Page 6 of The Professor: Ep. 2
But she would be my student by the end of today.
And she still wants more.
“Kayla,” I breathed, her lips addictive and soft and so damnfull. “We can’t do this.” Oh, but we weren’t stopping now. I valued control, but she’d taken charge the moment she’d bent over in my classroom.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she demanded.
I complied.
And I fought to take charge, my tongue dominating hers in several swift strokes that only seemed to intensify the heat scorching our souls.
“Fuck,” I breathed, then captured her mouth again, my teeth skimming her bottom lip and biting down in reprimand.
She’d be bruised.
I didn’t care.
It served as a claiming mark, one I didn’t deserve to put there. But hell if I cared.
We were already doing this. In my office. With her father down the hall. Colleagues all around us.
Don’t disappoint me.The words reverberated in my head.Don’t fuck up. Don’t make me look bad.
Statements I grew up hearing.
Statements I grew up ignoring.
Statements I enjoyed defying.
And what better way to do that than to fuck my student against my desk?
The dean’s daughter.
Kayla Mickelson.
The gorgeous brunette with curves meant for my hands and legs that went on for days.
“Maddox,” she whispered, her body tensing beneath mine. “Please.”
Friction.
She neededfriction.
This position was for my pleasure more than hers, something I’d done on purpose. She’d tempted me into this sin; she deserved to be punished for it.
And yet… I needed to feel her come.
She’d fucking enchanted me.
Overwhelmed me.
Seduced me into this.
And rather than piss me off, it floored me. I fucking loved a tenacious woman, and Kayla embodied the spirit of a goddess, her confidence a proverbial stroke against my cock, her body built for the darkest of sins.
Built for me.
I released her hip, my other hand still fisted in her hair as I held her lips near mine. She trembled, another plea escaping her beautiful mouth. I smiled, loving the way she begged, loving the way shefelt, loving the way she melted into me, giving me everything I could possibly want and taunting me with everything I shouldn’t have.
