Page 7 of Her Professor's Valentine

Chapter 5

Penny

He pushed inside me slowly.My pussy was already slick from the amazing things he did with his mouth. I clawed his back and spread my legs as wide as they could go.

Every fantasy I’d ever had about him was coming true. His heavy weight pressed down on me, and I stared up into his eyes. When his mouth met mine, I swiped my tongue across his lips.

“Fuck.” He pushed harder, his cock filling me until his balls slapped against my ass.

Our kiss grew sloppy as he pulled out and shoved back inside, his raw strength sending a thrill through me. He tongued me, owning my mouth as he started a slow fuck, one that set every one of my nerve endings on fire.

I dug my heels into his thighs as he thrusted deep. He drew a hand up and wrapped it around my throat. Giving light pressure at the sides, he rose up and stared down at me.

“You’re mine. From now on. No one else’s.” His voice sent chills through me.

His muscles were drawn tight, his body almost vibrating with tension as he fucked me hard. I’d been with boys before, but never a man. And especially not one like Professor Elliot.

He squeezed harder. “Say you’re mine.”

I licked my lips. “I’m yours.”

“Good girl.” He pistoned into me faster, each impact hitting my clit and sending my arousal spiraling even higher.

He bent his head to my nipple and kept my neck in his palm. Had I ever been so completely possessed by another person? I arched my back when he bit hard enough on my nipple to hurt.

“You like that, don’t you? The pain.” He bit again, then switched to my other nipple and bit me twice there, as well. A perfect four.

“Yes, Professor.” My breathy voice barely made it past his hand.

He let go of my throat and leaned back. “Turn over. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

My eyes rolled back at his filthy words. He pulled out, gripped my hip, and flipped me onto my stomach. With a rough pull, he brought me to my knees and pushed his slick head into me from behind.

“Fuck.” He grabbed my hips hard and slammed deep inside me.

I clawed at the comforter and tried to catch my breath as sparks of pleasure flittered through my veins.

“Hang on, Penny. I hope you’re ready for this.” He thrust again and began fucking me like an animal with vicious strokes.

I buried my face in the comforter as the sounds of our skin slapping together ricocheted around the room. Each impact wrenched a cry from my lungs. He grunted, owning my body, invading every one of my cells until he was all I could think, taste, feel. I pushed back onto his cock, relishing the rough fuck.

He reached down and roped my hair around his hand. Pulling me up, he took one of my breasts in his large palm and shoved up with his hips. I bounced on his cock as he bit and sucked at my neck, my back arched at an almost impossible angle as he kept pounding me.

When he slid his hand down to my pussy, I gasped. His fingertips against my clit were so intense that I dug my nails into his side. He didn’t stop, only strummed me with steady pressure as he fucked me into oblivion, our sweaty bodies sliding against each other.

“You’re going to come on my cock, and I’m going to shoot my load into this perfect pussy.” He bit my ear.

I clenched my eyes shut, letting every sensation heighten until I came to the edge of my release. A few more hard strokes and I was there, waiting to explode. I worked my hips, getting the perfect amount of friction from his fingers.

“Can I come?” I could barely get the words out.

“Come for me.” He surged up inside me, brutal and deep. The pinch of pain and eruption of pleasure sent me over the cliff. My pussy convulsed, pulling his cock deeper as I struggled to breathe. Each wave of my orgasm rolled over me like thunder during a storm. I cried out and shook, unable to control myself.

“Take my load.” His voice was guttural as his cock kicked inside me. “Fuck!” Yanking my hair, he bit my neck as he came, the intensity of his orgasm matching mine. He soaked my pussy, and his spend began to wet my inner thigh.

The sting at my throat added to my euphoria, and I never wanted the feeling to end. The two of us laid bare and fused together into one. With one more thrust, he let out a loud breath and stilled.

He relaxed his hold on my hair and gently lowered me to the bed. Dropping kisses all over my back, he massaged my hips where he’d gripped me. I’d have bruises, but I didn’t care. I wanted his marks.

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