Lahat ng Kabanata ng In My Professor's Arms : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

(Emily's POV)Sophia twisted out the cork of the bottle, releasing a soft pop."Okay," she announced, the bottle held overhead like a prize, "this is our going to get crazy tonight. Give over your glasses."I smiled, extending my legs beneath the table and pushing my glass toward her. Her apartment was scented with vanilla candles and whatever it was that was baking in the oven, most likely store-bought, coming from Sophia. Her living room was darkly lit, gentle music floating out of a speaker in the corner. It was warm. Simple.The others had already settled. Five of us in total, Sophia, I, and three of her acquaintances I hardly knew. Maya, Erin, and Jules. All casual, all chatterers. People who flowed in and out of talk without ever having to work at it, spreading the warmth of the room.I didn't know if I was ready for this. But I was here, enjoying the atmosphere.And for the time being, it doesn't seem to not be good.Sophia filled the glasses, taking a dramatic sip from the fir

There he was, Victor.He stood like temptation incarnate, every inch of him a tempest waiting to consume me. His gray eyes met mine, dark and hard, full of something raw and ravenous. His shirt was strained across his chest, the top few buttons open, revealing the curve of his collarbone and the line of his tattoo. Roll-up sleeves, revealing powerful forearms, veins bulging beneath the skin of his arms. Hair tousled, as though he'd been pulling it, jaw clenched, stubble heavy and tantalizing.My air was taken from me, warmth engulfing me so rapidly my legs stiffened. I'd not seen him in four days, but it could have been years. And now, looking at him, I felt all I'd held back erupt."Lily," he said to me, his voice low and rasp, his eyes sweeping over me with no reserve, lingering on my chest, waist, thighs as if he saw stripping off each layer.I entered his office, the hallway receding behind me. He shut the door with a click, and the lock in pl

Victor's fingers crept slowly, but his eyes were hungry. He pulled my jeans down over my legs as if unwrapping a package, consuming every inch of exposed flesh with reverence and hunger. I bit my lip as his fingers slid over my calves, my knees, the inside of my thigh, long enough to catch my breath.As soon as he got rid of them once and for all, I stood in only a tiny set of black lace underwear, sopping and sticking to me already like a moan. When he saw them, his eyes became dark. "Shit," he whispered, and slipped a hand hesitantly up my leg. "You're already soaked for me, huh?".He loomed over me, face flushed with heat, eyes black and hungry like he was going to swallow me whole. My breasts rose and fell under him, nipples still wet from his mouth, black lace bra puffed up under them. His palms cupped my belly, thumbs drawing idle circles before sinking lower, until he closed his fingers around the band of my jeans and smiled a little, wildly.Lift your hips, he ordered, voice

I was seated in the lecture hall, pen tapping my notebook, but my mind wasn't here, not in this 10 a.m. literature class, not with Dr. Harmon's monotone droning on about Jane Eyre's desire, not with the scratching of pencils or the hum of students surrounding me.My body buzzed, thighs pressed tight, pussy throbbing, still sore from last night, Victor’s cock stretching me, filling me, his cum dripping down my thighs as I’d stumbled out of his apartment. I glared at the blank page, my pen's ink smearing, my head a haze about Monday's fire, his bed, his hands, the way I had been someone I didn't know, a dirty girl who could ride like that, who screamed his name until my throat was hoarse.It started when he slammed me against his door, mouths colliding, tearing my clothes, his dick hard against my jeans. In his bed, navy sheets freezing under my ass, he'd fucked me stupid, slow to begin with, deep, his cock ripping my pussy, making me gasp, then quicker and merciless, my tits shaking, h

I opened Victor's apartment door, heart racing, the air balmy, filled with the smell of cedar and him, my black dress sticking to me, no bra, no panties, my pussy moist, pulsating with the day's desire, his office still in sight, his cock in my mouth, my pussy wetting under his tongue.His text, "Door's open, bathroom's waiting," had me scorched, thighs moist, nipples hard, every step towards his stairs a beat of desire. The sitting room was dark, couch shadowed, but a light shone from the hallway, his bedroom, bathroom beyond, mist curling, inviting me. I dropped my bag, kicked off my flats, and moved, dress swaying, my skin electric, ready for his cock, his hands, the shower’s cold.Victor stood in the bathroom doorway, shirtless, slacks low, gray eyes burning, raking over my dress, my curves, like he’d fuck me right there.Lily, he snapped, face puffy, striding toward me, hands around my waist, yanking me toward him, cock hard, jutting through the slacks, rubbing my cunt through t