Professor

For a suspended moment, all I did was hold the globes while I kissed her, fucked her mouth with mine.

“Christ,” I panted. I was so damn hard, harder than I’d ever been in my life, like granite. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need you, Grace.” We were both breathing so hard. “I need to be inside of you now.”

She shivered in response. “Yes,” Grace whispered. “Take me.”

Any amount of control I’d had evaporated in that moment. There was really no fucking going back now.

20

Grace

Lucian kissed me hard, holding on to my ass like he wanted to leave bruises on my flesh.

God, I want that.

The underwear was between the cheeks of my bottom, and with every passing second, Lucian moved his fingers closer to my pussy. It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of him, like he couldn’t control himself and wanted me to know that.

And I was more than willing to be his prey.

He had his big body pressed against mine, the feel of his erection prominent, causing a gush of wetness to leave me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight. And when he moved his hand between us, I felt like I could have climaxed from that alone.

“Tell me what you want,” he grumbled out.

“You,” I said without any hesitation.

“I want you so fucking badly,” he said against my neck, licking, sucking, and leaving his mark on me.

Before I knew what was happening, he had the panties all but torn from me, sounds of rending fabric filling the room, causing my arousal to climb even higher.

And then I watched as he got undressed.

Pulse rapid. Breathing shallow. Desire blooming.

He was a work of art with lean, defined muscle. Lucian was powerful, strong, and beautiful, like a statue.

We were both naked now, the hard, heavy pants coming from us identical. Beads of sweat covered the valley between my breasts. A part of me said this might ruin things, that this might be a bad idea. But another part, the stronger side, the one that didn’t care what happened because I was finally going to be with the man I loved, wouldn’t let me focus on anything else but being with Lucian.

His cock was like a steel rod between us, pressing against my belly. I felt wetness at the tip of his shaft, pre-cum spilling from him because of how worked up he was.

There was no stopping this, but God, I didn’t want to.

I’d been hiding, holding on to my feelings for so long that having them actually free felt invigorating, and so pleasurable. It was exciting and exhilarating. Right now all I could think about was our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together.

“That’s it, Grace.” He was gently pressing his erection against me, as if he couldn’t help himself. “Christ. You feel so good.” He had his hands on my bare ass, his fingers clenching on the mounds repeatedly. I wanted him to take control, to do with me as he pleased.

He removed his mouth from my neck and started kissing me again, but at the same time lifted me off the ground and held me easily in his arms. When I moaned, he grunted in pleasure and held onto my ass even harder, almost painfully. But that discomfort felt so damn good. He was so strong, holding me up as if I weighed nothing, the strength pouring from him and making me feel so feminine.

His cock was a hard length between my thighs, hot and monstrous, making my insides clench in need and apprehension.

“Take me,” I whispered unabashedly.

He grunted and thrust his hard cock against my pussy.

“Please.” I didn’t care that I was begging, that I sounded desperate. Right now I just wanted to feel him pushing into me, stretching me, claiming every inch of my body.

I was ready for Lucian to claim my virginity.

I wanted to feel so full I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t even breathe.

“Are you ready?”

“I am so ready for you, Lucian.”

“No more waiting. I need you too fucking badly.”

He kept one hand on my ass and moved the other between our bodies. It was a testament to his power when he held me up easily with only one arm, and damn did that make me wetter.

He had me on the bed a second later, the sheets so soft and cool against my overheated, ultrasensitive body. For a second he just stood there and watched me, his gaze heavy as he raked it up and down my length.

And then he was climbing onto the bed like a predator stalking me, about to devour me.

Lucian moved his hand along the arch of my foot, over my calf, up my thigh, and closer to my pussy. With his other hand he took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times. “Spread wider for me,” he said gruffly. And when I did, I watched as he zeroed in on what was displayed between my legs.