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It’s only a few feet, but once I feel my panties brushing against my slick valley, my clit about to burst, I almost fall forward in a faint.
A sound escapes me. A primal noise that carries in it my need for him, my closeness to climax already as well as my body signaling its time is up.
The wait is over.
Sheree the college graduate about to become what feels like Sheree the woman of the year with the man of the century.
With one firm hand, Michael grabs a hold of me. Catching me as I stumble forward while he keeps a firm grip on his arousal.
His huge arm hooks around my waist and without thinking I reach for him with both hands, instantly gripping his manhood while he still has one of his wrapped around himself, and there’s still room for more.
I feel my head shaking.
Not because I don’t want this, but because I can’t believe it’s actually happening.
As soon as I feel the smooth stiffness of his swollen head against my palm I instinctively start to pump his huge organ and forget everything.
Forget everything I told myself just now, about Zoe. About how any of this could possibly be wrong.
It feels so right.
This is the man I want, and it’s pretty clear he wants this much from me at least if not more.
His grip on me is as hard as the one on himself, and once I feel his even stronger foot pushing my feet wider apart I can’t help but moan.
The feeling of my legs being pushed apart. His huge thigh pressing between mine until he releases his grip on himself, pressing his whole hand over my sex in one movement.
I feel my legs giving way, all my weight supported by him and his giant hands.
My drenched pussy is already rippling and quivering under his touch. My breasts rub against the fabric of my bra, hungry to be free of it. Naked against him.
He growls like a beast, making my eyes go wide for a moment with another electric charge from his hand as thick fingers find my boiling slit through my leggings.
My vision blurs, my eyes rolling in my head, and I wonder if this is the same mild mannered professor who never even looked twice at me in four years?
“This,” he groans firmly, gipping my sex in his hand, drawing another long moan from my lips. “This belongs to me now. Mine,” he affirms and I nod feverishly, not even bothering to try to speak.
He can have it, all of me.
Right now I’ll do whatever he wants.
My peck on his cheek last night suddenly feels like nothing compared to the passion he’s been holding back.
Can I meet it halfway let alone match it?
I mean, apart from his physical height, the man is a fucking monster in the cock department.
Next to him, I’m tiny.
Gripped like this in his arms, his massive organ riding up my stomach between my breasts.
I feel like a toy compared to him.
“Tell me you want this,” he groans, moving my hands over his sleek, pulsing head again. The stream of his free flowing juices feel hot in my hand as I nod vigorously.
“I… Professor…” I gasp, noticing I’m almost hyperventilating.
He growls again, bringing his finger to my lips so I can taste him.
“Michael,” he reminds me. “The Professor is done teaching, but I’m going to give you a different kind of lesson,” he croons in my ear, bending low enough to kiss me full on the lips.
The taste of his mouth exploding on mine with the taste of his essence mixing with it.
My leg lifts up as if my body knows just what to do next, his huge hand covering my rear end pulls me close.
The throbbing of his cock pounding against my ribs on the outside while my heart pounds like a steam engine on the inside.
In a single movement, he lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, marches to his desk in two long strides, and takes a seat after he plops me on the desktop.
He slides my coat off, letting it fall to the ground and I feel the chill of the room instantly, fighting the heat coming off his body.
He presses my legs together only long enough to pull down my leggings, far enough to expose my already quivering pussy which draws another growl of satisfaction from him.
I spread myself as wide as I can, only wanting more of him on me. Forgetting all about any hang-ups or shyness I convinced myself would make any man run a mile when they saw me naked, let alone Professor Grayson, Michael, himself.
“Perfect,” he groans, savoring the sight of me half naked as I lean back on one elbow, gripping his thick hair with one hand while helping him pull up my sweater with the other.
