Page 24 of The Biker and the Professor
Once he has the condom on, I spread my thighs again. They quiver with anticipation.
He’s between them now, hovering over me, teasing my entrance with his bulbous head. “Fucking beg.”
I don’t hesitate. “Please, I’m begging you, let me—”
He thrusts into me, deep and hard, filling me.
A cry erupts from me, and with it, my orgasm. Just one thrust and I’m undone. After waiting and begging for so long, it is all that was needed to send me careening over the edge.
“Christ,” he murmurs when my back arches up off the bed and my fingers dig into his shoulders, my orgasm wringing me dry.
He waits until I’m back to earth and conscious before he begins moving again. He thrusts in and out, his groans a sweet melody to my ears. I’m stuffed full of him. This is everything. Gosh, this is everything.
“How?” he grits, eyes locked on mine, brows drawn together.
“What?” I pant out.
“How are you so fuckin’ tight? How?”
Rocking my hips upward to meet his thrusts, I confess, “It’s been a few years.”
Those words seem to possess him, as he grabs my legs, throws them over his shoulders, and begins fucking me like he means it.
“Nero…please,” I mewl as new pressure builds faster than I want it to.
Unexpectedly, he pulls out and flips me over to my stomach. “Hands and knees,” he commands.
No hesitation, I scramble up on all fours and arch my ass up so he can take me however he pleases. I feel his fingers glide through my folds, and then his mouth sucking on my clit again. A cloud of ecstasy sweeps me up as he eats me out from behind. Just as I’m close, my heart palpitating, he stops, and in the next second, he’s slamming into me.
Fistfuls of cotton sheets in my grasp, I hold firm as he pounds me hard and relentless.
He leans over me, sweaty chest to my back, and reaches round to wrap his fingers around my neck as he continues his onslaught of mind-blowing pleasure. “Professor?”
I can hardly find the breath to reply, “Y-yes?”
“This pussy? It’s mine now,” he grunts. “I own it. Not you, me.” His fingers tighten around my neck. Not in a way that hurts, but in a way that possesses. “Mine to fuck, suck, and sleep in if I want to. Yeah?”
When I don’t reply, he slams harder into me. But it only shoves me closer to my orgasm.
“Say yes, Professor.”
“Y-y-yesss,” I stutter, losing my focus as his pounding drives me closer and ever closer to the cliff.
Uncurling his fingers from my neck, he relocates his hand between my legs and begins rubbing my clit as his pace quickens.
It so much, too much; so damn much that it shatters me to smithereens, a scream of extreme pleasure busting me open. Too weak to withstand it, my hands and knees give out and I crash onto the mattress.
Nero pulls out and flips me over so I’m on my back again, then he reenters me. Cupping my face in his hands, he kisses me deeply as he grinds into me, his hips rolling, rocking, pumping.
Kissing him back, I lock my legs around him and pull him deeper. His pace becomes sloppy, erratic, swift, and with a feral growl into our kiss, he jerks and stiffens, finding his release.
I hang on tight. Kissing him feverishly.
I’ve never had better. Never.
I was just screwed into oblivion by my student.
My student, who has now laid claim to me.
