Page 43 of Arrogant Professor

I brought my hand up to one breast, giving it a plump squeeze. Vincent’s cock twitched in his gray sweatpants. Even though I hardly had any reason to be shy around my fiancé when it came to the bedroom, it still felt strange to be on display like this. Under his watchful gaze.

“Vincent,” I whined, curling my fingers inside my pussy. “I can’t come without you.”

“Open yourself up for me.”

I twisted and scissored my fingers, brushing my clit to make my walls contract. My skin felt tight and hot. My orgasm rose, trembling. Vincent gave no further instructions, his dark gaze locked on my fingers, pumping in and out.

Finally, he set aside his coffee and patted his thigh.

I practically flew across the room. Vincent cupped my hip with one hand as he freed his cock from his sweatpants. I bit my lip as the blunt head pressed against my entrance. Then I sank down, inch by inch.

Fuck, that stretch never failed to fill me up in the most perfect way.

Vincent skimmed his hands up my sides and cupped my face, pulling me close for a searing kiss. His cock throbbed inside me as the hot, slick heat of his tongue slid against mine. I whimpered, rolling my hips.

Vincent smiled into the kiss.

“My bride-to-be,” he murmured.

I playfully nipped at his lower lip.

“My sexy professor.”

A laugh rumbled in his chest and he picked me up, moving us to the bed.

“We’re going to be so fucking late,” he muttered into the curve of my neck.

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