Page 17 of Her Professor's Valentine

He smirked and loomed over me. “I’m going to taste you until your pussy is soaked and ready.” Placing his hands against my inner thighs, he opened me up and slipped his tongue between my folds.

I arched, my shoulder blades digging into the rug as he went to work on my needy pussy, his tongue dancing around my clit. He eased two fingers inside me, sending a small twinge of pain through me that was quickly erased by his skilled tongue. I writhed as he licked and sucked my tender flesh.

He drew an orgasm from me in only a few short minutes, and I cried out a mixture of “Ryan” and “professor” as my pussy convulsed around his fingers.

When I was spent, he climbed up my body and eased his cock into me, inch by delicious inch. Sharing my taste with me, he kissed me long and slow as my body adjusted to him.

Before long, I was urging him on.

“Please, I need you.” I dug my nails into his shoulders.

“Tell me your mine, and I’ll give you everything you want. In fact, I’ll give you three more orgasms.” He nipped at my throat.

“A perfect four.” I closed my eyes at the promise of bliss and perfection.

“Look at me.” His eyes promised the impossible—love. “I’m already yours. Just say you’re mine.”

I pushed down on him, desperate for the smooth strokes of his cock.

“Say it, Penny. Tell me who you belong to.” He gazed down at me with his sparkling blue eyes.

I couldn’t deny him. I didn’t want to. “I’m yours, Professor.”

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