Page 110 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

I want him.

I want to see him finish inside me. I want to see him weak at the knees. I want to see him pant and lose all inhibition just because of what I can do to him.

I want him. I want him. I want him.

The man is totally consumed by me, that’s for sure. Pleasure screams through my body as he turns frenzied with his thrusts. He’s fucking me like it’s raw. Like it’s desperate. Like he can’t do anything else except satisfy himself with my body.

I feel ravished.

I feel so damn filthy. This is me being so bad, letting my professor fuck me like this. And enjoying it.

I really don’t stand a chance against him, do I?

The professor has such a profound ability to get into my head. He makes me weak with his eloquent words and his pursuing desire, but also makes me crazy for his body and the way he makes me feel with just his wonderful cock and the lightness of his fingers.

I fall apart as the man fucks me even faster and harder against his own wall. If it weren’t for the professor’s vice-like grip on my body, I would surely have slid back down the wall by now. His power makes my body quiver and all my extremities collapse.

And he finishes. Inside me. With an unmatched passion.

Just as I want.

* * *

We’re sittingin his lovely kitchen – Spencer giving me some toast to eat – when his phone rings. It’s the next morning after he drove me to his place last night.

My professor looks at me apologetically as his phone vibrates. “It’s my lawyer,” he explains. “I need to talk to him.”

“Take it,” I reply.

Spencer crosses into his bedroom, talking quietly. I can’t hear what he’s saying, and I think he doesn’t want me to.

I crunch into my toast and wait.

He comes back a few minutes later.

“That was quick,” I remark.

“He wants to meet up,” Spencer says. “Now.”

Why would he need to meet up with his lawyer? And in such haste?

“Sure. You should go.”

“I’m sorry,” he grunts.

“I understand,” I reply. “I can let myself out.”

In a rush, he leaves. And I am left sitting in his kitchen with a piece of toast in my hands. I finish it and wash up, deciding to leave.

But then I have another thought.

What if I do some snooping?

Okay, so I won’t go anywhere too private. But I do want to have a good look around this place.

I start with his restroom. Just the display of expensive products I’ve been using. Nothing in here that delves any deeper.

But then I get to his bedroom. I open up his wardrobe. There are a lot of expensive suits perfectly hanging up in here. The professor is a neat man who respects his property. There’s a stack of drawers at the back of the wardrobe.

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