Page 20 of The Professor's Indecent Obsession

“Touch me. Please.”

I spread my thighs a little wider, and he takes the hint, dipping his fingers through my slick folds. His eyes stay locked on mine as he swirls around my clit, then plunges one finger deep inside me.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders, trying not to dig my nails in.

“This pussy is mine, too, baby,” he growls. “No one else will ever touch you here. Do you understand me? Nobody else will ever feel the pure heaven I feel when I sink my dick into this perfect, pretty little hole.”

I moan softly and nod. “No one but you,” I whisper.

His possessiveness is like a drug. It turns me on so much, it almost scares me.

“Good girl,” he praises, his tone almost reverent, and then his mouth is moving back up to my breasts, licking and sucking and biting.

I can’t breathe.

He adds another finger, thrusting and curling them inside me, rubbing that spot that makes me see stars. And when his thumb moves to my clit, it’s too much.

My head falls back, a moan tumbling from my lips, and my climax hits like a wave. My muscles clench, and I cry out his name, clinging to him as he coaxes the pleasure from me, wringing out every last drop.

When I come back down, my legs are shaking. Roman’s still watching me, his eyes full of desire, a small smile playing at his lips.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m going to make you come all the time. As much as you can take. On my fingers, on my mouth, and most especially on my cock. Your orgasms are mine, too, and I want to feel every single one of them, baby.”

I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, when he pulls my ass to the edge of the countertop. I wrap my legs around his waist, and then he’s lining himself up and pressing inside, filling me, stretching me, and it feels so good that my eyes roll back in my head.

He groans, low and rough, burying his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby,” he pants. “You feel too good. Like fucking heaven.”

His hips move slowly, grinding into me, and I moan, clutching him tighter.

“This is where you belong,” he says, voice hoarse and ragged. “Right here. In my house. In my arms. With my cock buried deep inside your sweet little cunt. Letting me fill you with my cum so I can plant my baby inside you.”

I cry out, arching into him, loving his filthy mouth. Loving that he doesn’t hold back. That he tells me exactly what he wants, what he’s thinking, without hesitation.

“Oh god,” I moan, too turned on to be able to say anything else. My entire body is buzzing with pleasure as his thick cock glidesslowly in and out, stretching and rubbing against every sensitive spot inside me.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs. “Your body was made for me. You were made for me. We’re going to make babies together, you and I. I’m going to give you a whole fucking baseball team, Callie. That’s how badly I want you. How much I need you to be mine.”

I cry out, my head falling back, and he kisses my throat, sucking gently, licking his way up to my ear.

“You want that, baby? You want me to put a baby in your belly?”

He places a hand on my stomach, rubbing it softly, possessively.

“Yes,” I pant, moaning as he speeds up his pace. “I want it all, Roman. Everything you said. All of it.”

His mouth crashes down on mine, and we lose ourselves in each other. The sounds of our bodies coming together are loud and slick and wet. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, growing and growing.

And when it explodes, when the orgasm bursts inside me, it’s too much. It’s bigger and more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. Roman’s mouth swallows my cries, his hips never slowing, pounding into me. And then his whole body is going rigid, his cock swelling and throbbing, and he’s groaning into my neck, emptying himself inside me.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, voice thick and low, still pumping into me, drawing out the pleasure for both of us.

After a few moments, when we can both breathe again, he lifts me in his arms, his cock still inside me, and carries me into the shower.

The hot water pours over us, washing the sweat from our skin. And the whole time, he’s holding me close, stroking my back. Kissing the top of my head.

And I know that from this day forward, everything is going to be okay.

So much better than okay.

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