On Her Professor's Bed: Alpha's Plaything

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oughly pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. A low, guttural grow

ed me this way. He knew jus

brushing his lips over the fabric. "I'm going to devour them." His growl was followed by a

to sparks flying around. His hands moved to cup my bare boobs, squeezing them firmly as his mouth latched ont

is to stop, I wanted to have them in his mouth for as long as I wanted. T

zing the other one sent waves of heat through my core. I was dripping with wetness. His tongue flicked

.." he growled against my skin, his teeth gr

d breathlessly, my voice trembling

before clearing the stuffs on his table to a side, and lifting me on it. His hands roaming down m

Jeans!" His voice erupted in a low, menacing growl that sent shivers thro

ed, feigning innocence, though the fire in h

ned closer, his breath heavy with frustration and desire. "Skirts. Short, free, easy. I don't have the patience to fight with denim when I

d on my neck, my heart racing as the pressure

snarled, vibrating with power as his f

already. Oh! That look on his face. It sent my boobs yard

my voice barely above a whisper

ightly, his thumb brushing against the pulse point in my neck before his hand slid down my body. "Next time you show up in jeans,

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a predator circling its prey. His hand slipped lower. "N

ly slipping between my thighs. His fingers brushed over my soaked underwe

d, his voice dripping with satisf

I gasped, pressing my hips toward him in desperation. He chuckled darkl

rubbing harder. "So eager, so desperate. Yo

shallow gasps as I struggled to

ft movement, he raised one of my legs on his shoulder, pressing my back against the table. Hi

ad. I wanted that

le to walk tomorrow," he hissed into my ear before

y in my stomach as he positioned himself between me. Then, with a forcef

pushed a finger into me first, and then joi

ming as he didn't give me a moment to adjus

voice was low, rough, and deman

my body shuddered from the intensity. "I want more... plea

and out of me over and over again, each thrust harder than the last. The room was filled with the sound

th lust. "You take my fingers so well, like you were made fo

rising higher with every thrust. I pushed back against him, meeting each of his movements with equa

as he whispered, "I'm going to eat you out, my lit

tranquil blues. He was a total stranger, a man I had just met, a professor in th