Craving The Professor (3)
I should have known it would lead to this the second he told me to get on my knees. Maybe I did know. Maybe that was exactly why I stayed. Maybe I needed him to break me open and fill every inch of me until I forgot what it felt like to be untouched.
Professor Callum Ward loosened his grip on my hair slowly, letting the strands slip through his fingers as he guided my face back down to the leather couch cushion. The scent of sweat and old books clung to it, grounding me in the moment. His voice came low and smooth, but every word sent a tremor through my body.
“It’s time for your second hole, Lila.”
The rustle of fabric followed. I didn’t need to look. I heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor and the heavy thud of his pants joining it. My breath hit
