The Professor (Forbidden Encounters 1)

It only has me finger fucking her faster and harder.

“Yes! Bryce! Mmm.” She rolls her head back and forth as she comes. I remove my hand and replace it with my mouth to drink her juices.

So wet. So tasty.

When she’s shaking, quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, I sit back on my knees and suck my fingers into my mouth.

She takes

me by surprise by lifting up too. Her hands fumble while she tries to untie my shorts. She yanks and pulls until my cock swings free. She tugs the swim trunks down to my knees and wraps her tongue around the crown.

“Oh fuck,” I groan.

My hand flies to the back of her head to keep a gentle touch on her and she sucks the tip into her mouth. Watching my cock leave her mouth nearly has me coming down her throat. Her lips are stretched wide, her eyes meet mine, seeking my approval and I grunt when she takes more of me in her mouth.

“You suck my cock so good, baby,” I mumble, loving how her head bobs up and down. “If you keep this up, I’m going to come,” I warn her when I feel the tingle at the base of my spine and my toes curl.

The little vixen cups my balls instead and quickens her pace. With a savage sound vibrating my throat, I push her off me and crawl over her. Before she can ask why I stopped her, I thrust into her and both of us moan from the feeling of rightness.

She’s tight and hot, milking me perfectly as I drag my cock along her walls.

I don’t go easy on her.

I fuck her, gripping her hips for leverage as I hold her in place.

“Bryce, oh my god!” she screams, stretching her arms over her head to grip the rails of the headboard.

The bed slams against the wall. Every thrust is harder and harder. I’m not sure what has gotten into me, but I feel this need to show her that she is mine and that I can care for her.

She needs to know that I’m not going anywhere.

“Abby,” I moan, laying my cheek against her leg. “You feel so good. I swear, you were made me for me,” I say, wrapping my arm around her legs and flipping us over so I’m on my back and she’s on top.

Oh, hell yes. She looks fucking good up there. Her small tits bounce as she rocks on my cock, and I can tell she trepidatious because we haven’t done this position before, but my god, why haven’t we?

“You belong up there,” I tell her, squeezing her left breast as she rides me. “On your throne.”

Her brown hair flips over her shoulder as her hands land on my chest. Abby fucks me faster, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy and our skin slapping together with hard claps. Her nails scratch down my chest as she throws her head back. It becomes extra wet between us and I know she’s about to come.

Her hips stutter and her mouth drops. The first few seconds are quiet as she gathers her breath and once the orgasm hits her, the creamy flesh flushes and she cries out my name at the top of her lungs.

Like I said, she’s a screamer, and I fucking love it. I want everyone to know what we are doing.

I thrust inside her four more times before I come, unloading every drop into the con— my line of thought vanishes when I realize I’m not wearing one. No wonder it feels so good while I pour myself inside her.

I have no regrets. It’s something we should have talked about, but I almost want her to be pregnant, then maybe she’ll stop running away from me.

She collapses on top of me, and I move her hair out of my face. “That was amazing,” she giggles, placing a kiss on my chest.

Guilt creeps into me and I sigh, “Abby? We need to talk about something.”

She lifts her head and props her chin in her hand. “What is it?”

“I didn’t wear a condom. I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize until it was too late.”

“It’s okay. I’m on birth control. I might have been a virgin, but it helped regulate me… you know, monthly.”

I flip her onto her back and thrust my still-hard cock inside her again. “Why am I just now finding out about this? I could have had you bare so many other times, seeing my come leak from that sweet pussy.”