Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
And another laugh escaped him.
God.
God.
God.
How I love her.
Glancing down at her, he said huskily, "Impress me then."
And so she did.
She was back on her knees, almost as if she instinctively knew how the dominant in him loved seeing her in such a position, and then her fingers were slowly reaching for his dick.
He bit back a groan as her fingers slowly pushed the rubber down until every inch of his member was covered. "Diana—-" And then he forgot what else he had to say, with her taking him completely by surprise as her mouth closed around his dick.
FUCK.
She worked him like a pro, sucking and licking in a way that guaranteed his undoing in a matter of mere minutes. It had him wondering if she had also practiced this on a vibrator, and of course this thought had him harder than ever, and he found himself gripping her hair.
She sucked harder, and his balls tightened.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
Diana felt the professor's fingers tighten its grip on her hair, and it felt good. Really good. So much so that she couldn't help licking every inch of him while her hands tentatively reached for his balls. They felt heavier and sturdier than she imagined, and when she gave them a little squeeze, it was both exciting and a little frightening, the way the professor's manhood pulsed inside her mouth.
She tried it again, squeezing harder and sucking harder at the same time, and the moment she did, it was as if his control went to pieces, and she found herself reliving a porn film staple. The professor gripping her hair tightly as he controlled the bobbing of her head while his member thrust in and out, faster and wilder, and oh God, she couldn't, just couldn't get enough—-
POP!
Diana fell back as he yanked out of her mouth, and her eyes widened when she saw him stroking his manhood furiously as he started coming and filling the condom until it looked in danger of exploding. Their gazes clashed, his golden eyes hard, and it was as if he was saying, This is how it would always be between us.
Almost as if he was trying to scare her away, Diana thought.
Oh, Professor.
When would he get it?
Eyes still locked with him, she slowly licked her lips and saw his entire body jerk. Good. And as his climax slowed to its aftermath, she rose to her feet and reached behind her for the zip of her dress.
Her eyes stayed with his as it fell softly to the floor, its descent a proud, quiet statement of its own.
I'm here.
She reached for her lace panties and stepped out of it.
I'm here for good.
She stood before him, naked and trembling, but despite her fears, she kept her chin up, her back straight, and everything of her bared to his gaze.
All of me...
She stepped forward.
Is for you.
The professor closed the distance between them, and her eyes swept close as she felt his hand curve around her nape.
Third kiss, Diana couldn't help thinking dizzily.
And so it was.
His mouth was forceful and hungry, almost to the point of ravishment, as if he was making up for all the nights he had wanted and needed, all the times he had ached to kiss her.
And knowing this, all she could do was part her lips willingly under his, her tongue molding its strokes to his.
All of me is yours.
His body shuddered, his kisses gradually turning gentle and tender, and when he pulled away, his eyes were once again blazing with emotions. Passion. Heat. Lust. Love. So much emotions, but not one of it was bleakness, and that was all she cared about.
Bleakness meant he still thought he was alone in this.
And he was not.
Never would be.
She looked up at him.
All of me is yours.
"Last chance," he gritted out.
And because it seemed he needed to hear it out loud, she said softly and very, very clearly, "All of me is yours."
His eyes closed. "May God forgive me." She saw him swallow hard. "Because I might never ever let you go after this."
And then he was carrying her to his bed and, after laying her down, she watched him pull back to reach for the drawer and take out another condom. She watched him get rid of the old one and found it an intimately erotic experience, watching the man she loved put on his own condom. It was stupid and fanciful, but she couldn't help seeing him as a warrior, oiling his blade, and the thought of him stabbing her flesh with it and having him pull out with her blood on his blade—-
Diana's face heated as she felt her nipples pinch up in a painfully erect position.
Forgive me if this is a sin.
But I think there's a bit of a twisted masochist in me.
And then the professor was moving back, looming over her as he nudged her legs apart, and both guilt and consciousness dissipated in the sensual, throbbing heat of his presence.