Forbidden Heat
He was sure her doubts stemmed from fear. Fear that their relationship wouldn’t last. Fear of truly depending on another person. Fear of really listening to her heart. She didn’t believe in happily-ever-after. At least not for herself.
He hadn’t told Jake yet.
He glanced at the golden sunlight reflecting off the philosophy building across the creek. Trey and his sisters had stopped at the campus because he had to make a quick visit to his office. After that they would head to lunch together.
He stood up. “Suzie, I’ll go stop by my office. How about I see you back at the campus center in about an hour and a half?”
He knew both his sisters loved shopping in the little campus shop which had apparel, glasses, mugs, and various items emblazoned with the university crest. And if they ran out of shopping to do, there was the café. It wouldn’t take him that long, but he would use the extra time to stop by Jake’s office.
“Okay,” Suzie said as she watched the ducklings with delight.
Trey crossed the campus to the computer building and walked the two flights up to his office. He chatted with Irene, his co-worker, about a nasty bug she’d found in the new student tracking system they’d been developing together, and helped her debug it for about twenty minutes. Finally, they pinpointed the problem area—it was always easier when they put t
heir heads together—and discussed solutions around the problem.
He glanced at his watch and realized he’d been there almost an hour. He bid Irene goodbye and headed toward the philosophy building.
“Hi. I’m ready for lunch.”
Jake glanced up and smiled when he saw Danielle standing in the doorway to his office. This morning had been sensational, and he was floating on air knowing she loved him.
He gestured her into his office. “Are you sure we don’t need to discuss your grades and how you can improve them?”
She closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked toward him, he stood up. She stepped into his arms and kissed him soundly.
“Why, Professor Jamieson, you already promised me an A plus.”
“Did I now?” He slid his hands around her body and cupped her deliciously firm ass, then pulled her tighter against him. His cock swelled at the feel of her pressed against him. “Is there anything else you’d like me to give you?”
She ran her hand over his growing bulge and he had to stifle a groan.
“You told me you have a meeting after lunch so we don’t have much time.”
She reached under her skirt and slid down her panties, then dropped them into his hand. She sat on his desk and drew him toward her as she raised her legs on either side of him and propped her feet on his chair. She unfastened his zipper and sent him a devilish smile as she drew out his rock-hard cock, then leaned forward and licked him, then swirled her tongue over and all around his cockhead.
“You’re very hard, Professor Jamieson.”
She pulled aside her skirt, revealing her naked pussy. His heart pounded.
“Please slide your delicious hard cock into me and fuck me.”
She tugged on his cock, and as soon as his cockhead pressed against her hot slick pussy, he groaned. He thrust forward, impaling her. This time, she groaned.
She wrapped her arms around him and cupped his ass. He thrust and thrust again.
“Oh, yes. Fuck me hard, Professor. Make me come.”
She gasped as he drove in deep and hard. He could feel her heart thumping against her chest, her breathing accelerating. His body tightened as he pumped into her. Faster. Harder.
She moaned, then gasped.
“Oh, yes. I’m . . . coming.”
He held her tight as he thrust her over the edge, then kissed her . . . swallowing her wail of bliss as she plummeted into an intense orgasm. He thrust again and erupted inside her.
They clung to each other, his arms encircling her body, her hands cupping his ass and holding him tight in the cradle of her thighs. Reluctantly, he drew back, pulling free of the hot embrace of her body.
“I think I’d better feed you now,” he said.