Chapter Seven

It didn't take long for my dad to fall asleep. His arms were tucked comfortably behind his head as he snored softly on his favorite couch, his right hand still stubbornly gripping the remote.

I turned my gaze to Professor Wolfe-and caught him already looking at me. His heated stare dragged across my face, igniting something hot and reckless between us. I knew, at that exact moment, that we were thinking the same thing.

Dad had just passed out, and Mom wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

And my dad?

He was the heaviest sleeper known to man.

I couldn't even count the number of times my mom had complained about how nothing-not alarms, not storms, not even me and my brother roughhousing-could wake him up.

The tension in the room tightened, pulling me back to the present when Professor Wolfe's cold hands gripped my thighs. A sharp jolt of erotic electricity shot through my body, making me gasp.

I looked down-and there he was.

Kneeling between my legs.

His fiery brown eyes locked onto mine with raw hunger as his fingers made quick, desperate work of tugging down my panties.

My breath caught in my throat.

"Keep quiet," he murmured, voice rough and commanding. It wasn't a suggestion-it was a demand. One that made my stomach flip and my core throb with anticipation.

I nodded frantically, unable to form words, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Without breaking eye contact, he dipped his head and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the inside of my thigh. I shivered violently, my fingers clenching the edge of the couch cushion.

Another kiss, higher this time, closer to where I ached the most.

I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to hold back the whimper that rose in my throat.

"Eyes on me," Wolfe growled.

My lashes fluttered open, and when I obeyed, the wicked smile that curved his lips made my toes curl.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to trace patterns on my inner thigh with his tongue, occasionally pausing to nip at the sensitive skin. I bit my lips to stop a moan from slipping out of my lips. He nuzzled into my thigh, his breath hot against my skin. "Tell me you want this," he murmured against your flesh, his voice low and husky. "Tell me you want me to make you scream my name."

He waited, his eyes locked onto mine, daring me to deny him. The air between us crackled with tension, the only sound of the soft snores of my father in the background.

"I want this. I want you" I whispered softly.

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Good girl," he purred, before diving back in, his tongue delving deep for my wet heat.

Then he leaned in-and his wet tongue found my cunt making everything inside me shatter. He licked and sucked, his movements relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My fingers tightened in his hair, my hips bucking against his face. A moan slipped out of my lips as I felt his teeth tug at my cunt.

"Ouch! Ouch! The f**k are you doing?!!" I whispered-yelled as I glared daggers at him

"Shh, keep your voice down," he hissed, his eyes flicking towards my sleeping father before returning to me with a mischievous glint.

Then his cool tongue caressed my cunt, easing the pain from his bite, and then, with a final, hard suck on my clit, he sent me tumbling over the edge.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he demanded, his voice muffled against my cunt. "I want to feel you fall apart."

Oh my God.

He stayed between my legs, his tongue slowing as he helped me ride out the waves of my orgasm. Only when I was completely spent did he finally pull back, his face glistening with my juices.

He stood up, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "Your turn now, sweetheart. I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

He shrugged off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso covered in tattoos. His pants hung low on his hips, the outline of his erection straining against the fabric.

"Come here," he ordered, his voice firm but not unkind. "On your knees."

But I couldn't move. The only sound I registered was the rapid thudding of my heart pounding in my chest. Professor Wolfe had just taken off his shirt-right in front of me. I swallowed hard as heat rushed to my cheeks. His abs were sharply defined, each muscle carved like art, and his tattoos? Fuck, I wanted to touch him-desperately.

His shirt hit the floor, but I was too stunned to look away. My eyes stayed locked on his sculpted torso, tracing the lines of his abs like they were part of some forbidden map.

"See something you like?"

My head snapped up, mortified, only to find him watching me with a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

"I, um-"

"You can touch," he said, his voice a low murmur, dark and teasing. He stepped closer, the heat radiating off him. "You've been staring like you want to."

My breath caught. My fingers twitched at my sides. And God help me-I did want to.

He stopped just inches from me, his presence overwhelming. I could smell the faint scent of something earthy and clean-like cedarwood.

"Go on," he murmured, his voice dipping even lower. "I don't bite... unless you want me to."

My fingers hesitated midair, trembling slightly. But when his smirk deepened and his abs flexed ever so slightly under my gaze, my self-control slipped. Slowly, I reached out, brushing my fingertips over the hard ridges of his stomach. Warm. Solid. Real.

