All Chapters of In My Professor's Arms : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The private cinema reeks of raw sex. Sweat, lube, and the sharp tang of my own arousal hang heavy in the air. My entire body trembles on the razor edge of insanity. Leo has spent the last hour teasing me without mercy. He left me dangling, desperate, my nerves frayed to threads. The massive screen blazes with light. A bound woman writhes on it, fucked into oblivion. Her recorded screams match the ragged gasps ripping from my throat. The vibrating cock ring still hums faintly against my swollen clit. It buzzes from the ghost of his last thrust inside me.My wrists throb. The silk ties bit deep into my skin. My ass and pussy pulse with a deep, aching need. The thick dildo stretches my rear. Leo’s relentless pounding still echoes in my bones. He towers over me now. His gray-streaked hair falls wild across his forehead. His cock stands slick and angry. Veins bulge along its length. Precum beads at the tip and drips in a hot line onto my thigh. He leans close. His brea

(Lily's POV)The darkness of the cinema still clings to my skin when I finally stir. The air hangs heavy with the raw stench of cum, lube, and sweat from the wild night. My body is a trembling wreck of pleasure and pain. Sweat-soaked skin sticks to the leather seat. My juices mix with the loads from before. The blanket tangles around my legs. I feel the raw ache deep in my pussy and ass from the relentless fucking. Sticky residue coats my face. My throat burns from screaming. I smirk anyway. My pussy throbs again with every filthy memory. I shift on the seat. The leather creaks beneath me. I slide out slowly. My legs shake like jelly. The cold floor shocks my bare feet as I leave the scene behind.I stumble toward the kitchen. The tiles feel icy beneath my soles. My nipples harden into tight peaks the moment the chill hits my naked skin. The coffee maker sputters to life. Rich aroma floods the penthouse. I pour a steaming mug. The heat sears my tongue as I sip. The

The hotel suite still rings with the echo of my last scream. The air is heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. The velvet couch clings to my damp skin. Victor keeps me pinned beneath him. My legs tremble over his shoulders. His thick cock stays buried deep inside my pussy. Out the panoramic window, the city lights blur into nothing. Only the raw heat of his gaze matters. His dark hair drips with sweat. His chest heaves as he looms above me. My wrists ache from the strain of being freed from the tie. My ass still tingles from his finger. My cunt pulses around his shaft. The stretch is a delicious torment that keeps me right on the edge. His breath rasps hot against my neck. His lips brush the sensitive skin there. I feel the full weight of his desire. The promise of more hangs thick between us. He pulls back just enough for his cock to slide out. The swollen head teases my entrance. The wet tip taps against my swollen lips. I squirm beneath him. A whi

The hotel suite throbbed with the heat of our tangled bodies. The air hung thick with the scent of sweat, lube, and raw sex. Victor held my legs high over his shoulders. His cock stayed buried deep inside my pussy. Each slow, deliberate thrust tapped directly against my g-spot. Outside, the panoramic city lights blurred into a distant haze. They vanished beneath the intensity of his stare. His dark hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. His chest glistened under the dim glow. He loomed above me, powerful and unrelenting. My skin burned with every ragged breath I took. His fingers stretched my ass wide. My cunt clenched hard around his thick shaft. The pleasure felt torturous. It kept me teetering on the edge of release. His last words echoed in my head. “You’re my filthy whore.” My own desperate moan answered him. “Yes, own me.” That raw confession bound us even tighter. He pulled back just enough. His cock slid out until only the swollen head

The morning light sneaks through the curtains in gentle waves. It spills across the bed and tugs me out of a restless sleep. My body still feels tender from last night’s marathon with Victor in the hotel. The sheets stick to my skin. They are damp with sweat and carry the faint musk of sex. I stretch slowly.A sharp ache pulses between my legs and in my ass. It serves as a raw reminder that his cock claimed every inch of me. I roll over. The mattress creaks under my weight. Victor has already risen. His silhouette moves in the kitchen. The distant clatter of pots echoes softly. My heart races with anticipation. The Aurora Press event looms large in my mind. I slide out of bed. The cool floor shocks my bare feet. I grab a robe from the chair. The fabric feels soft yet rough against my sensitive skin.I shuffle toward the kitchen. The rich aroma of brewing coffee fills the air. It smells bold and inviting. I pour myself a mug. The ceramic burns my palms as I grip it