Page 6 of The Professor's Indecent Obsession

His other hand curls around the back of my neck, and I lean forward obediently, mouth open, desperate to please him.

The moment his thick cock slides between my lips, I moan. I can’t help it. He feels amazing. Hot and heavy and silky smooth against my tongue. The scent of him is intoxicating, a mix of soap and clean cotton and pure male arousal.

I have to force myself to take it slow, easing down the length of him, inch by torturous inch. I want to take him deep, but I’m not sure I can, given his size. He’s stretching my jaw almost to the point of discomfort, and he’s barely halfway inside me.

He groans, low and rough, as I start to move, sliding up and down his shaft, sucking hard enough to make my cheeks cave in. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my pace, setting the rhythm.

I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve imagined it so many times, and now I’m here on my knees, sucking Roman Thorne’s cock while he looks down at me with an expression of raw, unabashed lust.

And it feels so much better than I ever thought it would.

My lips are slick, stretched around his thick shaft. His cock fills my mouth completely, and the feeling is utterly overwhelming. I’m losing myself in the sensation of him, in the taste of his skin and the low, ragged sounds he’s making.

“That feels so good, baby,” he groans, fingers tightening in my hair. “Your mouth was made for me.”

He starts to thrust his hips, driving himself deeper, and I whimper around his cock, my own arousal flooding through me. I’m already soaked, my pussy clenching, begging to be filled.

Unable to resist, I wrap a hand around the base of his shaft, stroking what won’t fit in my mouth. His groan echoes off the high ceilings, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I’m doing that to him. I’m making him lose control.

His erection is hot and hard in my hand, and his skin is like velvet over steel. The muscles of his thighs are tense beneath my palm, and the knowledge that he’s enjoying this just as much as I am sends a rush of heat through me.

“Fuck,” he growls, his grip on my hair tightening. “You look so fucking gorgeous with your mouth full of my cock.”

His words are a dirty caress, sending shivers down my spine. I double my efforts, determined to make him feel as good as possible.

My head bobs up and down, and my jaw aches. But the way his breathing grows more labored and his cock throbs against my tongue is worth every bit of the effort.

“Keep going, Callie,” he moans. “But I want your other hand in your panties. When I blow my load in your pretty little mouth, I want you coming with me, baby.”

My cheeks burn even hotter. I’ve never touched myself in front of someone else before, and the idea of this perfect man seeing more of my body, seeing me completely vulnerable and exposed and coming for him, is both thrilling and terrifying.

But I’m too turned on to resist, so I pull my skirt up at the front and slide my hand in the front of my underwear, whimpering around his hard flesh in my mouth when I feel how soaked the cotton is.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like to touch yourself. Because, soon enough, it will be me making you scream with pleasure.”

God. The way he talks. It’s so filthy. So sexy.

I start to stroke myself, circling my clit in quick, tight circles, just the way I do when I’m alone in my dorm room and thinking of him. My pussy is dripping, and the feeling of my wetness slicking my fingers is almost enough to push me over the edge.

“Yes, baby. Make yourself come for me. Let me hear those sweet little sounds.”

I’m panting around his cock, my hips grinding against my hand, and the world is starting to go hazy around the edges. Every inch of me is buzzing, and his hard length throbbing in my mouth and the scent of his skin and the sound of his voice are filling me up, making me drunk with desire.

I’m close. So close.

I can feel the pressure building inside me, coiling tight like a spring. Every nerve ending is singing, and the friction of myfingers against my clit is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I’m lost in the sensation, lost in him, and it’s only a matter of seconds before I tip over the edge, moaning around his cock as the first waves of pleasure crash over me.

I can’t help the sounds escaping my mouth as I come, the whimpers and gasps and cries muffled by his throbbing erection. I can’t focus on sucking him anymore, can’t do anything except let the waves of pleasure wash over me, my body trembling with the force of it.

“Good girl,” he rasps, his voice hoarse with need. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

He thrusts his hips, and his cock hits the back of my throat, making me gag a little. I force myself to relax, letting him use my mouth, taking everything he has to give.

His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. I know what’s about to happen, and the anticipation is almost enough to send me spiraling again.

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