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)
"You look beautiful," the professor said huskily, "spread out and naked for me like this." His fingers drifted down to her body as he spoke, and a whimper escaped her as he cupped one breast. A moment later, and she could only whimper again, with his hand fully palming her breast.
And then both of his hands were doing it, and her whimpers turned into moans. It was the most embarrassing sound, but when she tried to cover her mouth, the professor's gaze glinted.
"I want to hear you, Diana."
And so she found herself fisting the bed sheets on each side instead, her moans growing louder and lewder as he continued to play with her swelling and aching breasts. And when he bent down to pinch one nipple before covering it with his mouth, her body could only arch up as another moan was ripped out of her throat.
"Oh God."
He began to suck, and she began to writhe.
"Professor."
Sucking and sucking, and she couldn't stop writhing.
It was good. So good. So unbelievably good.
He moved to her other breast, and it was heaven and hell all over again, and she reached for him with a sob, fingers clawing unthinkingly on his back.
And then she felt it.
His fingers trailing down ever so slowly.
Her legs fell open.
And one finger pushed home.
A cry of pleasure broke out of her, and then all she could do was pant and remind herself to breathe as his finger withdrew and plunged back inside of her in a maddeningly leisurely pace.
"Diana." The professor's whisper caressed her ear, and as her body buckled, his finger pushed deeper - deep enough to brush against the membrane of her virginity - and she let out another cry.
"Professor."
"I'm going to take your virginity with my finger."
She could only nod, her mind and body still too busy grappling with all the sensations that his thrusting finger were pushing to the fore.
"It's safer that way, but after that..."
A second finger slid in, and she cried out once more, already feeling so full, and oh God, if that was how it felt now, how much fuller would she feel later on—-
"It will be my dick stuffing you."
AAAAH!
And then it was already happening, his fingers tearing past her hymen, and a gasp broke past her lips as she could literally feel it breaking.
Matthijs' jaw clenched as her wide, dazed doe eyes locked with his.
"It's done," she said shakily.
"It is."
"And I'm yours."
Fuck.
"Yes," he rasped. "You're mine."
And so he slowly pulled his fingers out and moved over her to replace it with his dick, just as he fucking promised.
His gaze devoured every sweep of expression on her face as his dick nudged the moist entrance of her pussy. He wanted to memorize it, wanted to have every fucking moment of this imprinted in his brain.
Because if there would still come a day that she'd leave him, he would at least have this.
His dick slowly went in, and her fingers dug into his shoulders as her eyes went wide.
This.
He pushed all the way in, and desire and wonder flashed in her eyes.
And then she was crying her name out.
"Matthijs."
He began to move, slowly and gently at first, his eyes never leaving her face, and when her legs tightened around his waist, he slightly increased the pace, beads of sweat lining his face as he strove to maintain his control.
"Oh, Matthijs." Her eat-you, eat-me eyes did what it did best, begging and pleading for him to ruin her—-
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He still stood no chance against it, and with a guttural growl, he did as asked, did as they both wanted, his hips moving wildly as his dick pistoned in and out of her. She cried out with each thrust, again and again, and when their gazes collided between thrusts, her dark eyes, even filled as they were with tears, were still begging.
More.
More.
More.
Ruin me. Violate me. Own me.
He bent down to bite her nipple, just enough to turn pain into pleasure without drawing blood, and her sweet, piercing cry rippled in the room.
"Matthijs."
Her fingers dug hard into the blades of his back.
"I'm cumming."
And, with those words, so was he.
Her moan melted into his growl, her arching, shuddering body pressing against his rigid, bent form as his dick ejaculated into the condom.
Their orgasm could've lasted anywhere between seconds and minutes, but for Matthijs, it seemed like a fucking eternity, and the way her limp body eventually fell back against the bed, so it seemed for her as well.
He rolled to his back, pulling her with him, and his chest eased and tightened at the way she sighed as she curled close, his semi-erect dick still thrumming inside of her. He could hear her still trying to catch her breath, and this close, he imagined she could also hear the still-thunderous drum of his heartbeat.
It was done, Matthijs thought.