The Billionaire Professor (2015)
He lifted me and set me on top of his desk as if I were as light as a feather. He sat in his chair and pushed my legs to either side. I thought I would come right at that moment. Then I thought if I did what would I be missing. His hand exploring my clitoris, his tongue prodding my mouth, hitting every sexual sensory in there. Who even knew there were sexual sensors there?
In a few moments, his fingers fondled my clit, starting with my pubic hair then my lips and finally he pushed them inside, making sure he pressed all sides. I squirmed with sexual delight and this only encouraged him more. Just at the moment I thought I couldn’t take any more, he took his finger out of my vagina and began caressing my breasts. Gently at first. Then a bit harder.
I reached for his penis. I rubbed it. I caressed it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to tell him without using words that I desperately needed him to get as close to me as he could. He complied. Did I actually hear him whimper?
“It’s time,” he whispered hoarsely, “are you ready, Jazmin?”
It was the first time he used my name, he even knew my name and I thought that in addition to every part of my body prickly with excitement, my heart would melt. My name sounded so beautiful when he said it.
I guided my penis into her, with full knowledge I couldn’t stay there long. We came at the same time, groaned together almost in harmony and I completely fell limp. Some events you build and embellish in your memory so that when you finally repeat them, you’re disappointed.
Not so with Jazmin. This was even better than I remembered, more powerful than I ever thought possible. I took a deep breath and fell onto her. If I hurt her flopping onto those delicious curves she never let me know. She welcomed me, in fact, playing tenderly with my chest hairs. She made me feel as if I were the only man in the universe and I could do anything and everything.
The knock on the door startled both of us.