Page 43 of The Professor
“Scratch me,” he groans out, pounding my extremely sensitive pussy.
I’ve never purposely scratches someone before, so I rake my nails down his back without much pressure.
His eyes become wild, almost scary, as his hand wraps around my throat. It’s terrifying, as he starts to apply more pressure and my eyes widen. I can’t speak, but fuck, the way his hard cock is dominating my pussy, I can’t figure out if I’m more turned on or scared. Applying a bit more pressure, I instinctively claw at his back, digging my nails in hard.
“Fuck, yes. Good girl,” he moans, releasing his tight hold on my throat, but not removing his hand. “I want to feel the pain, don’t be scared to hurt me.”
I don’t understand it. It’s heartbreaking to me that he wants me to hurt him, but then again I guess everyone has a kink. The thought is quickly replaced by immense pleasure taking over my body as he tosses my legs over his shoulders. His fingers dig into my hips as he fucks me hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I moan, grabbing onto the blankets.
“You’re tight pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick, Emma. I want to feel you come on me, I want you to let your body take over,” he grunts.
Opening my eyes it’s almost too much. I feel him everywhere, but looking at him watch himself fuck me is my undoing. My pussy tightens around him and I do exactly as he says and let my body take over.
“Drake,” I shout as I explode around him.
He doesn’t slow his punishing pace though, he continues pounding into me, which makes my orgasm go on and on. Just when I think I might rip in half, he begins moaning.
“Fuck, Emma,” he hisses as he finds his release.
He collapses on me, his head on my stomach and my pussy on his chest. We stay this way for a while, so long in fact that I start to doze off.
“Emma,” he whispers, pressing his lips gently to mine.
I snap my eyes open and remember where I am. “Shit, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You’re more than welcome to sleep in my bed anytime you like, but maybe you could let me feed you first,” he says with the sexiest grin.
Staying the night would be amazing, it would be a fucking dream, but I just can’t. Aubrey would have nonstop questions. Questions, I don’t know how I’m ever going to answer. As I slowly sit up, Drake tosses one of his shirts onto the bed.
I pick it up and when he turns from me I give it a small sniff. Damn, I’m gonna keep this. Slipping it on, I reluctantly climb out of bed and slide my panties back on. Walking toward him, in his white shirt, gray sweatpants and freshly fucked hair, I smile. But my heart nearly leaps out when he reaches for my hand and locks his fingers with mine.
Giving me a small grin, he lifts my hand to his mouth pressing a soft kiss on it. “Hungry?”
He orders Chinese food and we enjoy the warm evening, eating it outside. This ranch is breathtaking. I’d love to live on something like this someday. Which I end up telling him.
“My dad did the best he could, but we don’t have much. I grew up living in an apartment, so seeing this much land and this beautiful house makes me want it all,” I confess to him.
“Never stop reaching for your dreams. Don’t ever settle in life. If you want to live on a ranch, keep going until you do,” he says so sincerely.
“I don’t intend to ever settle,” I reply.
Smiling, he sips his beer, nodding his head. “Good. I think we need to start getting a resume together for you internship.”
Just the thought of it has my stomach twist in knots. The fear of rejection is huge and I’m not ready for it. Not wanting to disappointment him, I force a smile.
Pushing my hair out of my face that the wind keeps moving, I say, “I’ll get to it soon.”
“Emma, don’t let fear stand in your way,” he says, reaching over to rest his hand on my knee, giving it a squeeze.
I take in his handsome face as nerves swim in my stomach at the words I’m about to say. “You shouldn’t either.”
“I don’t let fear stand in my way,” he says, a bit harshly.
This is where I get myself in trouble sometimes because I can’t let well enough alone.
“You don’t allow yourself to get close to anyone, your words not mine. The reason you do that is because you’re scared to lose them. That, professor, is letting fear stand in your way,” I say.
