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I opened my eyes to peak at the program running on the tv in front of me. It was a comedy program I couldn’t remember the name of.
I don’t think I slept that long, seeing as the clock had barely moved half a turn.
I could however, feel my body getting cold. The lose white t-shirt wasn’t exactly a big help to keep me warm.
I decided to sit up on the couch I was on. My surroundings was familiar yet unfamiliar.
I do know where I am, though.
My head started going in different directions, searching for the one person I knew were living here.
But I didn’t put much effort to the search since I could only see the living room I was in.
That made me move my body yet again. Now standing up, I was heading towards the kitchen. Hoping I would find him there and if not, I would get myself something to eat.
As expected, I found him in the kitchen. He was doing what he always does, working. I mean he was a professor at a really good school, I don’t blame him.
He was standing in front of the kitchen island, facing many papers as well as his computer in front of him.
He was also shirtless, only wearing pants. You could see his back muscles flex as he leaned his weigh on the counter, catching you off guard.
I made my way towards him, trying to make him not notice me since his back was pointed towards me.
I eventually reached him and wrapped my arms around his naked torso, taking him by surprise.
“Hi beautiful.” He greeted me.
“Hi.” I smiled against his back, making sure he could feel it.
“Slept well?” He questioned as his gaze still lingered on the papers in front of him.
“If you mean for like 20 minutes? Then yes.” I mumbled against his back, making him chuckle.
He then moved and brought his arm around me, forcing me to stand next to him.
“What do you think?” He asked as he pressed a kiss on my head.
He was referring to the papers in front of us. He was an art teacher, after all. He needed to put grades onto his students art works. He has printed out copies of different art works, and they’re all incredibly beautiful.
“I think that you care too much about it.” I answered honestly. I didn’t know much about art, probably because it wasn’t my major. Art not being my major, made the guy beside me not my professor. Meaning us hooking up didn’t mean anything.
However, I had a lot of friends who had art as their major, seeing as our school focused on creative subjects.
“What do you mean?” He asked quietly against my hair as he hugged my body with his one arm.
“They all obviously deserve good grades.” I told him. He has many times asked me about my opinion on different art works. I always told him the same, that the art deserved good grades.
Still he asked me the same question a lot, knowing I would always give him the same answer.
“You know I can’t do that.” He told me as our bodies moved positions and I was backed up against the kitchen island.
I stared deeply into my eyes as his hands found their place on both sides of my waist. I always found eye contact with him kind of intimidating. Probably because he was always a serious man.
Our faces were only a couple of inches apart, making us share breaths.
“Shouldn’t you work?” I asked as a small smile formed on my lips. God, I loved teasing.
“I am good at multitasking.” He said as he matches my smile with a smirk. I could see him glance down at my lip, and I at his.
His hands on my waist moved to lift the t-shirt up above my hips. It was his t-shit, so of course it was much bigger than my size.
I watched his eyes as he realised I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I mean why would I? He was also the one dressing me about half an hour ago, so he would’ve known.
Still, the knowledge seem to have taken him by surprise and the desire in his eyes grew bigger but also darker.
It was his turn to take me by surprise when he forcefully lifted me up and placed me on the island in barely a second.
A gasp left my mouth as my legs wrapped around his lower part, pulling him closer.
His hands found their way back on my waist, as his face came even closer to mine this time.
“Already ready for me I see.” He said as one of his hands made their way on my inner thigh while the other staid around my waist.
I could barely form a response. Because the only thing on my mind was his hand trailing down my inner thigh.
He was aware of the affect he had on me, and right now it boosted his confident.
He kept the intimidating eye contact with me as his finger came even closer to my core.
The eye contact then broke as his eyes traveled down my body and he was met with my exposed core.
I kept my eyes on his face, and I could see the hunger growing even more.
“I thought we just had sex.” I decided to say. It wasn’t a lie, we finished barely an hour ago. I still liked the teasing, though.
“Seems like you want more.” He responded, his eyes locking with mine again as his mouth barely touched mine. He was referring to my already wet core.
Without warning, two fingers entered me at once; making me gasp.
He took my mouth opening as an invitation to bite my lower lip softly.
The bite turned into a kiss when my mouth greeted his. I could barely focus on the kiss though, seeing as there was two fingers pumping in and out of me.
He kept hitting spots that made me weak as his thumb started brushing my clit in slow, soft circles.
This man could bring me an orgasm in a heartbeat.
Which was proven to be true, because I could already feel myself getting close to the edge.
“Close.” I moaned into his mouth.
He hummed as a response before he pushed his tongue into my mouth again, devouring mine like it would be his last supper.
I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth for what felt like the millionth time. The act made his fingers go even faster, if it was even possible.
“Let go darling.” He assured me between his strong kisses.
I did. I could feel myself falling off the edge as I came onto his hand.
I felt myself crippling onto his shoulders for dear life and my breath tried to slow down. His fingers was still pumping in and out of me, helping me down from my high as he was now sucking my neck, giving me time to catch my breath.
“Always so good for me, baby.” He spoke while letting his mouth travel to different parts of my neck.
His fingers then exited me, making me feel empty.
I watched him bring his fingers up to his mouth, tasting the cum I left on them.
“You taste so good.” He said as his eyes locked with mine.
I hummed in response.
His hand went down under the white t-shirt again and without warning pushed inside of me yet another time, making me moan.
