Page 55 of The Professor
“I guess it gives her more control. To get away from them she only has to crawl a pace forward.”
I nodded. The vibrator had been turned on, not that I could hear it over the softly beating music, but she was bucking for it, urging the man holding it to fuck her with it.
He did, and the guy holding the dildo in her ass copied his rhythm, filling her then half pulling out.
She was gasping and bucking, her body flushed and her fists clenched.
“You want to watch her come?” Andrew slipped his hand to my ass and squeezed.
“Yes.” I nodded and swallowed. “I do.”
“On condition you think about me fucking your ass and know that I’ll make it just as good for you.”
My mouth dried a little. In all my fantasies about my professor, I hadn’t considered him fucking my ass. But thenagain, I hadn’t thought he’d kidnap me and demand a four-million-pound ransom from my father either.
The woman was crying out, her mewling keens interjected with instructions to the two men working the toys bringing her to orgasm.
One of the guys watching and masturbating came, clasping a bar of the cage and spurting onto the floor.
“How are you feeling?” Andrew asked, his breath hot on my ear.
He slid his finger under the hem of my short dress and traced the under curves of my bare ass.
“Wet,” I said, my nipples tightening. “Horny.”
“Good.”
The woman reached her orgasm and impaled herself on both toys as she shook and quivered and her pussy shone with girl cum. “Oh yes… don’t fucking…stop.”
The guy holding the dildo was jerking himself off furiously. He threw back his head and wailed through his own orgasm.
“Come, this way.” Andrew wrapped his arm around my waist and urged me to walk with him.
I saw we were following Cillian and Mitch who didn’t glance at a huge bed that was a mass of squirming bodies. Males and females, touching, licking, fucking, and caressing. The scent of sex rose from them along with deep guttural groans. The languid twisting reminded me of a pit of vipers slinking over each other, all seeming to become one organism.
“Wow,” I breathed.
“Don’t get ideas for that,” Andrew said, his hold tightening. “I don’t do sharing.”
“I mean…I…”
His eyebrows had squeezed together, his lips a tight straight line. “Watch all you want, but I’m the only man, or woman, who’ll touch you from now on.”
“Jealous type, huh?”
“Jealous, nah, try obsessive, territorial, protective, then you might understand one percent of how I feel about sharing the woman in my life.”
“And right now, that’s me?
“Not right now.” He stopped and held me by the shoulders, brought his mouth close to mine. “For the foreseeable. I waited for you for too long to be a quick thing, we’re together, you’re mine and I’m yours.”
“We’re exclusive?”
“We are definitely exclusive.” He kissed me, a heavy, hot kiss that had me panting for more.
“Hey, sorry to break this up.” Mitch was at our side.
“What?” Andrew scowled at him.
