Disobedience

Chapter 10: Pregnancy Conversation

Elijah

I glanced at my bedside clock here in my dorm room as I lay on a twin sized bed. It's just twenty minutes past five a.m. I am not usually up this early and I should be dead asleep since I had a few shots last night. However, I can't seem to bring myself to sleep after she dropped me off here in my dorm building.

I couldn't sleep a wink just thinking about our encounter on my frat house's back porch. I couldn't get Kimberly Jane off of my head.

She was supposed to be my toy. I am supposed to be affecting her, not the other way around.

But here I am, up and thinking about my highly skilled, intelligent and a very, very hot professor. I used to believe that a person can't have it all but she is clearly the anomaly, she has a Victoria Secret model body and a brain that belongs to Mensa.

I have always known her as a smart and very by-the-book woman. Someone who has never broken the rules. Every step she takes is calculated. I always think that she was this type of woman who crossed all her t's and dots all her i's. Someone who never has a vice, so what she did last night completely caught me off guard.

I was expecting her to cough and even grimace when she hit the cigarette, but she didn't. She was a pro and she knew what she was doing, which tells me that it wasn't her first time.

It was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

Fúck, did it make me harder than a goddåmn rock. My cóck was jealous of that dåmn cigarette because it got to feel her red lips.

My hand snaked down to pull my boxers down. My cóck sprang out and it hit against my abs, the bulbous tip that reached past my belly button was glistening with precome.

I cussed again and cage back the monster. I am not gonna touch myself. I want every drop of my cóme inside Kimberly Jane.

I sighed and put my arm behind my head and tried to think of other things other than Kimberly's pússy and that sexy body.

Her aura was different last night, it was a different Kimberly. Which makes me think that I have it all wrong. Kimberly Jane is not just the good girl that I think she is. I know she's hiding more stuff that I am craving to know.

I know something was wrong last night. I don't know what it was but I can see it in her eyes. Something happened before she came to see me and I want to know what it was.

I have this need to know everything about her and have her scream my name in pleasure at the same time.

I want her all to myself.

I sent her the pictures last night, so she'll come and get me, because I don't want her coming home to her stupid boyfriend. The idea that she eats dinner with him, touches him, and shares a bed with him drives me insane.

I'm not gonna let that happen any longer.

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Kimberly Jane

"Nacho, that is not funny."

He covered his mouth as he walked with me here at the campus. We both just came from his gym, where I decided to take a shower and get ready for work, since I brought my work clothes and bag anyway. My tanned red bottom heels that were clicking on the pavement contrasted the rubber shoes that Nacho was wearing since he is still in his sport's attire that consisted of a t-shirt and jersey shorts. Meanwhile I am now dressed in a royal blue long pencil skirt that reached my knees which I paired with white sleeveless blouse. A gold thick string with a diamond pendant decorated my neck, which I paired with my twin Cartier golden bracelets around my wrists.