Page 8 of The Professor's Indecent Obsession

Sitting on the top step of my porch, legs tucked beneath her like she’s trying to take up less space. Hair pulled back, lips bitten pink, wearing a soft little dress that clings to every perfect curve.

She stands when she sees me. Fidgets and fiddles with the hem of her dress like she might bolt. But she doesn’t.

The second I lay eyes on her again, something unhinges inside me. My vision narrows. My hands curl into fists. My chest expands with a need so sharp it feels like a goddamn injury.

I need to make her mine. Now.

I kill the engine, swing out of the car, and stalk up the path like a man possessed. Her mouth opens like she’s about to say something, but I don’t give her the chance. I reach for her, and the moment my hands touch her waist, everything else disappears. Her body folds into mine like we’ve done this a thousand times. Like she belongs here.

I crush my mouth to hers.

It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s claiming. My hands lock tight around her soft curves and I haul her up against me, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. She gasps into my mouth but doesn’t pull away.

She clings to me, her hands fisting in my shirt. Her body trembles like she’s scared I might vanish if she lets go.

As if I’d ever fucking leave her.

I manage to get my key in the lock one-handed, her weight balanced effortlessly against me. She’s warm and soft and everything I’ve ever needed, but didn’t know how to ask for. And now that I’ve got her here?

I don’t think I can ever let her leave this house again.

Not until I’ve claimed every inch of her. Not until she screams my name and begs me to keep her. Not until she knows in her bones that there will never be anyone else.

My mouth never leaves hers as I carry her into the house and kick the door shut behind us. I devour every single little whimper she makes, claiming the sound for myself like I’m the greediest bastard in the world.

And when it comes to her, there is no end to my greed.

I stumble into the kitchen, the nearest room to the front door, bumping my shoulder viciously against the doorframe as I walk through it. But I’m so caught up in the taste of Callie’s sweet mouth that I barely register the pain.

I place her back down on her feet, swiveling her around to face the kitchen table before placing a hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her forwards.

She goes willingly, bending over the table and gripping the edges in her hands.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re here, baby,” I say, my voice so rough I don’t even recognize it as my own. “I’ve been waiting to taste your pussy all damn day. And right now, I’m feeling ravenous.”

“Oh god,” she whimpers, and the soft, breathless tone of her voice sends another rush of blood to my already painfully hard cock.

I crouch behind her, sliding my hands up the back of her thighs, lifting her skirt with it until I catch sight of the little white cotton panties she’s wearing beneath her dress. I can’t decide what takes my breath away the most. The innocence of the garment, the way the thin, wet fabric clings to the sweet little lips of her cunt, or the scent of her arousal.

Fuck.

“Are you... are you going to...”

Her words drift off, and I can’t help but smile at how shy my filthy little writer is when she’s not hiding behind pen and paper.

“I’m going to eat your juicy little pussy until you are screaming, Callie. That’s what I plan to do. Does that sound good?”

I trace my fingers along the seam of her cunt, then press a single fingertip against her clit. The gasp that escapes her throat is so delicious that I want to bottle the sound and drink it for breakfast every day.

“Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against my fingers. “It sounds so good, Roman.”

“Good girl. Just the smell of you is making my mouth water, baby. I fucking need to taste you.”

I pull my hand away from her pussy, savoring the disappointed whining sound she makes. But then I forget about everything else when I pull her panties down to reveal the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Fuck, baby. You are perfection. Absolute perfection.”

Before she has a chance to respond, I lean in and run my tongue from her clit to her opening, making her entire body jolt with the shock. She’s soaked, and the taste of her explodes across my tongue.

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