On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

The Rectification 2

Chapter Thirteen

Thalina

His hands dropped to my waist, and in one quick motion, he pulled my skirt down along with my wet panties. “Step out.” He ordered, and I slowly step out of it.

The way he looked at me with so much admiration, so much longing, ignited a flood of heat between my thighs.

He lifted me up by my waist effortlessly, as though I weighed nothing as he deposited me on the bed.

“Don’t move!” He ordered and it was as though his words froze me up in the same position. I didn’t move.

A smirk danced at the corner of his lips as he stepped back. I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt gently, each move sending cold shiver down my spine, one which ran down to push more wetness down my core.

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the plush couch that was in the room. Then, he went on to his pants, dropping it to his legs and stepping out of it, leaving him with just his shorts that showed the perfect outline of his enormous c**k.

My breath hitched in my throat, I could feel every single tiny hair on my wet core standing at attention, every part of my body responding instinctively to the sight of him.

His hands hovered around the waistband of his shorts for a few seconds, as if he was hesitating, considering what was about to happen. Then, with one swift motion, he yanked them down, letting the shorts fall to his legs.

A sudden chill swept over me, and I froze on the spot. The sight of it… the sight of his beautiful, throbbing c**k that makes me drool and sends tickles through my p***y every goddamn time… God! I wanted him so bad.

But then, the realization that it was too big and might hurt me sent another wave of shivers through my body, this time from fear. How could that even fit inside me? What if he hurts me?

I watched as he walked to the table and grabbed a pack of condom from the drawer. He picked one and tore it open, fisting his c**k gently before slapping the condom down his length.

He climbed on the bed, mounting me. “Don’t be scared, little girl,” he murmured, his voice unexpectedly gentle as his hand cupped my cheek. It was as though he heard my thoughts. “I’ll go easy. I won’t hurt you.”

That was what I needed to hear.

I nodded, biting my lip as a mixture of nerves and anticipation swirled inside me. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Before I take you, little girl, you should know… it’s going to hurt for a moment. But after that, it’ll be all good. I promise.” He pulled back and smiled.

I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the raw desire pouring over me from him.

Then, without another word, he positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his c**k pressing lightly against me. All my senses became super active as I braced myself to feel him. He watched me carefully as he pushed forward, slowly stretching me wide.

The initial pain ripped through me, a sharp gasp leaving my lips as I cried out, clutching at his shoulders. “f**k!” My legs shook, my whole body trembling.

He groaned softly, holding himself still as I adjusted, his hands stroking my thighs to soothe me. It worked, the pain slowly diminishing into pleasure.

“Just breathe,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “The worst part is over.”

He moved again, this time slower, easing into me inch by inch, giving my body time to adjust to this enormous foreign body entering me.

The pain finally dulled, replaced by an aching fullness that spread through me as he filled me completely. I couldn’t believe it! I’d have argued minutes ago if anyone had said I’d be able to take his whole length, but I did.

I exhaled loudly, trembling as I clung to him.

“How does that feel?” he asked, his voice tight with control, his restraint evident. He wanted to dominate me, and I was so much in for that.

“Good,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I looked up at him, feeling the tension ease from my body, bit by bit. “So good.”

A slow smile curved his lips, and with that, the patience vanished into thin air.

He pulled back slightly, then shoved into me in a hard and deep thrust that sent my head rolling to the back. “God!” I cried out, and a low chuckled escaped his lips.

He did it again, picking up the pace, and my body melted into his rhythm. f*****g hell! This was perfect, so f*****g perfect.

He groaned with every thrust, pushing deeper, harder, just like he had said minutes ago. His hips snapped into mine, each thrust driving me further into oblivion. His fingers dug into my hips, gripping me tightly as he claimed me with the intensity I had never known before, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room.

I gasped and moaned, lost in the mix of pain and pleasure. Each stroke felt like it was tearing me apart, only to piece me back together again. He didn’t hold back, didn’t ease up, his need and hunger evident in every thrust he made into me, just as he said—hard, rough, and fast.

I could feel every inch of him, every strain of his c**k inside me.

I could barely keep up, my body trembling beneath him as he drove deeper into me, his c**k hitting deep, reaching places I didn’t know could feel this good. His hand slid up my body, gripping my throat lightly, and I moaned at the new sensation by , my head falling back as I surrendered completely to him.

“You’re mine now,” he growled into my ear, as he pounded into me, each thrust more powerful than the last.