On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

Too Hot To Resist

Chapter Four

Thalina

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could respond, he dropped to his knees, setting my legs on his shoulders, his eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that made my heart race violently. A hunger I had never seen on anyone’s face—a hunger that made me quiver with longing, sending heat rushing through my core.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide and resting them on his shoulders. God! He was so perfect.

He was a professor, and this could put us in difficult situations afterward. I could be ruined if anyone found out that I did this on my first day here. But f**k that! I didn’t care. I wanted him more than I cared about the consequences.

He buried his head between my legs, the heat of his mouth sending waves of electricity through me.

I quivered, more wetness dripping down my thighs, and he chuckled. "Already so wet for me," he growled against my skin, the vibration of his voice causing my back to arch, pressing harder against his mouth.

His tongue grazed over my swollen folds with deliberate slowness, teasing and tasting me like I was his favorite meal. A low groan escaped his throat as he flicked his tongue against me, savoring every second as if I were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

Oh! That look of admiration on his face, one I'd never seen before. The delightful sensations I’d never felt before—everything pushed more slick juices down my p***y, and he licked it all up.

His tongue grazed over my folds again, but slower this time, savoring every stroke, making me feel every single sensation, causing my toes to curl. "Tastes so… good," he groaned, the hunger in his voice unmistakable, as if I were his drug and he needed more to get his fill.

The only thing that had gone down there was my finger, nothing else. But now, his tongue was doing wonders, giving me feelings I had never felt before.

I gasped, my hips bucking toward him involuntarily, craving more of him—more of his touch, his mouth, and his c**k!

He sucked in my p***y lips, and I thrashed back on the table, my legs shaking violently.

His hands tightened around my thighs, holding me in place, asserting his control as he worked me over with his mouth. Every flick of his tongue, every subtle, gentle movement, was calculated and perfect, sending pleasure spiraling through me in waves.

I had never felt this way in my entire existence. I could feel myself floating—above everything, above my worries, above Fenris’ betrayal—and I wanted to stay there forever.

"You taste even better than I imagined… ugh," he growled against my skin, his breath hot and ragged, sending prickles of pleasure through my body. Goosebumps sprouted all over my skin like hot sparks. "Now, stay still… or I’ll make you regret it."

The command in his voice made me tremble, tension coiling tighter in my body with every passing second. I bit my lip, trying to contain the moans threatening to escape, but it was impossible. Every touch, every lick, every stroke was pushing me closer to the edge. I couldn’t pull it back.

"f**k," I whimpered as his lips closed around my swollen clit, sucking with a heat that made my hips buck against his face. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, more wetness dripping down, but his hands kept me wide open, at his mercy.

He continued his relentless assault, his tongue flicking faster, delving deeper, thrusting harder, as his hands slid up my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to his mouth, the heat becoming unbearable.

I could feel the pressure building inside me, the pleasure becoming too much to hold back. My legs continued to shake, my breath coming in quick, hot gasps as I teetered on the edge of release. I was going to c*m. For the first time in my entire existence.

Fuck! This was the much-talked-about leg-shaking sensation. I could feel it… every bit of it.

"That's it, baby girl," he murmured between strokes. He looked up at me briefly, his grey beard covered with my juices, then buried his face between my legs again. "c*m for me. I want to taste every bit of you."

His words were all I needed to let go. My body exploded in a wave of pleasure that rocked through me. My hips bucked, my back arched as the orgasm crashed over me, and all I could do was cry out.

He didn’t stop, nor did he slow down. His tongue coaxed every last shudder from my body as I collapsed against him, spent and breathless.

I had never felt this way before… this was the best feeling I’d ever had, and if I had thought tasting this man and having him pleasure me just once was enough… well, that thought flew right out the window.

I wanted to keep this up, to keep having him pleasure me. And f**k me. He was too beautiful, too hot to resist.

Finally, when he was satisfied, he pulled away, his lips and face glistening with my c*m, his eyes full of smug satisfaction. He swiped his hand along my length as though he was cleaning the remnants of his meal off a plate, and took it to his mouth.

"Ugh… That," he said, standing to his full height and wiping his mouth and face with the back of his hand, "is just the beginning." He towered over me, pulling me up by my waist and moving swiftly to the wall, pressing me against it, his hands roaming possessively over my body as if he owned every inch of me.

I wished he did. I wanted him to own me, to possess and claim me as his.

"Now," he growled into my ear, his voice thick with desire, "let’s see how much more you can take. I bet your tight p***y can’t handle my c**k. Or can it?" He pressed my head to the wall. "Legs apart, and hands to your toes!"

His orders sent my legs pulling apart, and my hands down to my toes, my legs shaking as the cold air hit my sore p***y.

My body shuddered when I felt his hand grazing over my folds, then the tip of his c**k teasing my entrance.

"I’m about to f**k the living hell out of your tight p***y, and there are rules..." His hand slid from my neck to the front and gripped my boobs, squeezing them harshly. "You’re not allowed to c*m until I tell you to. Understand?"

I nodded, then remembered his rule about speaking. "Yes… Daddy," I quivered.

"I will…" He was cut off by the loud sound blaring from the speaker in the office. "f**k! Not now." He grumbled, his eyes furrowed in dissatisfaction. He pulled back from me and rushed to pick up his pants. "I have to leave." He casually buckled his pants and picked a card from his table. "I can’t let you go without f*****g you." He seized my neck, pinning me to the wall. "This is my card..." He slipped it between my lips. "It has my number and address. I want you there by the weekend." A soft smile curled up his lips before he turned away. It was the first time I’d seen him smile in the short time I’d spent with him, and God! He was so damn beautiful. His smile was the best I had ever seen.

He stopped and turned back. "Don’t come if you can’t follow orders, or if you’re not ready to be f****d all day." He walked away, leaving me all alone in the office, naked and shuddering, craving more than what I’d gotten.

But the card he gave me, and his words, pulled me together. I was going to find his house and give in to him. It looked like my stay at this school was going to be more exciting than I’d thought. It would be a tough ride, given that I’d been sent on a mission to kill the most powerful and ruthless alpha king, but this hot professor I’d just met would definitely spice it up.

I slid back into my clothes and made my way to the hallway. I still had to sign what the man at the gate had asked me to sign, which meant I’d be coming back to his office. I would see his handsome face again... and maybe his c**k. I couldn’t wait.

I checked through the lecture rooms and finally found the one for my level. I knocked on the door and pushed it open gently, only to freeze when I saw the same professor on the stage. As handsome and stunning as before.