Hot Night With My Professor

I was surprised when he picked me up. “Let’s continue this to your room so you’ll be comfortable,” Ismael said. I want to make the point that there is still a second round. I can’t help but smile from ear to ear. This guy is fucking delicious!

He sat on my bed when we entered the room. He didn’t close the door because he was in a hurry. I was sitting on his lap with my thighs wrapped around his waist.

“Move for me, Miss Alvandra,” he ordered, to my surprise. I looked at him to make sure I heard correctly. “Move your hips, my lady.”

I adjusted my sitting position and held his shoulder. I let his manhood into me, and I saw the spark of happiness in his eyes. I slowly moved my hips, just like he said. I could feel his flesh growing inside me, reaching the height of my belly. Shit. This is crazy. I never thought I would work for my own pleasure.

“Like this, professor?” I asked while staring into his eyes.

“Scratch that, professor. Call me by my name, Miss Alvandra,” he mumbled under his breath. I heard his deep breathing with each thrust.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Then call me by my name too. I never heard you call me by my first name, professor,” I mouthed in between my gasps and moans.

“Jothea?”

I felt a sudden blood rush to my heart. I immediately looked away from him. Shit. Shit. I shouldn’t have asked him to do that. My heart beat faster because of what he did. It sounds so divine to my ears, like music that I want to listen to forever.

He leans closer to my ears. “Jothea, I like you.”

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. He is smiling from ear to ear. What the fuck did he say? “I’ve been holding myself to tell you that; that’s why I’m pressing you to guess it.”

I was amazed, and in a sudden motion, my tears fell to my cheeks again. It’s just a phrase, but why do I feel like it means so much more? How can he say that when I’m off guard?

“I’m becoming useless because I accidentally stepped into your trap. That student-professor relationship you were talking about, I am starting to hope for that,” he honestly confessed, making my heart really feel warm. I thought our bodies were heating up enough to warm me, but I would feel more warm because I heard the words I never thought his lips would say.

I feel like my heart will start to burst. How can he tell that as if I weren’t here? This was far from what I expected.

He kissed my cheeks to wipe away my tears and even embraced me warmly. I feel his heart beat louder than mine. Is this true? How did this happen? How does Ismael want me?

I cupped his face and stared at him intently. I want to know if what he said was true. How can he like someone like me? Who’s very annoying, stubborn, and disobedient?

“What did you say?” It was only now that I had the strength to ask after a few seconds of looking at him.

“Did you really not hear, or do you just want me to repeat it?” he asked mischievously.

I shook my head. “I-I just can’t believe it…” I admitted.

He chuckled. “Why?” He kissed the tip of my nose. “What makes you think that it was a lie? Aren’t you convinced?” He touches my cheeks and caresses them in such a manner that it gives me shivers. He puts my hair under my ears as he gives me another deep, passionate kiss.

“I’ll show you then.”

He laid me on the bed, and he started making his way to me again, but this time it was gentle. How he touches me and caresses me is very unworldly. I can’t articulate how he brought something unreal into my world full of chaos. Just recently, I heard so many hurtful words from my family, but here he is, with just a simple statement: I forgot all that.

“Jothea… you’re so fucking gorgeous when you look at me like that,” he uttered. He kissed my lips while playing with my breasts, as he was still making his way inside me slowly. His lips moved down my neck. He licks it, sucks it, and leaves some marks. He did the same to my shoulder, chest, stomach, and other parts of my body. I’m about to be insane. This is so fucking good.

He made me turn my back away from him. He put a pillow on my head before lifting my lower body. He positioned himself, and after a while, I felt him enter me again.

“Ahhh… Ismael…” I mumbled. I don’t need to hold back my lips, especially since I already know how he feels. It was clear to me why he was doing all this to me.

“Are you feeling it?” he inquired. I can hear his growl while still striking my flesh and bones.

“Y-yes, ughh… how can you be this good?”

He wrapped his hand around my stomach and lifted me up. Now I’m bent over him while he hugs me. “Because it’s you, Jothea.”

He quickened his pace as the tension built up inside me. I just clung to his head while he held my chest.

“I’m close, baby.”

Because of what he called me, I released my cummed without a warning. He’s using all of his cards against me! How deceptive! He is really good in bed!

And because I was the first to cum, I let him move until he finished. He gave me all his extractions. I feel the fullness of my femininity because of him. I clung to him weakly while catching my own breath. He kissed me again from the back. His saliva is so fucking sweet and aromatic.

“You know what? I still want to do more rounds,” he admitted while staring at me intently.

“Even me,” I replied while caressing his cheek. His skin… I want to be under his skin. I am so addicted to his scent. Even though we were sweating profusely, I couldn’t help myself. I like the way our sweat mixes, like our juice mixes with each other.

He bit his lip trying to contain his feelings. Now, I know he’s real.

“Can you still handle two more?” he whispered, full of requests.

“Why not three, Ismael?” I replied, trying to tease him. He bit his lower lip again as if he couldn’t believe what came out of my mouth.

“Then, let’s do it while it stands up,” he said jokingly while referring to his masculinity.

“It will. I’ll make it stand up for me.” I touched the object he was referring to, and I was not mistaken; it stood up for me again. He just cursed and held onto the felt to avert his shy eyes from me. “This guy can handle more, but how about your legs, Ismael? Is a twenty-seven-year-old already weak?” I teased.

“Don’t mess with my age, young lady. You’re seven years younger than me. I have more experience than you,” he commented. So, he knows my age?

“Well, age doesn’t matter. Performance does.” I winked at him and ran away. Let’s see your bones if you can catch up with me.

He immediately caught up with me, so he picked me up. We even beat the newlyweds at flirting. I kissed him again, and I just realized that we were in the bathroom.