Forbidden Cravings [Filthy Erotica Collections]

Professor Shawn (3)

ABBY

The next day arrived.

After managing to make it through the first three classes without drifting off to sleep, I gave in on the fourth one.

And by the time I woke up, I realized that the lecture had long finished and everyone had already left. I can't believe no one tried to wake me up.

Bunch of idiots.

I packed my things and got up, then made my way out of the lecture hall with the intent to get some refreshments at the cafe.

The hallway was empty.

Eerily empty.

Okay, weird.

Without waiting for a split second, I hurried down the hallway, eager to be out of here. But then, suddenly, a hand from nowhere aggressively wrapped around my wrist.

Before I could get the chance to wrap my head around what was happening, let alone scream, the hand forcefully dragged me into one of the rooms in the hallway and slammed me against the wall.

“Ah!” I yelled in pain, stumbling to my knees.

I whipped my head up to the figure towering over me, breathing heavily, darkness in his eyes… Shawn.

“Get up.” He uttered, voice so low, hard and icy that it sent a chill down my spine. “I said, get the f**k up, Abby!”

I flinched. A soft whimper escaped my lips. With trembling feet, I slowly stood up.

“You slutty little b***h!” He growled, eyes wild, piercing into mine. “Do you have the slightest idea what you've done? Huh?”

I stood there, trembling, suddenly terrified as I stared into his eyes. My heart started to thump against my chest. Beads of perspiration had already formed all over my body.

Though I gotta admit, as scary as this situation is or looks, it's so hot! Mmm!

“You r***d me, Abby.” His voice cracked.

“What?” My eyes widened. Not from terror this time, but from the absurdity of what he just said. “r**e? No, I didn't… r**e…”

He slammed his fist against the wall, making me flinch again.

“You r***d me!”

“I-I... I didn't r**e you!” My voice quavered a bit, “You enjoyed it as much as I did. You wanted it as much as I did. You don't get to say I r***d you just because I made the first move.”

“I told you to stop, Abby.” He whispered, “I told you to f*****g stop. Countless f*****g times. But you didn't. You wouldn't.”

“I thought… I thought you were playing hard to get, which... which made it more fun.”

“You're such a spoiled w***e!”

“Oh, spare me the righteous indignation, Shawn.” I argued, “You thrust into me. You f****d me. The euphoric pleasure in your eyes as I clenched around you… is unmistakable. The eyes never lie.”

“Shut up!” He snarled, his voice low but filled with intensity, “I said shut the f**k up!”

I went mute.

He paced around the room restlessly, a hand to the waist, another on his forehead. He looked lost in thought, as though everything he'd managed to build so far was starting to crumble.

That was when I started to wonder if I really did r***d him.

And I got scared.

No, scratch that. I started to panic.

Did I mistake the look in his eyes for pleasure? Was his body in it, and his mind wasn't? Oh, God! I hope not. I really hope not. Because I don't think I could ever forgive myself if my first time turns out to be r**e.

Except I wasn't the rapee, I was the r****t. Oh God.

“I have a wife.” He whispered, almost to himself, raking his hand through his hair, “A wife whom I love and have been faithful to for so, so long now. I also have a kid who looks up to me so much and wants to be like me when he grows up.” He let out a soft, wicked laugh devoid of humor. “But you've destroyed it all. All of it. Because after what you did yesterday… all I could think about… is you!”

“Wha…”

His arm was already around my waist before I could complete my words. He yanked me into his hard chest.

“Sha...”

His firm, tasty lips were pressing hard against mine, kissing me so passionately, deeply, roughly that my lips began to burn.

But hey, I wasn't complaining.

Yeah, I was stunned first, but I got over it and started to kiss him back, matching his energy. Yes! I knew he wanted this. His hands traced down to my rotund butt and gave it a little squeeze. A soft moan tore out from my lips, into his.

Carried away, I ground my boobs against his chest, hands sliding over his neck. Just then, he jerked back his head, stared at me for half a second, then tossed me back to the wall.

I blinked in surprise. What…

“f**k you, Abby!”

He turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving me excited, horny, wet and confused, all at the same fricking time!

What the…

I stood there, befuddled, wondering what the f**k just happened. He kissed me like that and then... just… leave? Seriously? Who does that?

Now I'm all wet and aching for him...

Just in the middle of my wandering, baffled thoughts, the door burst open. He stepped in again, locking the door behind him. Then he crossed the room in one long stride.

"You asked for this!"

Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, he grabbed me and crushed his lips so hard against mine like he was going to devour me.

No warning. No soft start. Just pure hunger.

His tongue shoved into my mouth, claiming every inch. I tried to moan his name… Shawn… but he swallowed the sound, kissing me deeper, rougher. His hands were everywhere… gripping my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite down on my neck. Then back to my mouth like he couldn’t get enough.

I couldn’t breathe right.

OMG! What is… what is happening?

He spun me around fast. My palms slapped the wall again. He kicked my legs wide apart. My skirt was already bunched up from before. He yanked my panties off and tossed them across the room.

His fingers dug into my hips so hard I knew they’d leave marks. Then I felt him… thick, hot, rock-hard… pressing right against my soaked entrance.

He didn't tease

He slammed in.

All the way.

One brutal thrust that stretched me open and knocked the air out of my lungs.

Oh my God!