Page 50 of The Professor
“Oh God, yes,” I moan out.
The idea that he’s been fantasizing about me the way I have about him is such a turn on. Not to mention the image of him jerking off is hot as hell.
He backs away from me unbuttoning his jeans, but not taking his penetrating stare off of me. “Take off your bra and panties,” he demands.
Reaching around to unclasp my bra, he pulls the zipper of his jeans down. As the straps slide down my arms, his pants fall to the ground. I toss my bra and he kicks his jeans out of the way. Slipping my fingers into the top of my panties, he does the same with his boxers. It’s erotic watching each other undress and I can feel my pussy getting wet. I start to slide my panties down my legs and he does the same thing. When they both hit the ground, we kick them out of the way. Neither of us move or say anything. We both just take in the other. The way his muscles are flexing with just the slightest movement he makes. His body is just perfection, from his broad shoulders, down his solid chest and six pack stomach, to his cock jetting out long and hard, right down to his athletic legs.
Glancing up to his dark eyes burning with lust, I take a step toward him. “What do you want to do to me, Professor?”
It’s as if I snapped him back to reality and he grabs me, holding me against him as he steps into the shower. He stands under the water and it cascades around us. He digs his fingers into my ass as he presses his lips to mine. I’m dripping wet and it has nothing to do with the water pouring down on us.
He moves forward until my back hits the cold tile. It does nothing to cool down my hot body though, it only turns me on more. He breaks the kiss and pushes my wet hair off my face, leaning forward to suck and bite on my neck. There’s a part of me that wants him to leave me marked, to be able to look in the mirror and know he was there. Moving down he sucks on my hard nipples, being sure to give each one a bite, which causes me to softly moan.
Removing his hands, he lets me slide down his slick body. My hands reach out and rub his hard chest and muscular stomach. His eyes briefly close as my hand drifts lower and wraps around his unyeilding cock.
Snapping his eyes open, he grabs onto my wrist. “Put your foot up on the ledge of the tub,” he demands.
I do as he says and he drops to his knees in front of me. My breathing is heavy and my pulse is racing and he hasn’t even gotten his mouth on me yet. Looking up at me he drags two fingers through my wet pussy and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Fuck,” I groan.
Before I can even think of how fucking hot that was, his talented mouth is on my pussy. His large hands are on my inner thighs making sure I am spread open for him and he feasts on me. His tongue lashes against me continuously and my fingers sink into his hair, pulling him closer to me. He lets out a moan against me and it makes my entire body shake. Fuck, this feels so good. The cold tile on my back, the warm water pounding down on us, and Professor Grayson on his knees eating my pussy.
I’m not going to last much longer. “Fuck, I’m so close,” I moan out, pulling his hair harder.
He picks up his speed and eats my pussy like a wild man. I look down at the site before me and that’s it, I can’t handle it. He must know because he sucks on my clit and my orgasm explodes around me.
“Oh God, yes,” I shout out and it echoes around us.
Standing up he doesn’t give me a chance to recover, he roughly lifts me and slams his cock into me. He doesn’t slow himself, he fucks me hard, my back banging against the tile. His fingers dig into my ass and it feels so good. The sound of our wet bodies clashing together, our moans echoing around us, and feel of his teeth scraping against my neck are almost too much.
“Fuck, Emma. You’re greedy pussy is tightening on me already. Are you ready to come again?” He growls at me.
“Fuck, yes,” I cry out.
Pounding his cock into my wet pussy, he reaches down and rubs my throbbing clit. “Oh fuck,” I shout as my release tears through me.
“Oh, this tight pussy is going to make me come,” he groans.
Slamming into me a few more times, he moans out my name which bounces around us. Pressing his mouth to mine, he kisses me, just as wildly as he just fucked me. After several minutes, he lowers me down and pushes his hands into my wet hair.
“Better than I ever imagined,” he says.
We take the opportunity to wash each other, our hands lingering as they trail over the others body. Even after two orgams, his touch makes me want more and more is exactly what I got.
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“I’m sorry.Fuck, I’m sorry.”
I jolt up in bed and look around. Remembering that after our sex shower, we decided to lay in his bed and talk. Which was amazing, but I felt my eyes getting heavy. We both must have fallen asleep and he’s having some kind of nightmare.
Gently reaching over, I touch his shoulder. “Drake,” I whisper.
“No,” he yells and I notice he’s sweating.
Shit, getting up on my knees, I grab onto both of his shoulders and give a hard shake. “Drake, wake up,” I yell his time.
His eyes snap open and wildly move around. I keep my firm grip on his shoulders, but lower my voice this time.
