Page 89 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

“You had me when you made me sign that NDA,” I reply. “I’ve signed over everything to you.”

“So you don’t want this? You don’t want a repeat of what happened the other night?”

“Oh,” I whisper. “I do want what we had the other night. So much.”

“Have you been thinking about it?”

“Yes, professor. It’sallI’ve been thinking about.”

Spencer reaches under my dress. His hand dives under my panties. One of his fingers skims around my wet pussy until he locates my clit.

Wow.

And my mouth hangs open. A spark of delight shoots up my body from my sex as his finger flicks over my most sensitive area. He has me completely under his expert influence with just the very tip of a finger.

Wow, wow, wow.

It makes my mind wander to what else he can do to me with other parts of his body...

“Then beg for my cock,” he growls, his voice dripping with hunger. “Miss Weldon. If you’ve been thinking about this moment so much, thenpleadfor me.”

I roll my head back as another spark rocks my world.

“Please, professor. Fuck me. Give me your cock.”

“That’s better,” he whispers. “Say it again, girl. Beg me again.”

“Fuck me, professor. Make me yours. Make me your brat.”

He smirks at that.

“Oh, I will fuck you, Miss Weldon. I will grant you your wish. Right now.”

Ilovethat.

He’s barely even touched me, and yet I already feel so damn dirty. It turns me on.

I have a sense this is not going to go like the other night. The man seems intent on entering me. Of giving me a punishment fucking. Of making me well aware that I signed a contract to hand my body over to him for his pleasure.

Tonight, I’m going to beusedby my professor. I know I should reject that; I should be a proud and independent woman, and yet the thought of what I'm going to let my professor do to me tonight makes me so freakingwet.

“Get naked for me,” he says as he pulls my panties down. He steers my dress over my head before he unzips his pants and lets his long, hard cock hang free. The professor is well-endowed to put it mildly. I still can’t believe how his manhood could ever fit inside me.

Oh, Christ...

He doesn’t display any sense of being self-conscious, despite being so exposed in front of me. This man exudes confidence in every aspect of his life, even in the bedroom. He’s more turned on by the thought of fucking me than by even agonizing for a moment about what I might think of his physique. I mean,come on, there is absolutely nothing he should be self-conscious about with his body; the man is a perfect athletic specimen. Abs. Rippling muscles. Lean, but with an underlying strength to his every movement.

I gulp as I observe the lovely V shape of his torso leading to his erect cock. I can’t help but admire the Greek god in front of me. He is primed for taking my body. Everything about him is readying to ravish me, and I just simply can’t get enough of it.

With the hand that’s gripping my hair, he brings my face up to meet his for a lingering kiss.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says. “You want that, girl?”

I simply nod. I can’t even speak now. He has me completely enthralled. Completely under his control.

Willinglyunder his control.

I’m letting him do this. I’m being so bad. I’m allowing him to fuck me like a doll, and I fucking love it.

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