite mark on her skin. “If you don’t comply, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her breathless voice told me she was just as turned on as I was.

I rewarded her with a long lick up from her entrance to her clit.

“Professor.” She clutched the comforter.

I sank my tongue inside her tight pussy, enjoying her squirms and noises. “You like it when I fuck you with my tongue?”

“Yes.” Her hips bucked.

I brought my hand up to her pussy and replaced my tongue with my finger. Tonguing her clit, I pressed deep inside her and drew out her wetness. Then I moved it down to her tight asshole, running my fingertip across the tiny ridges.

Her breath hitched, and her toes curled as I buried my face in her sweet flesh. When she ran her hands through my hair and gripped, I knew I had her where I wanted her. Lapping at her with the broad side of my tongue, I continued massaging her asshole with steady pressure.

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