He inhaled, sharp and deliberate, his eyes locked onto mine as my fingers slowly drifted up, trailing across the hard planes of his chest. When I reached the spot just above his heart, I paused-lingering. Beneath my touch, his heartbeat thudded, steady but strong, like it was reacting to me. To this.

Soon, I withdrew my fingers. Then I reached for his belt.

He waited, his eyes dark with desire, as I slowly sank to my knees before him. The power dynamic was clear he was in control, and I was at his mercy.

With a smirk, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. It bobbed in front of my face, long and thick, the tip already glistening with precum.

"Open wide, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and husky. "And remember not a sound. Wouldn't want to wake your dad, would we?"

He gripped the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided my mouth toward his cock. The tip brushed against my lips, leaving a trail of precum.

"Suck it, sweetheart," he murmured, his eyes locked onto mine. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

He groaned softly as I took him into my mouth, his fingers tightening in my hair. "That's it, just like that," he praised, his hips starting to move in slow, shallow thrusts.

Fuck.

He watched me through heavylidded eyes, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second. "Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper.

He was definitely more talkative today than last time, and I sure as hell wasn't complaining-I loved every second of it. Especially when he fisted my hair, thrust deep into my mouth, and whispered filthy praises that made my skin heat up.

He thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, but he held me in place, his eyes burning into mine. "Relax your throat, sweetheart. Take it all."

He set a steady rhythm, fucking my mouth with long, deep strokes. Saliva dripped down my chin, and my eyes watered, but he didn't slow down.

"I'm getting close, sweetheart," he warned, his grip on my hair tightening. "And when I come, you're going to swallow every last drop. Understand?"

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in my throat and came, his hot seed flooding my mouth. I gagged and choked, but I swallowed it all, just like he'd ordered.

He pulled out slowly, his softening cock slipping from my lips. A string of saliva and cum connected us briefly before breaking. He smirked, tucking himself back into his pants.

"Stand up," he commanded, offering me a hand. When I took it, he pulled me to my feet and into his arms, his lips finding mine in a deep, possessive kiss.

Fuck, this was the very first time I was kissing him.

"You did so well, sweetheart," he murmured against my lips. "So fucking perfect." He nipped at my bottom lip, his hands roaming over my body possessively.

"But we're not done yet," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Not even close. Tonight, I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight".

"Until the only thing you remember is my name and the feeling of my cock inside you." His hand slid down to cup my pussy, his fingers pressing against my clit.

"I'm going to fill you up so many times, you'll be dripping with my cum for days," he promised darkly, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles.

"Starting with right here, right now," he growled, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me to the couch right behind the one my dad was dozing off on before laying me down gently and covering my body with his.

He ground his hips against mine, his hard cock pressing insistently against my entrance. "Tell me you want it," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Tell me you want me to fuck you senseless."

My gaze never wavered towards my dad, not even for a second, though there might be a chance we could get caught. It was always fixed on Professor Wolfe. Always on him.

"I want you," I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. "Please, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me until I can't think straight".

"Good girl," he praised, his voice low and husky. With a swift thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching me wide around his thick cock. He groaned at the feeling while my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

He began to move, his hips slapping against mine in a rough rhythm. The couch creaked beneath me, the sound mixing with the wet, obscene noises of our bodies joining. "Fuck, you're so tight,"

"You feel incredible," he gasped, his pace quickening. His fingers dug into my hips, leaving bruises in their wake. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name."

We are actually doing it right here. Behind my oblivious, sleeping father-a man of God. What if he woke up to see his beloved only daughter spread beneath her professor and taking him like some shameless eager slut. What would he think of me?

Every rough thrust drove his hips harder against me, his balls slapping my skin in a rhythm that felt deliciously sinful. The forbidden thrill of it-the danger, the secrecy-made every erotic moment more intoxicating.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a brutal kiss as he continued to pound into me. His tongue dominated my mouth, swallowing my moans and cries of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my inner walls tightening around his cock.

"Come for me," he ordered, breaking the kiss to whisper harshly in my ear. "I want to feel you come apart on my cock. Now."

With a final, brutal thrust, he sent me tumbling over the edge. I cried out, my back arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He followed me shortly after, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of me, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

He stayed inside me, his softening cock still buried deep in my pussy. He nuzzled into my neck, pressing soft kisses to my skin. "You did so well, sweetheart,"