Page 22 of The Professor: Ep. 2
She’s unattainable and yet spreading her legs for me in my bed.
I needed to take back the reins, to right my fucking head, to stop all of these delirious thoughts. We were here to fuck, not to profess feelings.
“Here.” I tossed the condom to her and crawled onto the bed toward the middle. “Climb on, cowgirl.”
Kayla
Maddox Kane was a fucking god.
Every muscular, beautiful inch of him had me practically salivating in need despite the earth-shattering orgasm he’d just unleashed on me.
I didn’t immediately obey his command, instead taking my time to explore his rippled abdomen with my tongue. He jolted when I traced those delicious muscles beside his hips, his chest rumbling with an impatient growl. But he didn’t hurry me, instead choosing to watch me from beneath hooded eyes that dared me to do dark things to him.
My lips went to his cock, indulging in that dare and reinitiating the process I’d started on my knees earlier. He didn’t fist my hair this time, instead choosing to tuck his hands behind his head as he allowed me to continue my ministrations.
He tasted like the sweetest treat, his long, beautiful cock meant for a woman’s mouth. Or, more accurately, meant to thrust deep into a woman’s channel and propel her to climax.
God, he would feel amazing with me on top.
Just the thought had me clenching my already sensitive thighs.
I glanced up at him, noting the way his core tensed with restraint as he watched me. He’d given me an order, one I hadn’t fulfilled, and his gaze told me he was about to recapture his control and complete the demand on his own.
It was tempting to see what he would do, to push him to a point of no return and observe the unraveling of all that beautiful power.
But I wanted to ride him, just as he’d said.
And I didn’t want to risk losing the opportunity.
So I kissed the head of his cock and unwrapped the condom. Then I slowly rolled the rubber over his crown and down the shaft, ensuring I touched every part of him.
His eyes glimmered with approval, his lips curling in challenge.
He wanted to see what I could do, test my limits and determine if I could truly keep up with him. I accepted that dare and straddled his hips, seating him all the way to the hilt in one quick move, and set a pace that wiped the grin right off his lips.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his lazy pose shifting as I took what I needed from him, ensuring he hit me right where I wanted.
Then his lower body moved and I was the one cursing, my nails seeking purchase on his chest as I tried to find some part of him to hold on to. “Oh God,” I said as he hit me so deep that I saw stars.
His arms circled around me as he sat up, his chest meeting mine as he captured my mouth and kissed me with the same ferocity as below.
I might be the one straddling him, but he was the one driving now, his strength and prowess impossible to tame. I wrapped my legs around him, seeking a more comfortable position, and immediately moaned as it placed him that much deeper inside me. “Maddox,” I whispered, arching into him, silently suggesting he stroke that point again.
And again.
And again.
“Oh…” I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest as he thrust upward, claiming me so thoroughly I nearly forgot how to breathe.
No man should be this good in bed.
This demanding.
This…overwhelming.
His teeth skimmed my jaw, his lips going to my neck, where he sucked hard against my pulse. “Are you going to come for me again, sweet girl?” he asked against my ear, his breath hot, his voice hotter. “Are you going to strangle my cock with that tight pussy and scream my name?”
Something unintelligible slipped from my mouth, causing him to chuckle.
