Only Love

She nodded, then shook her head, then nodded, then stared at me with her uncertain, passion-filled emeralds. I chuckled and gently squeezed her mounds. “You have to decide, baby girl. Can you do what I’ve asked?”

“Yes,” she panted, nodding with determination.

“Good girl,” I praised and placed a kiss on each hard peak. Then I circled her wrists with my fingers and brought her hands to her breasts. She started manipulating her nipples the way I’d been doing, and when she mashed her lips together to muffle a moan, I was satisfied that I could continue. My eyes dropped to my cock, and I used my thumbs to part her folds. Watching me disappear inside her and reappear covered in a mixture of our essences was hot as fuck.

She was slick and sliding inside was becoming a little less difficult, though her pussy seemed to have an aversion to letting me go. I changed things up and used the middle and index fingers of one hand to hold her open, then used my other center digit to draw circles around her clit. It was swollen and peeking out from its hood as though searching for my touch. I pressed it down at the same moment that I punched my hips forward and broke through London’s hymen, then paused to make sure she was okay. She hissed and froze for one second, but I barked at her to keep playing with her tits, and I continued to toy with her clit.

Damn, she had my cock in a steel grip, and if she didn’t ask me to move soon, I was pretty sure I would lose my ever-loving mind. “How’re you feeling, baby girl?” I gritted through clenched teeth.

She wiggled, and we both moaned in unison. Then she locked her eyes on mine and licked her lips before whispering, “More.”

It was like breaking a dam, flooding my body with a hunger that washed away the last of my self-control. The beast inside me took over, and I grabbed London’s ass, yanking her forward as I plunged in, bottoming out in one thrust. London yelped, and I glared at her while she put a hand over her mouth.

Suddenly, there was a sharp tap on my door, and we froze. “Liam?” Son of a bitch. It was the dean of my department. “Is that you?” The doorknob jiggled, and I sang a mental hallelujah for remembering to lock the door.

London was staring at me with those deer caught in headlights eyes again, and I put a finger to my lips to warn her to stay quiet. “Yeah, Vanessa. That was me,” I called. My body didn’t give a fuck that my boss was on the verge of finding me screwing a student in my office, and my cock jumped in her hot, wet passageway. London’s hands had returned to clasping her hair, and when she whimpered, I slapped my hand over her mouth to silence her. “I dropped a stapler on my foot,” I lied, letting the pain of keeping still inside my girl bleed through my voice. It seemed as good an explanation as any for my tone and why I would have yelped.

The knob twisted again, and I pressed my hand harder on London’s mouth when I couldn’t stop myself from pulling back and thrusting deep again. There was something about being so close to getting caught that was ratcheting up my arousal. “Do you need anything? Can I help?”

I thrust again, then cleared my throat to mask my groan. “I’m good, thanks,” I coughed to cover another grunt as I retreated almost to the tip and slammed back into London’s snug pussy. Her tits were bouncing from her rapid breathing, though it was clear she was struggling to draw in oxygen with my hand clamped over her mouth. My hand was so big that I hadn’t realized I’d been covering her nose as well. However, to my surprise, her eyes had darkened to almost black and her pupils were dilated and glazed over with passion. I experimentally thrust again, while I placed my other hand on her throat and gently squeezed. London’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her inner muscles clamped down so hard I thought my dick just might break in half. “Fuck!” The exclamation slipped from my mouth before I was able to stop myself.

“What happened? Are you sure you’re okay?” Vanessa called through the door again.

Dammit. Why the hell wasn’t she taking the hint and leaving already? “Just dropped it again,” I grunted. “My mind is on other things.” Like fucking my girl, I thought.

“Okay…well, if you’re sure.”

I met London’s gaze again and made sure she saw that I was dead serious. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” Her eyes widened, and I felt her dimples dip into her cheeks beneath my hand.