Daddy’s Dirty Secret

PROFESSOR,TOUCH ME MORE! 7

Chapter 7:

Deeper Surrender

Evie’s POV

My cheek rested against Julian’s sweaty chest, heart hammering as I stayed fully seated on his thick c**k. Our mixed c*m leaked slowly around his shaft, coating his balls and the velvet beneath us. Every tiny twitch of his softening length sent aftershocks through my overstimulated walls. I clenched around him deliberately, earning a deep groan that vibrated against my breasts.

“You’re still hungry for it,” he murmured, voice dark with renewed lust. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them as he rocked up once, forcing a whimper from my throat. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near finished claiming this young cunt tonight.”

He lifted me off him with surprising strength. His c**k slid free with a wet pop, and a flood of c*m poured down my thighs. Before I could catch my breath, Julian flipped me onto my hands and knees on the wide chaise. The velvet felt cool against my heated palms and knees. He positioned himself behind me, one large hand pressing between my shoulder blades until my chest lowered, ass raised high.

“Arch your back like that. Present that dripping p***y to your professor.”

I obeyed instantly, spreading my knees wider. The cool studio air kissed my soaked folds and the c*m trickling from my hole. I felt filthy, exposed, and so incredibly turned on. Julian ran his palms over my ass, squeezing the soft flesh before delivering a sharp smack that made me jolt and moan.

“Look at this perfect ass and this messy little cunt. Still clenching, still begging.” He slapped the other cheek harder, the sting blooming into heat. “You’re going to take every brutal inch while I f**k you properly.”

“Yes, Professor,” I gasped, pushing back toward him. “Please. f**k me harder than before.”

He didn’t tease. He lined up his newly hardened c**k and slammed in to the hilt in one powerful thrust. The force drove the air from my lungs in a broken cry. Buried so deep, his heavy balls slapped against my c**t. He gave me no time to adjust just pulled back and started pounding me with long, punishing strokes that made my t**s swing wildly beneath me.

The wet, obscene sound of his thick c**k destroying my p***y filled the studio. Schlick-schlick-schlick. Every thrust sent ripples across my ass and thighs. I could feel him dragging along every sensitive ridge inside me, the fat head battering my cervix on every forward slam.

“f**k Julian! It’s so deep like this!” My voice cracked as he gripped my hips and yanked me back onto his c**k, using my body like a toy.

He reached around and found my swinging breasts, mauling them roughly. His fingers pinched and twisted my n*****s until pain melted into sharp pleasure. “These t**s belong to me now. This cunt belongs to me. Say it while I ruin you.”

“They’re yours…ahh!…my t**s, my p***y, all yours!” I cried out, pushing back to meet every savage thrust. The angle let him hit that perfect spot relentlessly. My arms shook, barely holding me up.

Julian suddenly fisted my hair, pulling my head back firmly but not painfully, arching me further. His other hand slid down to rub fast circles over my swollen c**t. The dual sensation his c**k stretching me open and his fingers tormenting my c**t had me hurtling toward the edge again.

“Come on my c**k, Evie. Squeeze me. I want to feel this tight twenty-year-old p***y milk every drop.”

I shattered. My orgasm crashed through me violently, p***y spasming and gushing around his pistoning shaft. I screamed his name, body convulsing as fresh cream coated his c**k and dripped down my thighs. He didn’t slow. He f****d me straight through it, growling filthy praise against my ear.

“That’s my good girl. Soaking my balls. Such a noisy, greedy little slut for professor cock.”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whimpering. In one smooth motion he flipped me onto my back again, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and folded me in half. The new position made me feel even more vulnerable, my ass lifted off the chaise as he drove back inside. This angle was devastating. His c**k reached impossibly deeper, grinding against my g-spot with every brutal snap of his hips.

My eyes rolled back. “Oh my god…Julian…I can’t…fuck, you’re splitting me!”

“You can and you will,” he snarled, sweat dripping from his brow onto my bouncing t**s. He leaned down, sucking one n****e into his mouth while pounding me mercilessly. The wet sounds were louder now, my p***y farting around his thickness from the sheer force and excess of c*m. He didn’t care. He just f****d me harder, teeth grazing my n****e, tongue flicking furiously.

I came again within minutes, a silent, shaking orgasm that made my toes curl and my vision white out. My walls clamped down so hard I felt every vein and ridge of his c**k. Julian groaned around my breast, the vibration intensifying everything.

He released my n****e with a wet pop and straightened, gripping my thighs as he railed me. “One more. Give me one more while I fill you.”

His thumb found my c**t again, rubbing with perfect pressure while his hips snapped forward in short, deep strokes that kept him buried against my cervix. The intensity was overwhelming.

Pleasure bordered on pain, every nerve singing. I grabbed his forearms, nails digging in as my body tensed.

“Julian…Julian….I’m coming….fuck, I’m coming so hard!”

This orgasm was the strongest yet. It tore through me like lightning, my p***y convulsing violently, squirting slightly around his c**k as I wailed. Julian roared, thrusting deep one final time before he exploded. Thick, hot ropes of c*m jetted straight into my womb, pulse after heavy pulse. He kept grinding through his release, pushing his seed deeper, claiming every inch of me.

We collapsed together, his heavy body pinning me to the chaise, c**k still twitching inside my overflowing p***y. I was shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes. My mind felt blissfully blank, body utterly used and satisfied.

Julian kissed my forehead, then my lips, slow and tender now.

“You’re mine, Evie. Completely.”

I could only nod weakly, clenching around him as aftershocks rippled through me. The bronze sculpture waited in the corner, but nothing felt more real than this raw, filthy, perfect connection.