Dear Professor(66)

He groaned, diving his fingers into my hair and knotting it around them. He kissed me hungrily, and I drank him in until he got up and kicked his sweatpants off. He pulled a condom from the pocket and rolled it on. The foil wrapper glinted in the light as it fell to the floor, but it was barely a fleeting glance as he sat down and pulled me on top of him.

My hair fell in a curtain around us as he grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed it against my clit. I gasped and dropped myself down onto him. I was hypersensitive to his every movement as I rode him, and his tight grip on my butt cheeks showed just how much he was holding back.

His restraint didn’t last long. He soon held me in place, making me grab the sofa cushions as he thrust upward into me. It was just as hard as last time, only this was better, more intense, especially as he slid one hand over my butt and spread my wetness up between my ass cheeks.

He kissed me as he pressed his finger against my ass. My mind was still occupied by the vigor he was fucking me with, but I sensed his whispered question without him needing to ask it.

I bit his lower lip in answer, and slowly, in total contradiction to the thrusting of his hips, he pushed his finger inside my ass. I gasped as the tight hole stretched to accommodate it, but it only felt good. My pleasure skyrocketed as he fucked me in both places, and within a few minutes, my body was convulsing around him as my orgasm shattered through my body.

The only thing that made it better was his strained groan as he came—the one that sounded a lot like my name.





Fuck.

That was the only word his mind could think of. It was the least eloquent word, but it made the most damn sense given how hard he’d just come.

He pulled his finger out of her ass—hiding his surprise that she’d let him do that—and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her forehead was resting on his shoulder, her panted breaths heating his sweat-slicked skin. He didn’t want to pull out of her—not yet. He wanted to stay there for just a moment, savoring the post-orgasmic haze they were both lost in.

He knew he had to ease her off him. That was the best thing to do. The smartest. The most logical. But fuck the best, fuck the smartest, and fuck the logical. He wanted the right. And holding her there, on top of him, his cock still inside her as her pussy spasmed halfheartedly around him, felt right.

His arms around her felt right. Her hand curved around his neck felt right.

She felt fucking right. Just like that.

His thoughts screamed danger. There was a line, and they were crossing it. He had to stop them immediately, but he couldn’t. It’d been but two weeks since the start of their relationship based on his carnal desires and blackmail… Anything else would have been out of place.

But shit. He had a burning desire to know about her—and not just the way she’d like to be fucked next.

No, he realized as Darcy’s fingers twitched against his neck, he wanted to know more. Why she was studying law. Why she’d gotten into the cam business. Her favorite book. Movie. Artist. Singer. Fairytale. All of it.#p#分页标题#e#

He had to distance himself, and he had to do it quickly. This was so inappropriate. The feelings were so wrong, even more wrong than what they’d just done.

He couldn’t feel again. He didn’t want to feel again. He wanted to fuck, not feel. He’d rather fuck a hundred women before he felt something for one of them. He liked having nothing to lose. He liked being alone except for those who warmed his bed.

It was inconceivable to think about having someone there who’d leave his bed cold only to warm his heart.

War raged inside him. Two sides: one wanting to hold her still, the other wanting to shove her away. One wanting to offer her his shower, the other wanting to throw her out on his doorstep with nothing but the clothes she had on.

“Oh my God,” Darcy whispered against his shoulder in her soft voice.

He couldn’t help it; he chuckled. He ran his hands over her gorgeous curves as she sat up and flicked her hair out of her face.

“If you can still talk, I didn’t fuck you thoroughly enough.” He pressed his lips against the hollow of her neck.

She shivered. “Can I eat before you try again? I’m exhausted. I also need to pee.”

He laughed again.

“Shit. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

He had to fight not to laugh harder. “I’d appreciate if you did pee before I fuck you again, yeah. I’m not into that.”

“Good to know,” she mumbled, pulling her lips up.

He inwardly winced as his cock slipped out of her and she stood up. Her knees trembled, but she steadied herself. He took that as a compliment.