Hot Night With My Professor

Chapter 45

"We're not stopping, baby."

"Hmmm..." He bit my lip, announcing his way into my mouth. He aggressively kissed me while still giving me pleasure on my front bottom. I'm out of breath. He tasted me enthusiastically, like he didn't know what to stop. How he pleasures me feels like there's no tomorrow. His tongue is fighting against mine, but I can't seem to fight back. I'm so deluded by everything he does to me.

"Ismael..." I mouthed his name when he pecked my lips. He turned me back to him.

"Shush, don't talk. I'll please you, just like you need." I felt his masculinity behind me. He lifted my right leg so he could access my inner part, and when his thing penetrated, my request was fulfilled. I feel his longing inside me. His thing is throbbing while he keeps on pouncing my walls. "...so you can forgive me completely."

His left hand is on my mounds, playing with them, while his other hand is still holding my leg so he can push through to my cave. This is fucking insane! We've never tried this position before; that's why it strikes me inside in a different location.

"God, Ismael! I can't no more!" I screamed as I felt my juices dripping down. I also heard his every thrust inside me. I just bowed to the taste and was in awe, especially when he bit my ear. How can he do this simultaneously?

I just held his hand that was playing with my chest. I closed my eyes while he rode. I can't resist anymore. I'm coming out again, for Pete's sake!

"Ismael!" I was about to speak to give him a signal of my near arrival in heaven when he turned my head towards him to kiss. Both of our thighs stiffened as our combined juices flowed inside me.

Our eyes met when he let go of my lips. "You can stop now, Ismael. Please, I can't handle it anymore. I forgive you now," I said in a weak voice, while tempting to catch my breath. I was the one who initiated this, but look who's about to back down.

"Not yet, my love; I have not yet forgiven myself."

He devoured me again and then laid me down. He spread my legs as he smirked. He took off his pants, even the clothes he had just changed into. He lifted the lower part of my body while his two hands were stuck behind my knees, trying to gauge if it would be comfortable for me.

He held his shaft and tapped it on my private wetness, like he was announcing his entrance. Without a second, he entered me again. I arched my back in pleasure.

"Shit! Uggh!" I heard him growl when his manhood fully entered my hole. Even I can't believe I can take his fucking length and size. This position is way more accessible to us than what we did before. It goes straight to my depths.

He was on his knees while riding. And his hands are roaming around my stomach and breasts, like he's massaging them. I was biting my finger, watching him work on me.

He grabbed both of my hands and placed them on my head before coming over to continue plowing into me. His method of pleasing me is way too unfathomable. He takes me to another universe. It's crazy. His hands also go to my neck, like he doesn't know where to put his hand. I took his left hand and bit his fingers, sucking them like it was his dick.

"Ahhh..." I play with his finger with my tongue, trying to send him a message that later on, it's not just his finger that can reach my mouth.

I held his arm as I rolled my eyes in pleasure. I am near. I can feel the tension finally building up inside after a series of thrusts from him.

"Ismael, deeper. I want you to go deeper. Break me! Ahhh! Oh, please!"

I was surprised when he kneeled down, which also caused my body to rise too much. Fuck. This position is so weird, but so erotic. His hands are wrapped around my thighs while he is still fucking me. Fuck. I don't think I'll ever get to heaven.