Free My Werewolf Professor by Marian Tee Page B

come.
    “Professor, I’m…”
    As if he knew what she was about to say, the professor released his cock and, holding on to her hips, he started grinding himself against her.
    Pleasure started to spiral out of control inside her body. “Oh God, Professor…” She tried to grind herself harder against him, but it wasn’t enough. “Professor, please.” She desperately tried to get his cock to slide inside her, but the professor wouldn’t let allow it.
    “No, Kassia.” His voice was harsh as he sought to stay in control.
    She gazed at him pleadingly. “But I want you inside me, Professor. Please .”  
    Her words nearly got to him.
    It would have gotten to him if not for a sudden thought crossing his mind – the memory of Domenico’s challenge.
    If he fucked Kassia now, wouldn’t it feel like he was on his way to using her?
    It might have been the reason he had given himself earlier but now, seeing the way Kassia surrendered herself to him so completely, without holding anything back, Alessandro knew his conscience wouldn’t let him get away with it.
    Did he want to fuck Kassia because he wanted her? Or did he want to fuck Kassia because she could also conveniently be the thirty-day lay Domenico asked of him?
    He wasn’t sure at all, and as long as he didn’t know the answer to it, Alessandro knew he wouldn’t allow himself to take Kassia’s virginity.
    It took extraordinary effort for Alessandro to pull away. Her cry of protest nearly had him undone, but he fought against the need to fuck her, not looking at her face as he switched their positions.
    Kassia suddenly found herself seated on the boulder while Alessandro slid down to his feet and stood between her legs.  
    “Alessandro?” The professor’s name slipped out of her in Kassia’s confusion.
    Shuddering at the sound of his name on her lips, Alessandro lifted his gaze to his. “Keep saying it, sweetheart.” Without taking his eyes off her, he pushed her legs wide open. “I want you to scream my name while I make you come.”
    And then his head lowered, disappearing between her legs.
    His mouth settled on her sex, moving up and down her folds before his tongue thrust in.
    And then he was fucking her with his tongue.
    She screamed his name.  
    Over and over, she screamed, giving him what he wanted because the professor was also giving her what she wanted. Trembling in his hold, she came hard against his mouth, and still she couldn’t stop screaming his name. Her head fell back, her eyes drifted close, and water from the falls cascaded down her body, its silky feel adding to the waves of pleasure that racked her.
    Oh God, the professor was so good…
    As the last waves of pleasure died down, Kassia expected the professor to reach for the towels so they could leave the pool. Instead, she opened her eyes to find the professor gazing at her with undisguised heat.
    Her own eyes widened. “P-professor?” Surely it wasn’t humanly possible for him to still want her?
    She looked down to ascertain the truth, and she gulped when she saw the professor’s long, hard cock jutting out of the waist-deep water.
    Holy. Crap.
    Kassia didn’t even realize she had whispered the words out loud until the professor chuckled.
    Her head jerked up.
    He was smirking. “I think you need a review on what you’ve learned about Humanities, don’t you think?”
    “Umm, I...”
    The professor didn’t let her continue, his mouth covering hers as he whispered, “I’m going to make you come again, little chick.”
    No. Yes. No. Yes. No.
    She couldn’t quite make up her mind and in time, she didn’t have to, the professor making it up for her as his mouth moved down and clamped around her nipple.  
    And so it started all over again.

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    When Kassia woke up, it was late in the morning, and she was alone in the bed. Memories of last night were hazy except for the parts where she and the professor did… things. After that, though – did the professor carry her