“Open.” He commanded, looking straight into my eyes.
I did. I opened my mouth and he didn’t hesitate a second before his fingers left my core and entered my mouth, making me taste myself.
His other hand gripped the back of my head, making me tilt it backwards, opening my mouth even more.
His head appeared above mine, right before he spit into my mouth.
He then allowed me to close my mouth on his fingers. I could now get a better taste of myself as well as cleaning his fingers.
“Good girl.” He told me while burying his eyes in mine.
I hummed in response as his fingers exited my mouth. Not close after, his hand wrapped around my neck. Hard, but still enough for me to breath normally.
“I need to work. So you will be a good girl and help me, right.” He said while keeping the intense eye contact. It was more of a command than a question.
I nodded. But it seemed to not be enough.
“Words, love.” He now commanded as his one hand travelled down to unbuckle his belt as his other stayed around my neck.
“I’ll be a good girl and help you.” I reassured.
“I knew you would, baby.” He said right before he brought his lips back to mine and met me in a kiss.
I moaned against his lips and I could hear his pants unbuttoning.
My own hands travelled down his naked chest until I met his at his lower abdomen.
“Stay as you are princess.” He whispered against my lips as his hands grabbed mine and placed them on the counter.
He wasted no time finishing unzipping his pants and pulled them down his hips along with his boxers.
My eyes travelled down to his dick, and I just now realised how aroused he were.
He grabbed my hips, dragging me to the edge of the island and quickly lined himself up to my entrance.
My hands flew up to grip his upper arms in support as he slowly pushed himself inside of me.
We both watched as his cock slowly entered me, eventually bottoming.
When he bottomed, we both looked up and locked eyes with each other.
“Move.” I told him. He always wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt me. But most of the time, I couldn’t give less fucks.
He did. He started moving in a fast phase immediately.
I struggled to hold in my moans. I bit my lower lip to make sure no sounds escaped from my mouth.
“Don’t hide your pretty little voice from me, love.” He said, as he continued moving in and out of me.
With that, I couldn’t resist myself and let out a loud moan along with hard breathing.
His hands left the tight grip he had on my thighs to lift the t-shirt I wore above my head. Without a second thought, he threw it on the floor as soon as it came off of me.
He looked down at my breaths, seeing as I didn’t wear a bra. He kicked his lips in a way I adored watching.
He started kissing me again. His mouth crashed onto mine and his tongue wasted no time entering my mouth, giving me no chance to dominate the kiss.
His hands gripped my hips forcefully as he started to thrust into me harder.
The newfound pressure made it almost irresistible to hold in another moan.
When he hit my g-spot, I couldn’t help the moan leaving my mouth, flying straight into his.
He broke the kiss with a groan. His mouth started travelling down my body. My throat, my neck, my collarbone, my chest. Eventually my breasts. He didn’t even hesitate to take a nipple into his mouth and suck.
I moaned out his name as he sucked one nipple and worked on the other with one of his hands.
I could feel the pressure build up in my lower abdomen as he continued hitting my g-spot over and over again.
After giving both my nipples the same attention, his mouth travelled up to mine again.
When our breaths met for what felt like the millionth time, I knew for sure that I was close to the edge yet again.
“I’m close.” I told him in between light moans.
“You can’t come.”
It was a command. I’m not allowed to come.
“What grade does this deserve?” He asked. He held up a paper in front of me while he still pounded into me at a hard and fast phase.
I looked at a paper. It was a copy of a gorgeous art work a student had done.
“I can’t.” I could barely form the words. How was I supposed to answer a serious question when I can think of nothing else other than him, and the act we’re doing.
“Yes you can. You’re my good girl, remember?” He said as he drew my ass even closer to the edge of the island, if it was even possible.
It felt like we couldn’t be anymore closer than this.
“A.” I mumbled. “They deserve an A.”
It took me by surprise that I was actually able to form words at this state of mind.
His lips formed into a line as he shook his head slowly, not matching the phase his hips were making in any way.
“We won’t have that, will we?” He asked as his gaze shifted between me and the paper he held.
He meant the art work. He didn’t believe the student deserved an A.
I looked at the paper again. I could feel my nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as I tried my best to not come.
“C.” I said. “A C.” I said yet again and confirmed my thoughts.
I looked at him again, meeting his eyes.
“That’s better.” He told me as a smirk formed on his lips.
He dropped to paper onto the island and placed his hand on my back. He pulled me closer so that we were chest to chest.
The new angle made the pressure even harder to resist. I couldn’t help but to bite down on his shoulder.
I could feel his thumb brush my clit too, forming small circles. It felt too good to be true. It was too much pressure for me to handle all at once, and I weren’t even allowed to come.
It felt like a punishment. Maybe it was. For grading that one student wrong at first.
At least it was a good punishment. But it still felt like hell. The pressure from his hard and fast thrusts along with the circles he formed on my clit ragged through me like a fucking tsunami or some shit.
He seemed to notice that.
“Come for me, love.” He said as his thrusts got even more forceful.
I did. I came so hard I’m sure I saw white spots in my eyes. My moan got muffled by his shoulder. I mad sure to not bite hard enough to hurt him.
I clenched onto his cock as his thrusts slowed down and I knew he was about to come, too.
He came shortly after me. The moan leaving his mouth almost made me aroused all over again.
I could feel his come full me up as he rode us both down from our highs.