Page 8 of The Professor: Ep. 2
“Open your mouth, Kayla,” I said as I started the process of removing the condom.
She studied my movements, her pupils dilating.
Seconds ticked.
Then she planted her palms on my desk and pushed herself up into an arch, tilting her head back.
And parted those freshly kissed lips.
“Such a good girl,” I whispered, moving behind her again and lifting the rubber to her face. Then I emptied the contents into her mouth and watched her swallow every drop.
My cock pulsed in response, already hard again.
I pressed myself against her ass, allowing her to feel it, then tossed the condom into the trash and fisted my hand in her hair again. She bent even more as I pulled her back to my mouth, her kiss welcoming and seductive and sinful.
My salty essence on her tongue tasted like dark decadence, stirring a wicked twist in my groin.
“You’re slaying me,” I admitted. “Fucking killing me.”
“Good,” she whispered. “Because I want more.”
Of course she did. “You’re my student again, Kayla.”
“I was always your student, Professor.” She grinned against my mouth. “But now I want some additional one-on-one instruction.”
“Mmm, is that ademand, baby?”
“Depends on what you intend tosupply, sir,” she returned.
Such an intelligent female. Sexy, too. “Where’s your phone?”
“In my bag.”
I released her. “Grab it.”
She didn’t ask me why, just pushed up from my desk, fixed her skirt, and made a show of bending down to retrieve her phone.
I tucked myself back into my pants and just shook my head at her.Such a tease.
She handed me her phone, the screen already unlocked.
I added my number, texted myself so I would have hers, and handed it back to her. She glanced at the screen and smirked. “Justprofessor, hmm?”
“And I’ll enter you asstudent,” I told her, zipping up my pants. “I’ll text you directions later. Follow them.”
She arched a brow. “And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll consider it a breach of our terms, and this will be done between us.” I pressed my finger to her lips. “I’ll fulfill yourrequirements, Kayla. But only if you fulfill mine.”
She considered me for a moment, then nipped at my finger. “Yes, Professor.”
My lips curled. “Finger-comb your hair before you go, sweetheart. You look freshly fucked, and I wouldn’t want your father to notice.”
Kayla
“You’re acting weird,”Nikki said as she flopped beside me on my bed.
“No, I’m not.”I totally am. And who could blame me? Maddox motherfucking Kane had rocked my worldthreetimes this week.
