Page 64 of Loved

My Adam's apple rose and then fell. "Yes."

"Then why did you tell me to stop?"

"I want us to just be us. Besides, I'm not even a professor anymore."

"I like calling you Professor Hunter."

I lowered my eyebrows. Every time she said it, I wanted to fuck her. I liked that she was my student and that I was her professor. It was dirty. And wrong. And forbidden. I knew I was fucked up in the head. Hell, I wasn’t even a professor anymore. But I never actually wanted her to stop calling me that.

"You'll always be Professor Hunter to me,” she said.

I grabbed her waist and set her down on the edge of the pool table. "I don't know why I find it so sexy when you call me that."

"Professor Hunter." She ran her hands down my six pack.

I leaned forward and kissed her hard.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me back. "I want you to fuck me in the middle of the pool table, Professor Hunter."

I thought you’d never ask."Then get in the middle and spread your legs, Miss Taylor." I flashed her a smile. And I swear her pupils dilated. She liked when I called her that. Maybe we were both fucked up in the head. A perfect match.

She pushed some of the balls out of her way and scooted into the center of the table.

I climbed onto the table after her, stalking toward her on all fours. I leaned over her and pushed more balls out of our way. They clanged together as I pressed down on the center of her chest, shoving her back onto the table.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to feel her grip me. I wanted her to milk my cock with her pussy like she had with her mouth.

I grabbed her thighs and thrust deep inside of her.

"Professor Hunter," she moaned.

I kept one hand on her thigh and grabbed the edge of the table with my other hand for leverage. "I've missed hearing you say that." I wanted her to say it a million times. I loved that she wasn’t ashamed of how we met. She was proud to be mine. I kissed her hard as I continued to slide my length in and out of her. She was still so fucking wet. So tight. So perfect.

We were so much more than professor and student now. But this was so incredibly hot. It brought me right back to our very first time in my office. When I first tasted her on my desk.

"Harder, Professor Hunter,” she moaned.

I loved how bad she was for me. I grabbed both of her hands and lifted them above her head, knocking more balls out of the way. "Fuck, Penny." I moved my hips faster. "I'll never get enough of you."

"I'll never get enough of you either."

I leaned down and kissed her again as I moved my hips faster. I loved how rough I could be with her. How wet she always was for me. How greedy she was for my cock.

She moaned again.

I knew she was close. "Say my name when you come, Penny. I want to hear you say it when you clench aroundmy cock." I tilted my hips, hitting her in that spot that always made her lose control.

"Professor Hunter!" she screamed as she came again, pulsing around me.

And I lost control too. Shot after shot of cum filling her aching pussy. I kept sliding in and out of her warmth as my heart rate slowed.

Yes, I’d been her professor. And she’d been my student. I loved that. But we were more than that now. She was…everything to me. Every single thing. I slowly pulled out of her and collapsed beside her. I pulled her head onto my chest.

Her cherry perfume mixed with sweat was my favorite smell in the world. I don't think I had ever felt so relaxed and happy.

Penny sighed and nuzzled against my chest.

"I love you, Penny.” I ran my fingers through her hair. “I love you more than I even knew I could." I just wanted to stay here all night, tangled up in her.

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