Page 6 of Pining For My Professor
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Dylan liftsme up and swings me across his shoulder, like someone in an old movie. He spanks me playfully as he saunters to the bedroom, and the vibration makes my pussy throb evenmore.
“To the fucking bedroom,” he says, and I take a minute to enjoy being in the arms of such a powerful, muscularman.
He lays me down on the bed and stands overme.
“You know,” I say, “this entire thing is a bitunfair.”
“Oh yeah,” he says, undoing his belt. He throws it onto his bedroom floor and the sound of it slapping against the ground sends a jolt through mybody.
“Yeah, it is. You saw me in this ridiculous costume, and the whole time you got to wear this sexy, off-duty professoroutfit.”
“Oh, you want me in a toga?” he asks, with a naughty look in hiseyes.
He gets on top of me and gives me a deep, sensuous kiss. His dick, still straining against his jeans, presses against my panties again. Then he whispers, “If Max wants me in a toga, I’ll get in atoga.”
Dylan stands up and strips out of his clothes. His dick is rock hard, and I can tell from here that it’s already slick with precum. And that ass. Seeing it in tight jeans all semester didn’t even do itjustice.
“Well, what are you waitingfor?”
Catching onto the game, I get up and strip the sheets from his bed as he stands like a Greek statue in front of me, still and proud and fuckingsexy.
I walk over to him and wrap the sheet around his waist. Unsurprisingly, he looks incredible, putting all of the frat guys I saw tonight to shame. The crisp white sheet sets off his toned, tan abs and cut arms. As he starts to kiss me again, he reaches down and starts to rub my clit through my panties. I moan into his ear. Inside I’m screaming, “Dylan, just yank them off!” but I know that he’s getting pleasure out of teasing me, out of building all of this sexualtension.
“I know you just want them off,” he says, basically reading my mind. He continues to trace up and down my slit with hisfinger.
I’m so blinded by my own desire that I can barelyrespond.
“What if I made it evenharder?”
Dylan kneels in front of me, his head level with my pussy. He breathes onto me – a gush of sweet hot air – and I practically come. He peels off my panties and, then, making his tongue perfectly flat he licks my pussy with agonizing precision. Slowly, slowly he continues to lick, and my hand moves to the back of his head to encourage him to use even more pressure. He grabs my ass and we build a rhythm until I’m grinding into hisface.
“Dylan, baby, it’s time. Get me back on thatbed.”
I walk backwards, still holding him into me, and we collapse onto thebed.
“Just so you know,” he says, before fully diving into my bare, naked pussy, “there’s absolutelyno wayyou’re leavingtonight.”
With that, he sinks back down, at first repeating his movements from before – slow, long licks that span my entire pussy. Then he starts to really go wild, pushing two fingers into me as he swirls his perfect tongue around my hot, engorged clit. I moan with pleasure – he was right, the seemingly endless foreplay of the quad, the living room, and his bedroom floor really paidoff.
“I’m about to,” I stammer out, “I’m about to come.Fuck, Dylan,fuck.”
He begins to lap furiously at my clit as I scream out in pleasure. My orgasm seems to last for eons, sending waves through my entire body. I can feel this orgasm in my fingertips, in my pinkytoenail.
Once he feels that I’ve recovered he kisses my pussy one last time, a goodbye that promises many happyreturns.
