Page 36 of The Professor
“What’s real is the gaping chasm of need inside me.” I slid higher and discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. Jesus Christ, give me strength. “My need for you is very real.” My cock surged.
Her eyes flashed, and her body tensed further.
I let a smile play on my lips. “You’re a bad girl.”
“You’re the one holding me captive.” Her breasts hitched upward, the flesh wobbling delicately. “Doesn’t that make you the villain?”
I bit on my bottom lip, found her clit with my thumb, slid it over it and then around it.
She gasped, her mouth a perfect ‘O’. I’d never seen her more beautiful or sexy as in that moment.
“You think I’m a villain?” I murmured, my nose almost touching hers now.
She swallowed and widened her legs a little.
I stroked lower, exploring the soft, damp folds of her pussy.
“Yes,” she said, her pupils dilating. “Fuck yes.”
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Chelsea
I stared into Andrew’s familiar face. He had the upper hand, as per usual, and now as his captive I was at his mercy.
I tugged at the ropes around my wrists. They were bound tight and didn’t budge. The same with my ankles. He could do what the heck he wanted with my body.
“You wanted me to fuck you in my office yesterday,” he said. “Didn’t you?”
“Yes. And I know you wanted to fuck me.”
“I did…oh hell yeah, I really did.” His lips moved on mine. “I wanted to rip off your skirt, bend you over my desk, and fuck you until you screamed my name.”
I caught my breath as he found my entrance and slid one finger into me. It wasn’t nearly enough. I’d gone from being terrified to being massively turned on, and that, it seemed, wasn’t something that could be turned off when it was the man I’d obsessed about for years touching me.
“You feel amazing,” he murmured. “Warm and wet…so wet. Tell me, is this how wet you were in my lecture theater?”
“Yes.” I nodded, and my belly tensed. He’d caught my clit again. “I’m wet whenever you’re around.”
“And it seems being tied up only adds to that wetness.” He set his stubbled cheek against mine and breathed deep.
I bit on my bottom lip; he was toying with my clit, just the way I liked. The way I fretted myself when he was giving a lecture.
And he kept on going, working me, pushing me to the point the pressure was growing.
“I know you want this,” he said. “You want me to make you come.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that. I was getting closer. Deliciously close. “Andrew…”
“Such a sweet little clit,” he said, looking into my eyes again. “And so responsive.”
“I’m…I’m going to come…” I widened my legs as much as possible and canted my hips, bucking into his touch.
He withdrew his hand from beneath my skirt.
“What!” I wailed, frustration a tsunami crashing through me. “What are you doing? Fucking hell!”
I jerked, cursing my binds. My clit had been about to explode into pleasure. The blissful release had been just about to happen.
