Double Dirty Mountain Men(37)

“I want you in my mouth,” she whispers, between kisses, her voice soft and her eyes closed.

The thought of her swallowing me makes my balls clench closer to my body, but I push her back anyway.

“Not now,” I growl. “I need to be inside you, now.”

With that I pull her to the edge of the bed, her knees over my shoulders, and plunge myself into her sweet pussy with a groan.

Melody’s back arches and she cries out, her hands clutching the sheets on her bed. I lean over her to push myself even deeper, hitting that sweet spot in her that makes her almost lose her mind with pleasure.

“Fuck me, Professor,” she moans when I find it.

I fuck Melody hard and fast because that’s how I need her right now, like I’m drowning and she’s a life raft. With every stroke, I hit the sensitive spots inside her, and soon she’s moaning and thrashing, nearly screaming with sheer pleasure.

It just makes me go harder. She’s mine and I know what she wants.

Finally, she explodes again, her pussy muscles gripping my cock so tight that it nearly hurts. I see sparkles in front of my eyes, the low ache in my belly, but I force myself not to come. Not yet.

I thrust into her a few more times, gently, slowly, and watch her regain control. She runs one hand over my chest as I do, pushing myself deep, and opens her dazed eyes to look at me.

“This feels so fucking good, Professor,” she murmurs. “What are you doing to me?”

I pull out of her dripping, drooling pussy and open the drawer in her bedside table.





Chapter 27





Melody




It was a stupid question, I know, because he’s pulling out the lube and slathering his thick, long, perfect cock with it. I’m breathless with anticipation even though I practically haven’t stopped coming since we got to my bedroom.

I start to roll over and get on my hands and knees, but Professor Sharpe stops me.

“I want you like this,” he says, stroking his cock and grinning slowly. “I like watching your face when I’m inside your ass.”

With one thumb, he starts stroking my clit idly as he positions the head of his cock at my back entrance. I take a deep breath, relax, and let him slide into me, his whole monster sinking deep in one stroke.

I make a pure, primal, guttural noise. When Professor Sharpe fucks my ass, I feel so filled and so good that I can barely move, like he’s in absolute, complete control and the only thing I can do is surrender to him.

“Tell me how much you like it,” he commands, his thumb still rubbing my clit. He starts thrusting slowly, gently. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me but right now I’m craving it hard and fast, until I’m screaming nonsense words because I can’t think of real ones.

“I love your thick cock in my ass,” I moan, because I’ve finally almost learned to talk dirty. “Fuck me hard, Professor.”

He drives himself deep again, harder this time, his balls slapping against my ass, and I moan, my eyes sliding shut. It feels good, fucking incredible, but it’s also dirty, filthy, something I never thought I’d do.

I never thought I’d beg a man to put his cock in my ass, but here I am.

“Fill me up,” I beg. “Make me come again.”

There’s a look of complete and total concentration on his face as he starts going harder and faster, and soon I feel my brain shorting out from how good it feels and how dirty it is.

“Make me come,” I beg, over and over. “Make me come with your big cock, please.”

With a grunt, he does, and I swear my entire body shivers as I orgasm, every muscle tensing, my fingers and toes curling. I can hear myself shouting but I have no idea what I’m saying because there’s nothing here but sheer, pure pleasure.

I come back down to earth, and realize he’s still rock hard, still fucking me mercilessly.

“Come in my ass, Professor,” I say. “I love feeling you come there.”

A slow, wicked grin spreads over his face, and he slows. I just stare, baffled, because I have no idea what else he could possibly have planned.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say instantly.

“Completely?”

“Yes.”

Without another word, he reaches into my bedside drawer and pulls out the dildo — the one that, six weeks ago, I thought might be too big for me. I just watch him, clueless, as he slides the tip of the dildo down me, from my belly to my clit until the head is nestled between my slippery lower lips, just above where my asshole is stretched around his cock.

Then it clicks, and I gasp, alarmed.

“Shh,” he says. “Trust me, kitten.”

