Her Redemption

12. What is this?

Warning: sexual content

"Oh god Drake!" I moan as he continues his impeccable thrusts inside me. I'm leaning against a desk, my hands propped, my back arched. He has his one arm wrapped around my neck and one arm around my body holding me from falling as he vigorously pounds into me at a velocity I can't comprehend.

"Take it love!" He slaps my breast and bites my ear. "I want to feel you milk my cock for all that I have."

My stomach tightens of a feeling I know all too well.

"Now be a good girl and shut your mouth before we get caught." He shoves his fingers in my mouth.

I feel drool slide down my chin as I suck on his fingers as if it was his cock.

I moan and whimper holding onto my orgasm. I don't want to finish just yet.

He's the sexy professor and I'm the naughty student

I thought it'd be awkward and not good this time in front of other people. But boy was I wrong. We've been fucking strategically for two hours straight and he's made me come 5 times already. Not including the orgasm he gave me before we started shooting.

After fucking last night, we haven't been able to stop. He fucked me to sleep and he woke me up fucking me too.

While he drove us to the studio, I sucked his cock dry.

Then when we arrived at the studio, he slipped into my dressing room and ate me out from behind while I got ready.

We've been insatiable ever since.

It's like my body doesn't want to stop. My heart tells me one thing but my mind keeps telling me something completely different.

"Ready for the cum shot Drake." Melissa shouts.

He brings one hand down and plays with my clit and I come instantly clenching tightly around him. This orgasm is prolonged and feels like my body is on fire.

Drake pulls out and comes on my back and ass groaning.

He kisses my shoulder breathing heavily against my back and twirling his thumbs on my hips.

"And cut!" Mark shouts.

"That was great you guys!" He says getting up and passing us wipes to wipe ourselves down.

Drake helps me up from the desk and kisses me swiftly on the lips not caring that we're not rolling anymore.

Besides the fucking, he's been so sweet. Any chance he gets, he doesn't miss a beat on holding me and kissing me. We can talk for hours and cuddle without getting annoyed of each other. It's one of those things that makes me think how we stayed apart all these years.

If it's so good now, will it always be like this?

Am I ready for this kind of situation?

Am I ready for whatever this is?

...

"Mmm soo good." I moan as the taste of the margarita pizza hits my tongue.