Page 9 of The Professor's Indecent Obsession

“Oh fuck. That feels... so good,” she moans, her head falling back, and her eyes closing.

I grip her ass cheeks, pulling them apart so I can bury my face between her thighs easier.

She tastes like heaven, and the sound of her little whimpers and whines are a symphony to my ears. I lick and suck, fucking her with my tongue, making her squirm and pant and beg for more.

Her hips grind back against my face, and her hands scrabble at the edge of the table.

“Oh god, Roman. That’s... please. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

The way she begs, her voice high and breathless, makes my cock twitch. But the thought of leaving her unfulfilled is unacceptable.

My fingers dig into the plush globes of her ass, and I feast on her, lapping up every drop of her juices like I’ve been stranded in the desert for weeks and she’s my first drink.

I can feel her getting closer, her whole body tensing. The moans and whimpers that fall from her lips are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.

“Oh god. Oh god. I’m so close.”

Her thighs tremble, and her breathing grows shallow. And then her entire body convulses, and she screams my name.

“Roman!”

I grip her hips and hold her against my mouth, working her through the aftershocks. Her pussy floods my tongue with her sweetness, and I lap it up greedily, loving the taste of her.

When her body stops shaking, I kiss her lower lips softly, then rise to my feet. She’s panting, and her eyes are half-closed. I grab a handful of her hair in my fist and pull her up into a standing position, her back against my chest as I lean down to whisper in her ear.

“Earlier, I let you pick your favorite fantasy to act out. But now, I think it’s my turn to pick one. Will you be a good girl and help me act out that fantasy?”

“Yes,” she moans, her voice eager. “Which one was your favorite, Roman?”

That’s an easy question. I don’t even have to think about my answer. While all her little stories were hot, there has been one playing on a loop in my mind ever since I read it.

I dip my head, trailing kisses against the side of her neck. She shivers with each brush of my lips, her breath catching.

“I liked the one where you let me take you raw, baby, with nothing to protect your fertile little womb. The one where you begged me to fill you with my seed and get you pregnant.”

The ragged moan that falls from her lips makes my dick strain painfully against my pants. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to explode.

“Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she says, and her voice is a breathless whisper. “I’d love that.”

“Fuck,” I groan, grinding my aching cock against her ass. “I’m going to make you mine, baby. And I’m going to fill your perfect little pussy with so much cum that it won’t take long for you to be carrying my baby.”

She whimpers, the sound shooting straight to my throbbing erection. Unable to wait any longer, I turn her to face me and pick her up again, striding up the stairs to my bedroom.

The second we’re through the door, I set her down on her feet.

“Take your clothes off. Let me see you.”

She doesn’t hesitate. Her hands are trembling as she strips out of her clothes, revealing the perfect, luscious curves beneath.

She’s a fucking goddess. A vision. And the sight of her makes me desperate to claim her.

“Good girl,” I growl, reaching out and running my hands over her bare skin. “You’re so fucking perfect. And now, you’re mine.”

I reach around and pull her up against me, crushing her soft, full breasts against my chest. I claim her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss.

“Roman,” she moans, her nails digging into my arms. “Please. I need you.”

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