I pause for a moment. The thought is hot as fuck, but can I really do that? To be honest, it seems logistically impossible — two big cocks in my tight little body at the same time.

But then Professor Sharpe pushes the head of the dildo inside me just a little more, thrusting lightly into my ass, and I’m hit by a wave of pleasure so intense I can’t even move, let alone make a noise.

“You’re so fucking beautiful right now,” he whispers. “I love it when you feel so good you can’t even move.”

I moan in response, the only noise I know how to make. It’s odd that this is so romantic when he’s got his cock up my ass and a dildo in my pussy, but oddly, it is.

I trust him. Completely.

Professor Sharpe works the dildo in slowly, gently, and even though I think I’m completely and utterly filled, unable to move, he keeps filling me more and more until my vision is starting to go gray around the edges, and then he stops.

“You like that, kitten?” he asks, moving his hips slightly, both his cock and the dildo moving together. “You like getting stretched out by two cocks at once?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good,” he says. “Because it’s fucking sexy, kitten, and I don’t think I’ll never get enough of you.”

Then he starts fucking me, moving the dildo and his cock together, and it’s so overwhelming that I come instantly, moaning and shaking. My entire body feels like it’s the sun, on fire and so intense that I’m afraid to move or I might just explode.

I come and I don’t stop, my body nearly shaking apart as orgasm after orgasm wracks through me. The sheer pleasure of being stuffed full and being so completely under Professor Sharpe’s control, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Like he’s a drug and I’m a junkie. I’m not even aware of what’s happening to me anymore, I just know that it feels fucking incredible and I never want it to stop.

Finally, his thrusts get urgent, hard and fast, right at the limit of what I can take but God it’s glorious.

“I’m coming in your ass, kitten,” he growls.

Then he does, and I’m so stuffed that I can feel every tiny jerk of his cock as he unloads inside me, again and again, still fucking me and growling my name for a long time while I’m left senseless with pleasure.

When he finally finishes, he bends over and kisses me, my knees to my chest.

“I love you,” he says. “You’re my dirty, filthy, perfect, beautiful girl and I love you.”

I swallow, tracing his face with my fingers. He’s still inside me along with the dildo, and I’m feeling everything, all at once.

“I love you too,” I say.

“You’re mine,” he says.

“You’re mine,” I say.

Then he pulls off, takes the dildo out, and climbs onto my bed next to me, taking me in his arms. We stay like that for a few hours, until my roommate is due home.

I love it. It’s not what I thought it would be, but I love it anyway and I don’t care what anyone thinks.



We date all semester. Some people give us weird looks, but it’s not like we hold hands in the school hallways or something — we go on dates off campus, he brings me to department events, that sort of thing.

It’s real. It’s kind of romantic, and I even get used to calling him Ethan.

Everywhere but the bedroom, anyway. There he’s still Professor and I’m still kitten, and he still makes me come so hard my eyes roll back in my head.

Then, the first day of summer break, he proposes. I’m shocked, utterly beyond surprised — I thought we would wait until I graduated and got into grad school.

I say yes. We get married that fall in a small ceremony in coastal New England, and take our honeymoon to Quebec over Fall Break. It’s beautiful and perfect, and even though I’m the only married junior in my entire college, I don’t mind that much, because I love Professor Sharpe.

I love that while my friends are out at frat parties, trying to find a drunk hookup for the night, I’m reading in front of the fire with my husband — or, more likely, biting a pillow as he licks me until I come again and again before slipping his enormous cock into my ass while I moan.

Let’s just say a frat boy never made me feel the way Professor Sharpe does.

I miss my period February of my senior year — the same day I get into my first graduate program, and I’m so overwhelmed by all the good news that I’m sobbing on the couch when Professor Sharpe gets home, and he thinks someone’s died.

I’m just barely showing at graduation — not that anyone can tell under that gown. The university where I’m going to get my PhD lets me push back enrollment by a year, and I give birth to a perfect little girl and get to spend nearly a year being a mommy before going back to school.