Page 26 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

“Oh, thank you,” I take it from him and put it in my bag. I try to look anywhere but at him. We linger there for a beat, caught in this familiar yet tricky dance along the fine line between right and wrong. It’d be effortless to invite him inside, to live in that gray area. I glance at his lips, and then we lock eyes.

“Drake,” I whisper. “I’m not sure where I’m going with this.”

“Ava,” he whispers…Me either.”

The tension’s undeniable, but neither of us wants to be the one to shatter the truce.

“Goodnight again,” I say, and he nods.

Just as he’s about to leave again, my heart takes a nosedive. I step into my place and turn back to shut the door when I hear cursing in front of me.

“You know what? Fuck this,” he says, and then he sweeps me into a world-rocking kiss. The sheer intensity of it catches me off guard, and I instinctively step back, pressed against the hallway wall.

His tongue teases my mouth open. Just as I close my eyes, lost in the sensation of his lips on mine, he pulls away, leaving me longing. He takes a step back and mumbles, “Sorry about that, I… couldn’t resist.” I couldn’t give a damn about that dumb truce right now, or anything else for that matter. Right now, it’s all about the way he makes me feel and how badly I want him. So, I lean in and kiss him back with just as much passion, letting him know just how much I want him. We’re both on each other in an instant. Tangled in each other’s arms, I take a few steps back into the apartment, and he moves with me. Now, inside, our movements are frenzied. He kisses up and down my neck to my chest.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he whispers darkly against my ear. He has no idea— my body is burning up like an inferno. The distance between us reduced even more, and I forgot how to breathe. A strong emotion rushes through my veins. It’s desire. I want him so badly right now. His tongue unleashes in my mouth, exploring mine in a sensual dance that makes my pussy clench and my panties wetter. He pulls me even impossibly closer by the waist so that only our clothes separate us. Right now, all I feel is him. I can taste him, touch him, feel him, but I want more.

“Drake...” I moan, my hands trailing to his crotch. I rub against his rock-hard bulge, and a small groan slips out of him.

“Don’t do that, or I’m going to have to take you hard and fast,” he whispers against the delicate skin of my neck. I didn’t think I could get wetter.

I’m hot, so hot for him.

In a split second, my top is gone, followed by my bra. I let out a small sigh when I feel his hands on my breast. He kneads, massages, then squeezes my breasts lightly, then harder. Pleasure, pain, and desire all crash inside me, turning me into a needy mess. Our mouths find each other again in a wet, sloppy kiss that promises something more, something deeper. He kisses down my neck to my breast driving me wild. My moans get louder in pleasure as his warm, wet mouth bites, licks, and sucks my hardened nipples. He steps away, leaving me wanting more. I whimper at the loss of contact and look up at him to see him looking at me with a dark and intense look.

“Get on your knees,” he says, he commands his voice rumbling through me. My stomach clenches, and a thrill of excitement runs through me. Never would I have thought that receiving an order in the bedroom would be such a turn-on. But he’s making me so wet… I could melt.

I lick my lips and look into his edgy, dark eyes. I have never wanted to please someone more than I do right now. I Keep my eyes on him, sinking to the floor, and open his zipper. Pulling his pants to the floor, I place teasing wet kisses on his bulge through his boxers, loving how he grows even harder against my lips.

I pull them down and watch as his thick cock springs free.

“Ava,” he sighs in the sexiest way anyone has ever said my name.

I lick up and down his length, coating him in wetness before slowly taking him in my mouth. Relaxing my gag reflex, I take him again, deeper this time. Slowly, teasingly. Then, in a sudden movement, I take all of him till he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he groans as I increase my pace, bobbing my head on his length. He lifts me so I’m no longer on my knees but pulled snugly into his chest.

His mouth claims mine in a rough, unyielding kiss as he walks me to the couch. I lay on my back while he settled between my legs. The feeling of him so close to my wetness is almost too much; I grind and writhe wet pussy against his thigh, hitting my clit perfectly.

“Drake,” I whisper. My voice thick with lust.

“Yes baby, call my name,” he says, kissing down my neck, stomach, and abdomen. In hurried movements, my jeans and panties are off, and I’m stripped naked in front of him.

He pulls me on top of him and works his length into me, filling me completely. A loud moan escapes me.

“Oh, fuck.”

Drake squelches in and out of me, our bodies slick with desire.

With every thrust, the pleasure I feel intensifies, my stomach coiling deliciously till I can’t contain it anymore.

Drake plunges into me even deeper, and suddenly, I’m shaking and quaking, my breathing coming out in short bursts as I explode into tiny shards of pleasure.

He fucks me through my orgasm, extending the feeling till I’m incapacitated again, riding out another release that tears through me like an avalanche.

When I catch my breath, Drake places a soft kiss on me, sucking my lower lip before flipping me over.

“That was so hot. Now, I’m going to make you do that all night long.”

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