The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Jenny’s POV

The words weren’t even iut of his mouth completely before I began clenching around him, my legs shaking and my back slightly arched for him. My vision exploded in stars as pleasure – pure, intense pleasure – washed over me. Hard.

“Jacob,” I moaned, my chest rising and falling heavily.

“On your knees,” he commanded, stepping away from me so I slid to the floor. It was hard for me to balance, considering the hard orgasm he had just given me.

I blinked, my eyes feeling heavy and my pussy clenching. All I really wanted was for him to be inside of me. That was the only thing I could think of at the moment. I got on my knees without argument, watching as he removed his boxers and his cock sprang up, standing proud in front of me.

“Like what you see?” He asked in a gruffy voice.

I blinked rapidly, and then gulped before taking him in my mouth, his cock spreading my mouth as wide as it can. I gagged as he ran his fingers through my hair and pulled, taking control and fucking my mouth as hard as he can go.

“Hmm,” I moaned, my eyes watering as I placed both my palms on his thighs for support. He had this look on his face, like he was enjoying this very much. That was the look I’d do anything to see on him. That look weakened my knees, broke down my defenses. It made me think of ways to pleasure him at all costs.

A tear slid down my eyes as his cock hit the back of my throat, my nails digging into his thighs as he released in my mouth, shooting long streams of cum in my mouth.

“Good girl,” he murmured as I swallowed it all, looking down at me while he ran his fingers through my hair affectionately.

I blinked up at him, slowly getting to my feet. “Come here,” he murmured, taking my hand in his and leading us up to my room. My walking was awkward due to the wetness between my legs and the fact that I was aching for him. Badly. I needed him inside of me at the moment.

“Arch for me, babh girl,” he murmured into my ear as we got into my room. I nodded, climbing the bed and resting on my knees and my elbows. I pushed my hair away from my face as I waited for him, my core clenching and unclenching.

“Good girl,” he murmured once again and a shiver ran through my spine. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, rubbing up and down my pussy before he pushed into me with one sharp thrust.

A loud cry escaped my lips as my eyes shut tightly. Gods. Even after all these months, it still took me a while to adjust to him.

He went still, as if giving me time to adjust while he rubbed my back up and down. “Relax,” he murmured. I clenched around him in reply and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. He began moving in and out slowly, his palms gripping my waist tightly.

My fingers were digging into the bedsheet, my eyes fluttering open and close as a light moan escaped my lips. “Fuck, you feel so good, do you know that?” He murmured as he picked up pace, pounding hard inside of me.

My body trembled against him as an orgasm rippled through me once again. And another one blending into it, without giving me time to recover from the first.

I fell on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly and clenching hard around him while I breathed hard. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured, falling against me and pinning my wait down on the bed.

I cried softly, gripping the sheets hard as he continued to hit my spot with force. I could feel another orgasm building up.

“And your mine,” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded my head rapidly just as he placed a palm near my head, hoisting himself up a bit. I intertwined my fingers with his. “Yes, I am,” I answered him.

He thrust into me very hard. “Say that again,” he murmured, enunciating every word with a thrust. “Say that again.”

“I’m yours,” I cried out, my body shaking as another orgasm washed through me.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as he thrust in hard and spilled inside me with a groan that had me clenching hard around him. “Fuck,” he murmured again, before rolling off me and pulling me to his chest. He kissed my forehead.

“You’re mine,” he murmured as if he was trying to assure himself. To convince himself.

I nodded at him, feeling sleepy. “I’m yours,” I replied. “Just as you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he answered, kissing my forehead once again. I could tell something was bothering him.

“What is it, Jacob?” I asked him, forcing my eyes to stay open.

“Huh?” He asked, raising a brow as if he was confused.

“I know there’s something bothering you,” I replied. “What is it?”

He looked as if he was hesitant to tell me what the matter was, and then he sighed, shaking his head and rubbing his face. “It’s the council,” he replied at last.

I gulped, biting my lip as the sleep vanished from me instantly. The mention of the council always sent chills over me.

“What is it with them?” I asked quietly.

“They’ve been too quiet,” he replied in a murmur. “Just too quiet and that’s unusual. I don’t trust that they’re not planning something.”

“Quiet about what?” I demanded. He sighed again.

“About you,” he answered. I went still.

“You don’t like that they’re quiet about me?” I asked slowly and he shook his head.

“I don’t think you understand me,” he said quietly. “I know those people. They should have said something the moment you were turned, but they’ve been so damn quiet, I don’t trust them. They’re up to no good.”

“Maybe they don’t know?” I whispered but he shook his head.

“Trust me, they do.”