1. Studying for Anatomy 2


    Date: 3/15/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: sillyjenny, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    as our lips dance. He groans wildly. His hand finds their way to my hair and he grabs my hair roughly. "God, Iz. You're so fucking beautiful." His lips smashes mine again and he rips open my blouse, exposing me to him. He pulls away from my lips and stares at me hungrily. He undo my bra and takes it off me, leaving me half dressed. He engulfs my nipple into his hot mouth and he sucks it hard, dragging a moan out of me. He undo my shorts and push it down my legs and then he gets on his knees in front of me. He kisses my stomach, giving me little bites here and there before making his way to my wet and needy pussy. He lifts me up and puts my legs over his shoulders so that it is hanging down his back and my upper body is leaning against the door. He starts to lick my juices and I moan at the contact of his tongue. He licks and he fucks me with his tongue expertly. I hold onto his head desperately, pulling on his hair and beg him to make me cum. He lets out a feral growl and pulls my bottom closer to his mouth. He sucks on my cliterous roughly and I moan louder, feeling my orgasm near. "Oh! Ohhhh! Professor Hunter!" I moan desperately. "Please. Please. Oh god, please!" "Ah!" I scream out when pleasure floods my entire body. I let go of his head, all my energy drained from my body. He slowly sets me down and lays me on the ground. He kisses me passionately and lays beside me. He holds me in his arm, giving me butterfly kisses on my face, his hands exploring and rubbing, while we ...
    lay on the ground of his office. "Iz," he begins. "I want to ask something of you, but you don't have to answer me..." he trails off. "What is it?" I ask. "Is Issack really your boyfriend?" I laugh, and he stares at me questioningly. "No, Issack is just a friend. He was being stupid when you asked." He sighs in relief and kisses me. "Thank god, because I don't know what I would do if he had the chance to touch you every day and I didn't," he says. "God, I can't stand the thought of anyone else touching you, much less thinking that they could." I laugh again and he kisses me. "I'm serious. I like to think that you belong to me." I stare up at the ceiling. "I don't belong to anyone." "Plus. You're my professor. This is wrong." "Wrong or not, I want you all to myself." He kisses me again and rolls on top of me. "Don't you want this?" he asks, taking his thick cock out of his pants. "No," I say, staring at his cock in his hand as he slowly strokes it. "No? Then why can't you take your eyes off of it?" he asks. "I don't want it," I repeat, mesmerized by the slow strokes his hand is doing to his cock. He lowers his waist down and rubs his cock head on my cliterous. He teases my hole and brings it back to my cliterous, rubbing it up and down. "Still don't want it?" he asks, when I shiver in pleasure. "N-no." He continues to rub my cliterous, making me wetter. I try to stifle my moan, but soon I can't any longer. A moan escapes my throat and he smiles in satisfaction. "So you do want ...