Princely Passions

"Professor..." I intone, loving the way that forbidden word rolls over my tongue. I could say it over and over again and never tire. "Professor..."

I’m still saying it when my muscles shake once more, licked by the furious flames of pleasure. I thrust my pussy against his fingers, making him bury them deep as his name turns into a scream, thick beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and plastering my hair down.

He gives one gentle kiss there before sliding out his fingers, and he slowly stands up, towering over me. He leans into me and kisses my cheek, right over the corner of my mouth. I can taste myself in his lips and I love it - I love how he wants me, I love how he can’t get enough of my body.

"More..." I beg, not caring if my body still hasn’t recovered. He eases his body into me, his cock parting my folds wide as his shaft fights against my inner walls, lodging itself deep inside of me. I grab his ass cheeks, my fingers like claws, and pull him in, forcing his twelve inches as deep as they can go. Then I relax my hold and he goes back, only his tip inside of me. He holds his position there, teasing, and I bury my fingertips in the smooth skin of his ass. "Please, sir..."

In one swift motion he pierces me, his shaft travelling down its whole length inside of me. In and out he goes, each coming and going driving me utterly and completely mad.

"Harder!" I moan between gritted teeth, my hands forcing him up and down in a frenzy. I have Anders-fever and it’s just perfect.

He keeps thrusting at me as I embrace him, my breasts pinned between our bodies. It might be a cliché, but I would give anything to remain like this. It’s more than sex - it’s closeness, it’s... It’s everything I needed.

With my eyes shut close, bodies and souls as one, I come once more. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice and still he keeps going as a sea of pleasure licks at my body.

"I can't have enough of you..." I tell him, making sure that he knows it. It’s a truth so perfect that I just can’t keep it to myself. I nibble at his earlobe as the orgasm washes back over me, my muscles twitching, tensing and relaxing a

ll at once. I’m a hot mess and, still, I want more. I want so much more... I know I won't be happy until my muscles ache and my legs become so weak I won't be able to stand.

I run my hand over his face and up through his hair, taking in the beautiful sight of him. I place both hands on his chest and smile at him.

"Make me yours, sir..."

"If you say so," he grins at me, a grin that tells me I’m in for a world of ecstasy. He takes his hands to my hips and makes me roll to the side. I place my legs on the floor but remain bent over the desk, my back and ass turned to him. His hands run down my back and over the curve of my ass; he slides his fingers under it and, finding my pussy, slides one finger inside. I wriggle my hips, anxious for his cock. I don't have to wait long - with his hands on my lower back, his fingers gently resting over my dimples, he eases himself in. His body is on top of mine, rocking softly and pressing me down on the mattress.

I grab the desk as hard as I can, pressing my forehead on its surface as he softly goes in and out of me. He’s doing it slowly and gently, as if he has all the time in the world. And, if it’s up to me, he can have as much time as he wants to explore my body.

He keeps going for I don't know how long, each stroke of his cock slowly lowering me down into a world where time is irrelevant. For the first time in my life I come like that, pleasure drawn out of me with gentleness and care. There is no need for harshness or for him to go harder... Just slow and steady, his body pressed on mine, his breath against my neck - what more do I need?

I moan and whisper his name, both things sounding the same to me. My body tingles, a sense of pure bliss washing over me.

"Oh, Anders..." I purr, a satisfying numbness taking hold of my limbs.

Still inside of me he hooks his fingers on my hips and makes me jut my ass up as he thrusts, his hips still rocking back and forth. I bend over even more, my breasts pressed against the desk’s surface and thrusting my ass back, his cock as hard as it has ever been. He starts as slow as before but his pace grows steadily. Soon enough his thighs are slapping my ass, the sound of it wild and free. He rams me hard, each stroke of his cock forcing me to scream louder and louder. I can feel nothing but the rhythmic thrust of his cock - all of my body has become numb, pleasure coating all of my senses and leaving everything out.

It isn't sex and it isn't making love. It’s transcendence. Pure and absolute transcendence. How else to describe it? In this moment, my whole universe is his naked body - the sound he makes when he breathes out, his warm skin brushing against mine, his long fingers on my lower back... It’s joy, bliss and rapture all rolled into one. It’s Anders.

Harder and harder he goes, the ferocity of his body overpowering me and making my legs wobble. My whole body feels weak and, if it weren’t for the desk, I’d just fall down to the floor. I start screaming as he thrusts mercilessly, his hands locking me in place as a vice, but then I remember exactly where I am and grit my teeth, forcing myself to shut up. I can feel the muscles in his forearms bulging, his whole body tensing up as he holds his breath and thrusts so fast I’m almost sure I’m going to pass out.

But I don't pass out - I scream my lungs off and grab the edges of the desk viciously as thorns of a perfect orgasm lace my whole body, a high so perfect I’m not sure if I'll ever be able to think straight again. I’m deep into oblivion and I want to stay there and drown in sweet delight. I have never felt anything like this - it’s like a dream, surreal sensations crawling under my skin. I feel as if I’m floating, my pussy spasming around his cock in a way I didn’t know to be possible.

Seeing me like that does it for him. Anders thrusts his cock as deeply as he can and I moan as he comes. His body is static and tense, all that tension inside of him slowly seeping out. I feel his cock spasm violently inside me, his warm semen gushing and coating my insides, filling me. To see, feel and hear his pleasure, knowing I’m the one responsible for it... My own orgasms seem to pale in comparison to this feeling. I hold still, breathing hard as Anders surrenders to the crashing waves that engulf us both.

Only when his hands ease their grip do I move, his still hard cock sliding out of me. I turn to him, panting, and look up at the perfect man that towers over me.

"This… was perfect."

“It was,” he whispers, “but I’m not done yet.” I feel my insides clenching at his words, and then he grabs me by the hips and turns me around. Pulling me up, he makes me sit on the edge of his desk and then forces me to part my legs. His cum is already dripping out of my folds, sliding down my thighs and pooling on the flat surface of his desk.

With his lips curled into a deliciously wicked grin, he goes down on his knees, never taking his eyes out of mine. His hands are still on my knees, keeping my legs spread wide, and he leans into me, slowly parting his lips. He lays his mouth against my drenched pussy and then starts to lap at my inner lips with his tongue, scooping up his own cum and driving me completely insane. I can’t believe that he’s doing this… God, it seems that for a man like Anders there really are no limits.

When he finally takes all the cum that was in my pussy into his mouth, he stands up and, smiling, leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I close my eyes and, allowing instinct to guide me, I push my tongue inside his mouth. We kiss like that, swapping his cum while it drips down our chins. Pulling back from me, he runs his tongue down my chin, licking my skin dry.

“You drive me fucking insane, Christine,” he tells me, and my heart almost explodes my chest. Has this really happened? Oh, God, yes it did. I guess this is one of those things Ashley and Natalie talk about. In Ashley’s own words: some men will dazzle you with what they can do; for them, there are no limits. I guess she’s right.

Professor Anders, where have you been all of my life?

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