His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession

Jasmine

The door hadn't even clicked shut before he had me. Our lips were already fused in a jagged, desperate lock as we stumbled into the black room.

He slammed the door with a finality that made the walls vibrate, pinning me against the wood. My hands were swept upward, his iron grip catching my wrists and lifting them above my head.

I should've stopped this.

I should've pushed him away and walked out before I made another reckless decision tonight. Instead, my fingers curled into the front of his jacket, dragging him closer-and God help me, I didn't want to be anywhere else.

I still couldn't properly see him, and somehow that only made this worse.

Or better.

He bit my lower lip, a sharp spark of pain that I answered with a gasp. He took the opening instantly, his tongue invading, tasting, exploring, claiming every inch of my mouth as if it were a territory he had won in a war.

While one hand kept me bound, the other was a marauder. It traveled downward, finding the swell of my breast through the thin fabric of my dress.

He didn't just touch; he cupped, squeezed, and kneaded, his thumb rolling over my nipple until it was a hard, sensitive peak. A sharp pinch elicited a broken moan from my throat.

He moved, his lips leaving mine to trail fire down my throat. His hand slid lower, my dress bunching upward as he caressed my thighs.

I was a wreck, my breath coming in shallow hitches, my underwear already soaked with the evidence of how much my body wanted this stranger.

"Fuck," I hissed, arching my back until my spine pressed painfully into the door.

He shifted my lace aside and slid two fingers into my weeping heat. His fingers curved inside me, hitting that electric bundle of nerves over and over again while his lips did sinful things to my neck.

"Mmmm, fuck... yes!" I mewed, my head tossing back against the door.

He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me cold and aching for a split second, only to shove them into my mouth. I licked them clean, my eyes wide and searching the darkness for his.

I couldn't see him, nothing but the glint of shadow and the heat of his gaze-but I wanted this stranger to pound me until there was nothing left of the woman I used to be.

His hands moved to my back, slowly undoing the zipper of my dress. The fabric slid over my shoulders and pooled around my feet with a soft thud.

I stood before him in the dark, my heart thundering against my ribs. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and possessive.

In a sudden surge of bold, emerald-eyed temper, I decided to give him a show. I threw my hair back, exposing my breasts, cupping them myself as I watched the shadow of his silhouette.

I took my own nipples between my fingers, mimicking his pinch, my eyes fluttering shut as a quiet moan escaped me. I wanted to see him squirm, wanted to know I wasn't the only one losing control.

My hand trailed down, sneaking into my dark green panties, a shade that always made my hair look like liquid flame.

He didn't wait another second.

He scooped me off the floor, his strength effortless, and carried me to the bed. We fell into the plush mattress, a tangle of limbs and rising heat.

I met his longing lips, the heat between my legs rising. Our tongues continued the dance from earlier.

He sat on the bed, and I slid off his lap, sinking between his knees and freeing him from his pants. My lips engulfed his cock, my hair flowing around his legs like liquid flames.

I gave him everything I had, licking and sucking, placing little kisses all over his cock. I wanted to taste the power I had over him, to feel him twitch against my tongue until he was as close to the edge as I was.

I didn't need to look to know that he was just as aroused as I was. I could tell from the way he was breathing, the way his body was moving... the way his engorged tip was begging to be sucked.

His hands caressed my back, my curves, tracing the lower swells of my breasts before stroking across my nipples again.

I stood and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, then on his neck, before smashing my lips against his again as I straddled him. The friction of his tip against my entrance made me hiss.

I looked into those mysterious eyes and slowly lowered myself onto him.

I was filled so completely I thought I might break. He was thicker, harder, and more demanding than anything I'd ever experienced. It was a pressure that bordered on pain before melting into a searing, white-hot pleasure.

My pussy gripped him, pulsing around a thickness that felt impossible, and I arched off the mattress, my head snapping back.

"Yes... oh God, yes," I mewed, my fingers digging into his strong, sturdy arms.

I had never felt anything like this-this intense. It was too much to bear, a sensory overload that bypassed my brain and went straight to my nerves.

As he thrust, a slow-building heat began to coil at my center, tightening with every slide of his skin against mine.

"Don't stop... ahh," I gasped, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. I was rising, my breath coming in shallow, desperate moans as I began to feel that familiar tightening in my abdomen.

"I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming."

The orgasm hit like an earthquake. My thighs began to tremble, and a rhythmic, violent pleasure erupted, radiating from my core to my very fingertips. I felt my toes curl against the sheets as I rode the wave, my vision fracturing into sparks of light.

But he wasn't finished. With a sudden, possessive strength, he flipped me over. I landed on my stomach, my back arching instinctively as he gathered my hair in one hand, tilting my head back. He plunged into me again, the change in angle hitting a spot so deep I felt it in my chest.

"Mmmm, fuck... just like that," I grunted, my voice a raw, animal sound. I pushed my hips back, meeting every heavy, rhythmic strike, desperate for the friction.

He stilled with a guttural groan that vibrated through my entire body. I felt the sudden, searing heat of him filling me, hot release coating my walls and triggering a second, smaller ripple of pleasure through my exhausted body.

We stayed like that for a long time, tangled and trembling, breathing the same air until our pulses finally slowed.

Eventually, he pulled away, the loss of his heat making the room feel suddenly cold. I heard his bare feet on the hardwood as he disappeared into the bathroom. I lay there, blinking at the shadows, my body aching in a way that felt like a quiet victory.