Forbidden Cravings [Filthy Erotica Collections]

Professor Shawn (6)

ABBY

Shawn laughed low against my mouth, a deep, rumbling sound that made my insides melt.

“Round two,” He murmured, nipping my bottom lip. “But this time… you’re gonna feel every second.”

My wrists were free now, but he didn’t let me move much. He flipped me onto my stomach in one smooth motion. Face down on the soft sheets. Ass up. My heart slammed against my ribs.

I felt him shift behind me. Heard the drawer open again. Something cool and silky brushed my skin… a longer ribbon this time.

“Hands behind your back, baby.”

I obeyed instantly, crossing my wrists at the small of my back. He tied them tight. The blindfold was still off, but he leaned over me, breath hot on my ear.

“Keep your eyes on the pillow,” He purred against my ear, “Don’t look back. Just feel me, Abby.”

I nodded. Buried my face in the pillow. Muffled my own shaky breaths.

His hands spread my cheeks wide. I was still slick from before, his c*m mixed with my wetness, dripping slowly down my thighs. He groaned at the sight.

“Look at you… all messy and full of me. Fuck.”

Then his tongue was there, hot and flat, licking a slow stripe from my c**t up to my entrance, tasting us together. I jolted, moaning loudly into the pillow.

He didn’t linger. Just enough to make me squirm.

I heard him stroke himself, wet sounds, thick and filthy. Then the blunt head of his c**k nudged my p***y again.

He didn’t push in slowly.

He slammed home. Deep and hard. One brutal thrust that buried him balls-deep.

Fuck!

I screamed into the pillow. The stretch was sharper this time, my body was still sensitive and swollen from round one.

He didn’t give me time to breathe. He f****d me like he was trying to break the bed.

So fast. So rough. And so f*****g relentless. And guess what? I f*****g loved it.

Each snap of his hips drove me forward. My tied hands pulled uselessly against the ribbon. My face pressed deeper into the sheets. Every slam punched a gasp out of me.

“f**k… yes… take it,” He growled, smacking my ass. “Take every inch.”

His balls slapped my c**t with every thrust.

One hand gripped my hip, fingers digging in. The other slid up my spine, fisted my hair, then yanked my head back just enough to arch me harder.

The new angle made him hit deeper. Right against that spot that turned my legs to jelly.

I couldn’t speak. I just whimpered, sobbed and begged with broken sounds.

He leaned down, chest to my back, weight pinning me into the bed, mouth at my ear.

“You love this, don’t you?” He murmured softly. “Love being f****d like my dirty little girl.”

“Yes… God… yes…”

His free hand snaked around. Found my c**t. Pinched it. Rolled it. Rubbed fast and rough.

I shattered again. Harder than before.

My p***y clamped down like a vice, pulsing and milking him. My whole body shook. Tears soaked the pillow. I screamed his name until my throat burned.

He f****d me through it. He didn’t slow. Not even for a f*****g second.

“f**k… that’s it… squeeze me… f**k, Abby… you feel soooo good!”

His rhythm turned erratic.

“Gonna come again,” He warned, his voice wrecked. “Gonna flood this p***y. Mark you inside and out.”

“Do it… please… fill me, Shawn… fill me up!”

He slammed in one last time, deep as he could go, and came with a guttural groan.

Hot, thick, endless pulses. I felt every spurt deep inside. So much it pushed out around his c**k, leaking down my thighs, soaking the sheets.

He kept thrusting through it, short, jerky rolls, milking every drop.

I'm in heaven.

When he finally stilled, we were both trembling, sweaty and spent.

He stayed buried inside my wrecked p***y for a long minute, breathing hard against my neck.

Then he gently untied my wrists. Rubbed the faint red lines with his thumbs. Kissed each one.

He pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the emptiness, feeling the warm rush of his c*m leaking from me.

He flipped me onto my back again. Looked down at me, his eyes soft now, glasses back on, hair messy.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he whispered. “All f****d out. All mine.”

I reached up. Pulled him down for a slow, lazy kiss.

“Shawn…”

“Hmm?”

“Round three?”

He chuckled softly. God, he looked so f*****g hot.

“Give me five minutes, baby.”

His hand slid between my legs. Two fingers pushed inside easily, because I was so full of him.

He curled them. Crooked against that spot.

I arched, letting out a pleasure-filled gasp.

“Or maybe less,” He murmured against my lips. “Because you’re still dripping for me.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Then don’t make me wait.”

“Never.” He grinned. “Just let me go to the bathroom real quick, okay?”

I nodded with a kinky smile, then kissed him, “Okay.”

I unwrapped my legs around his waist. He got off the bed, naked, beautiful, hot, his beautiful c**k dangling in the air.

He walked out of the room, leaving me by myself. I stared up at the ceiling, head resting against my hands, still feeling sore and wrecked all over my body.

A giggle escaped my lips. I'm on cloud nine right now.

“Hey,”

His voice made me tilt my head towards the door. He stood there, naked, looking all hot and mesmerizing.

Mmm, I can't wait to have him dominate me again.

“Come on,” I purred, throwing my head backwards, “Don't keep a lady waiting now.”

He laughed softly and started to walk towards me.

Ding dong!

The doorbell rang.

Shawn halted abruptly. He looked startled.

We both paused. Waited.

Maybe we heard wrong.

Ding dong!

“Daddy!” A voice came from the front door, tiny and loud.

“s**t! s**t! s**t!” He cursed under his breath.

In swift movement, he gathered my clothes from the floor and roughly tossed them over to me.

“Put them on! Now!” He ordered hoarsely, hurrying into his own clothes.

I flinched.

“Okay.” I got over my shock and stood up from the bed, then started to get dressed as fast as I could.

“Daddy!” His son's voice came again.

“Babe? Babe, are you home?” A lady's voice asked, presumably his wife.

We both got dressed in the twinkling of an eye. He darted over to the bed, hooked his fingers around my arm and dragged me out of bed.

I obeyed, not showing any hint of resistance. He led me to the back door and opened it. I stepped out, giggling.

“This was hot.” I said with a broad smile, “Let's do this again sometime.”

He returned the smile. “I agree.”

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

“See you on Monday?”

“Wouldn't miss it for the world.”