Page 73 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

“But a personal question now before we get serious," I say somberly. "Are you on the pill?”

Olivia nods slowly. “Do you want to finish inside me?” she asks quietly, that longing in her voice trembling even more so now.

“I have been cumming into my hand every night since you first ran into me in the rain,” I reply. “Of course I want to cum inside your sweet pussy. That is what I want above all else.”

“Then what are you waiting for, professor?” she asks, her voice breathy with tingling anticipation. “Go ahead andfuck me.”

My lips meet hers with a deliberate intensity. She eases back, granting me the role of initiator. Yes. I taste her completely, holding nothing in reserve, particularly not at this moment. There is a lingering hint of the rain on her lips, and the cold taste of it only makes me desire her more.

I am a man who relishes the beauty in the written word; a man who seeks out the exquisiteness between the pages of books, and I can certainly say that Olivia – exposed naked like this in front of me – is, by far, the most beautiful thing I have ever been tempted by on this good earth.

And I am giving in to this temptation without a single ounce of hesitation.

As we kiss, my hands reach around her body, finding her supple buttocks.

Here she is.

I squeeze on her firm ass, feeling something I have only been able to illicitly ogle at for some time.

My cock hardens.

Olivia smiles when our lips part. “I never took you for being abutt guy, professor.”

“Well, you guessed wrong then, Olivia. And I think you deserve a little punishment for that mistake.”

She lets out a silent gasp at my threat of a reprimand before I’m guiding her down onto my reading chair with my hands on her shoulders. The leather must be cold against her bare ass as I push her down to exactly where I want her.

I have such a drivingneedfor her.

I simply can’t stop myself.

Ihaveto have her.

“Open your legs, girl,” I growl. “I want to make you pay for that last little comment.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And let me warn you,” I continue, “when I am done with you tonight, you will be moaning for me, and for my title, with every fiber of your being.”

That really makes her open her legs.

And I can’t stop myself. There’s no sense in taking my time now, or of letting this moment linger. Imusthave her right now.

I must taste her properly.

My face goes down between her legs. My fingers delicately but decisively part open her lips and my tongue immediately finds her clit with lustful eagerness. She tastes exactly how I dared to imagine: sweet. My sucking on her wetness elicits a drawn-out uninhibited whine from her as I begin to really revel in what I am capable of doing to the poor girl with just my mouth and the tip of my tongue.

I want her more and more and more.

My hands clasp her legs – attempting to pin her down - but they can’t stop her from shaking uncontrollably in rapture at the skill of my mouth and my tongue. All my attention is totally fixed on her and the pleasure that she’s experiencing as I go down on her sweet pussy. I kiss her sex and rhythmically run my tongue around her most delicate area.

This is what a well-trained man can do. This is what a confident, masculine man can do to a girl.

I dare to peek up at my student. Her eyes are closed in sheer abandon as I work her body. Her mouth hangs open, her plump lips wet. Her gorgeous tits jiggle as her body loses all tension.

“Oh, God.Spencer...”

I stop and stare up at her. “What did I tell you, Miss Weldon? Call meprofessor.”

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