Page 9 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire
If she wanted him to fuck her out of her mind, he would gladly oblige.
Moving up, he took her straining bud of pleasure into his mouth and sucked. Hard. Tight. To the point that pain and pleasure mingled and exploded.
Under his mouth, her sex strained, froze, and quivered before releasing fragrant creamy liquid. She came so hard it was almost as if her orgasm was rendering her apart. No one had ever come so beautifully in his arms before, and knowing that it was real, that it wasn’t her faking in any way, made him groan.
He unzipped himself and took out his cock.
“Professor, no,” Kassia protested weakly when she felt his head moving, his tongue licking her folds as if preparing her for another orgasm. “Please, Professor—-” But it was too late. His tongue was there again, joined by his expertly moving fingers, which teased her folds, dipping slightly in before pulling back.
Dimly, she heard the sound of flesh being stroked, fast and hard, and she realized it was the professor pleasuring himself.
The thought had her shuddering, her eyes closing as she imagined how the professor would look like, with his hand on his cock, rubbing and stroking himself while his eyes were on her body.
The image was too much, and just like that, she started to come against his mouth for the second time. She was still shuddering when the professor growled his release, his mouth grinding hard against her sex while he stroked and squeezed his cock as he released his seed to the floor.
In the darkness, the professor spoke. “Kassia.”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
God, it was such a simple thing, the professor just saying her name, but somehow it felt unbelievably tender and intimate, bringing tears to her eyes. Dear God, just him saying her name and she was falling apart. If a part of her was still uncertain about her feelings for him, now there was no room for doubt.
She really was in love with the professor.
THE PROFESSOR WALKEDher back to the dorm, a few feet behind her to keep students from spreading rumors about them. They didn’t talk, didn’t look at each other, but they didn’t have to.
Professor: Did it feel good?
Kassia: You know the answer to that, Professor.
Professor: I just wanted to make sure.
Kassia: That I felt good?
Professor: Yes. Because I have a feeling you’ll flunk your tests tomorrow.
Kassia: Professor, you’re mean!
Professor: Just honest. Because if I know you, you won’t be able to study tonight as you’ll only be thinking of my cock.
Kassia tripped just as she reached the front of her dorm, having read the professor’s last message. She whirled around to glare at the professor, and the heck if it would cause rumors or not, but he was gone.
Her phone beeped.
Professor: And just so you know, mine’s a foot long.
Her phone crashed to the floor.
Holy darn cow, a foot...long?Twelve...inches?
The professor was right. She really might not be able to study tonight.
Part II
Chapter One
Five months ago
“How do I look?” I twirled around for my grandparents’ benefit, and then did another twirl as I watched myself in the mirror, loving the way the dress’ long, flowing skirt danced around my legs. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever owned, and the fact that it was a gift from my mother made it even more precious.
