Page 68 of The Professor
The gag came out, and I barely summoned the energy to lick my lips. He then released the nipple clamps, the rush of blood to my nipples dragging a gasp from my throat.
“Come here, sweet girl.” He released the cuffs and caught me as I dropped into his waiting arms. “I’ve got you. I will always have you and I will always protect you.” He kissed my cheek, his lips moving to my ear and nibbling. “I love you, I have for so long.”
I couldn’t respond, I was a limp doll, my brain mush. I only had enough thought to know that I wouldn’t have the energy to ride him if that’s what he wanted—he’d need to do all the work to sate himself.
“Lie over here.” He urged me onto a leather bench, bending me over the way he had when he’d spanked me. “Just breathe,” he said. “Allow your body to stay limp and pliant.”
It was all I could do, and I let my weight relax and my arms hang forward. My cheek squashed on the leather.
In my peripheral vision I saw his pants land in a heap. He was naked behind me, his cock at my pussy.
He pushed into my sopping, quivering pussy, and I moaned at the dense sensation stretching my teased flesh.
“Ah yeah…still trembling and tight from your orgasms.” He grasped my ass cheeks and bottomed out, his balls pressing up against my pussy lips.
Having him inside me was incredible, the icing on the cake to my immense satisfaction, and I closed my eyes, lost to him. But he didn’t pound in and out of me, he glided, a languid, controlled fuck that didn’t match the moans of lust coming from him.
Coolness slid down the crack of my buttocks, and then his finger was over my asshole.
I whimpered, the need for him to touch me everywhere was intense, even though no one had ever touched metherebefore.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, breaching my darkest hole with his finger as he fucked me with his cock. “We’re perfect together.”
There were no words in my mouth. I was still high on being possessed by him.
“Don’t fight me, okay.” He added another finger to my ass. “Because this is going to happen. I will claim you here.”
I knew what he was going to do, that much made sense, and when he removed his lubed fingers and set his cock at my anus, I blew out a breath, letting go of any tension.
I was going to get my ass fucked—by my hot professor.
He gripped my hair with one hand, his fingers tight, then with the other he held my waist. His legs were butted against mine as he found purchase on my hole. And then, on a slow ride, he pushed his cock in. It was a steady invasion that widened me around his thick head and filled my rear with his density.
“Ah fuck, you’re incredible.” He’d taken me, absolutely. “And don’t worry…I’m not going to pound in and out…of you…oh fuck, it’s here.” His fingers tightened. He stiffened, his root widening. “Ah, yeah…I’m coming…”
He throbbed inside me, succumbing to his release and growling out fierce unholy praises to the good Lord above.
He leaned over me, and heat spread over my chest. He kissed my ear, his breaths a storm.
“Mine,” he growled. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m…yours.”
“All fucking mine.” He thrust his hips as though he couldn’t get deep enough. “And I’m not letting you go now that I’ve got you.”
I trembled and shook, my asshole clamping around his cock. A blissful sense of satisfaction poured through me. Finally, we were together and we’d never be parted.
After a few minutes, he straightened and withdrew.
I shivered. Sweat was cooling my skin.
“Babe, come here.” He pulled me into his embrace. “Are you okay?”
“Never better.” I smiled up at him and looped my arms around his neck. “I’ve wanted you for so long, to experience the real you. And now I have.”
“And you didn’t hate it?”
“No.”
