Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Please…” The word comes out as a needy whimper. I want this so bad. I want him so bad. Apprehension gives way to something deeper, and I know he feels it. The connection between us, the heat. He wants to reach out and touch it, taste it, and I want to let him. Licking my lips, I gaze up at him through hooded eyes. Time stands still, as I wait with bated breath for him to make his choice.
I know the instant he’s come to a conclusion, because like a rubber band pulled far too tight, he snaps and falls back on top of me.
His perfectly sculpted lips mold to my swollen ones, and his body weight presses deliciously against me, pushing me deeper into the mattress. Leaving me no way of escaping him. As if I would.
Nudging my thighs apart with his legs, I feel his hand snake between us. All he does is graze his fingertips over my drenched folds, and I mewl like a cat in heat. Breaking the kiss, he smiles devilishly against my skin, before starting to nibble at the flesh along my neck.
“I knew you’d be wet for me,” he pants, as he gently rubs against my clit. I almost come right then. The rough pad of his fingers combined with his low husky voice vibrating through me has the power to coax the orgasm right out of me.
Raking my nails over his shoulder, I wish he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Fisting the material in my hands, I’m about to pull his shirt off to make my wish come true when he brings one finger down to my entrance and dips it inside, slipping through the wetness with ease. He teases me, dipping in and out a few times before sliding it in all the way.
All thought evades my mind in an instant, leaving me with nothing but pure ecstasy as the tingling deep inside my belly gathers, building, and on the verge of exploding.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls, thrusting his finger inside while keeping his thumb on my clit. His finger feels so big, I can only imagine what it would feel like with his cock inside of me. Closing my eyes, I give in to the feeling, letting it overcome me. It rushes in like water, suffocating me, drowning me in its sweet goodness.
“This is mine.” He hisses, biting along my collarbone. The sensation sends shivers down my spine. “Say it. Tell me it’s mine. Tell me you won’t let anyone else touch it.”
Sweet baby, Jesus.
He’s so intense, but I can’t deny him. “It’s yours, all of it. All of me. Only you.”
I can feel the heat pooling in my belly. My climax is near, snaking up my spine, gaining speed with each thrust.
“Good girl,” He purrs with approval and starts to fuck me with his finger, adding a second one to the mix, stretching me slowly as he does so.
With the added finger it doesn’t take long before I’m exploding around him. Clamping down on his fingers, I stifle a whimper by sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. The climax is more intense than any I’ve ever experienced before. My whole body is on fire, every cell scorched by the flames, leaving behind my spent body in a pile of ashes.
Sebastian shifts on top of me and my eyes flutter open. His gorgeous face is closer now, and my heart skips a beat when I think he might kiss me again. He doesn’t though. Instead, he hovers there, studying my face like I’m some fine piece of art.
I can feel his incredibly hard cock pressing against my inner thigh, telling me that he wants me just as bad as I want him. So, why doesn’t he move? Why doesn’t he take his clothes off and drive into me? Why doesn’t he claim me like I know he wants to?
“I want you so bad, but we can’t… we just can’t,” he answers my silent questions.
I want to object. I want to yell at him, shake him until he comes to his senses, but the truth is, he’s right. We can’t. There are a magnitude of things wrong with us coming together, but the biggest one is the fact that he’s the dean, and I’m a student.
There must be some kind of rule against student and faculty relationships. He could get in serious trouble, not to mention all the people who would look down on us.
Even with all the endorphins still flooding my brain, dread and disappointment hang heavy in my gut. I don’t know why I thought it would be different this time.
I should’ve expected it, because, of course, I knew all of this before. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve thought about it. I’ve spent many nights since coming here staring up at the ceiling of my dorm room wondering if we would ever cross the line like this.