Page 29 of Teacher's Pet
He planted both hands on the door by my head, caging me in. Maybe to stop himself from grabbing my ass. Or maybe to make sure I couldn’t slip away.
I felt a bit cornered, his much larger body towering over me, and forcing me.
God, what if I pushed him far enough to just screw me?
Could I do that to a man like Nathan? Piss him off until no amount of begging would stop him from bending me over and stuffing my hole with his hard cock—
I whimpered involuntarily and felt one of his hands tilt my chin up, cupping my jaw.
I was getting lightheaded as he pressed further into me, his mouth forcing mine into a pliant mess.
Then he groaned, deep and low. So manly and rough.
Fuck.
He started to pull away, but I hooked my hands behind his neck and yanked him closer.
His breath caught, breaking into a low growl.
Suddenly, his hands were on my waist, firm, right above my ass. His fingers skimmed the edge of where I wanted them, teasing. I caught his wrists and dragged them lower until his palms were full of me, then tangled my hands back in his hair.
He gripped my ass hard, fingers digging in, before jiggling it in his palm like he was seeing what he could get away with. The rough squeeze made my hips shift into him, and he didn’t stop, kneading like I was just there to fill his hands.
His grip got harsher, greedier, until a sharp smack jolted through me.
Suddenly, he was lifting me like I weighed nothing.
I let out a small yelp and felt his chest vibrate with a deep chuckle.
Jesus, he’s strong.
I kept my eyes shut as my legs wrapped around his waist. He tasted so good. My head felt light.
I wanted him. I needed him. I didn’t care what I had to do.
“Fuck, I can't stop…” he muttered angrily between kisses, moving us somewhere.
Then I heard the sound of papers and pens clattering to the floor.
What was he doing?
He didn't break the kiss, as I felt myself being set down ontohisdesk.
I kept my eyes closed.
He shoved me down onto the desk, the edge digging into my lower back as he climbed up after me, crowding my space.
The polished, self-controlled professor was gone. this man was forcing my thighs apart, slotting himself between them like he wasn’t going to let me close them again.
I was burning.
“Professor?” My voice came out breathless between kisses.
I knew he was far gone, buzzing with lust since he started kissing my neck, gnawing lightly just under my ear.
“Hmm… is that how you kiss your wife?” I teased softly—
Then his teeth sank into my neck.
