Page 16 of Her Professor's Valentine

“It’s not crazy. It’s fate.” He rose and followed me.

“I’m your student. Last night was a mistake. What if you get caught? Am I just one of many? How many other students have you slept with?” My back hit the wall, and he placed his hands on either side of my head. God help me, but the burning look in his eyes had heat growing between my thighs, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

“No one else. Just you. And this isn’t a mistake.”

“How do you know?”

“Can’t you feel it?” He pressed his palm to my chest, right over my heart. “Here?”

His touch, so sure and steady, made my knees begin to wobble.

“I feel something, but I just don’t know if it’s real.” I peered up at him, his blue eyes fixed on mine. “And you’re so, so overwhelming.”

“Are you afraid of me?” His gaze flickered to my lips.

“No. Should I be?” My breathy voice betrayed me.

“Never.” He ran his palm down my cheek, then pinched my chin and pulled my mouth to his.

His tongue swept past my teeth, and he angled his head to kiss me deeply. I grabbed his shirt as he ran a hand through my hair and pulled, bending me back and taking complete control.

I moaned, and he swallowed the sound. He cupped one of my breasts and squeezed, then ran his thumb over the hard tip. Why did I throw all logic out the window the second his lips made contact with mine?

He pulled back and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms as he pulled it over my head and tossed it. He grabbed his shirt by the neckline and peeled it off. The dusting of dark hair along his chest drew my eye, and I ran a hand down it and to his abs.

“Take your bra off.” He gritted his teeth and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans.

I unclasped my bra and shrugged it off, my nipples hard and tingly in the cool air. Covering myself wasn’t an option after what he’d told me this morning before the shower.

He shucked his pants and boxers, his shaft thick and hard. “On your knees.”

My pussy grew wet at the command in his voice. It was crazy, wrong, and I should have said no. Instead, I dropped to the rug at our feet. He gripped my hair and stepped toward me, wedging his feet between my thighs and pressing my back flat against the wall.

I darted my tongue out and tasted the pre-come on his tip.

“Open your mouth.” He squeezed my hair, and I complied, opening wide.

He pressed his head down and slapped it against my lips before sliding his cock into my mouth. When he pushed farther than I could take, I tried to move back, but my head was pinned against the wall.

“You’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” He peered down at me.

I nodded on his cock.

“Good girl.” He pulled back, then sank into my mouth.

He thrusted twice, the second time farther. I gagged, and he pulled out so I could catch my breath. But he didn’t give me long before pushing back inside.

“We’ll work on your gag reflex.” His voice was a guttural grunt. “But for now, suck me off.”

He was so filthy, and I loved every dirty word that fell from his lips. I licked the bottom of his shaft as he fucked me in slow strokes, his hard cock taking up every bit of space in my mouth.

I gripped his thighs as he pushed in and out of my mouth. Looking up at him, I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked. He tensed and thrust in smaller strokes, his cock head pressing against the roof of my mouth.

“Fucking shit, Penny.” He pulled out and dropped to his knees.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed against him as he took my lips in a rough kiss. His hands went to my jeans, and he made quick work of the zipper before yanking them and my panties down.

“On your back. Spread your legs.” He pulled me onto the rug, and I lay back. Easing my legs apart, I took a deep breath. I was still sore from the prior night, but I didn’t want him to stop. Would I ever want him to stop?

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