Not the professor's "Baby"

CONDOMS???

Condoms??

Getting into his house, yeah, it was everything I already had in mind. The foyer led into a living space with grey furniture scattered around, bright gold lights hidden in just the right places, making everything look warm and expensive. We stepped into the main living area, and my jaw dropped. It was so clear he was into minimalism, but it still felt cozy at the same time.

I was stunned. He sure had money. Did I just bag myself a sugar daddy? Well, that’s if whatever we do tonight even moves past this night.

"Feel free to move around. It looks nice, yeah?" he said, already unbuttoning his shirt and slipping off his shoes.

"Uhm, yeah... can we just get to what we came here for?"

"Hey, we haven't even started and you're already in a hurry?" His eyes curved into a smile and his teeth caught his bottom lip. He stepped closer, brushing my hair from my face. I could feel my brown eyes widening and the heat pooling between my legs, slick already starting to slip out.

His hand moved down to the curve of my breasts, tracing lightly until he pressed his palm against me. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he placed both hands on my chest, gently squeezing.

"You like that, huh?"

I could barely open my mouth. This was crazy. I had never felt anything like this before. Before I could answer, his lips were on mine. They were soft but cold, and the kiss felt like the best thing I’d tasted in a while. Then I felt him move to my neck, his tongue tracing a slow, teasing path.

"You're so sexy, f**k. I just want to eat you whole."

I could barely breathe, my pelvic area throbbing. I needed friction so bad.

"Can we just... omg, this is too much," I whispered, my hands moving to undo his belt.

"Easy baby girl. You're here for a good time so let’s not rush," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. Then, as if I weighed nothing, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me to the nearest sofa and set me down gently.

For a second, I felt shy. This man looked so damn good. His hair was messy from my grabbing, his chest rising and falling, and he still had that amused smirk.

He pulled up my dress and slid down my panties. Thank God I’d shaved, and thank God it was a lacy pink one, not some boring cotton. Like I somehow knew I’d get laid tonight.

"Can I?" he asked, his eyes drunk with desire.

"What? You’re already down there asking if you can. Omg, just eat it already," I blurted, breathless.

"Quite feisty, huh? I wonder how long you’re gonna last."

He should be thinking about how long he was going to last. This wasn’t something regular, definitely not.

"f**k, oh my god," my words broke off as his tongue brushed my folds.

"You’re so wet. You like that?"

"Yes… oh god, yes…" My voice trembled.

He went deeper, licking slow circles, then faster strokes, not giving me space to breathe. My hands tangled in his hair, gripping tighter as heat spread everywhere. His tongue danced over every sensitive spot, teasing and tasting.

"Don't stop... please don't stop," I moaned, my hips rolling helplessly against his mouth.

"You taste so sweet," he groaned, his breath hot against me.

I felt my thighs trembling, my body arching toward him. My mind went blank, and all I could think about was how good his tongue felt. The way he groaned into me made my moans even louder, the wet sounds echoing around the living room.

In a split second, it felt like I was falling. My legs shook so hard I couldn’t control them. The orgasm hit me so hard, I forgot how to breathe. I barely realized I’d squirted until I saw the mess and heard his voice.

"Look at the mess you made. We gotta clean that up," he teased, licking his lips like he wasn’t ready to stop.

Embarrassed, I grabbed his face and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth, making my head spin. My hand slid down to his groin. Just feeling him there, even through his pants, was enough to know he was huge.

He pulled back, catching his breath. "Condoms?" he asked, voice low, eyes locked on mine.

"Yes… do you have some?"

"Yeah, top drawer."

I watched him get up, muscles shifting under his skin as he walked over to the drawer. My chest was still heaving, my panties halfway off one leg. I couldn’t look away.

He ripped the packet open with his teeth and slid the condom on, never breaking eye contact.

"You sure about this baby girl?"

"Yes... god, yes. Just f**k me already," I whispered, surprising myself at how desperate I sounded.

He moved back between my legs, pushing them apart, the tip of his c**k brushing against my entrance.

"Look at me," he ordered softly.

I lifted my eyes, my breath catching. His stare was so intense, so hungry.

"Don't look away," he murmured, and pushed in, slow at first.

My lips parted in a gasp. He was big, stretching me until it almost hurt, but in the best way.

"f**k, you’re tight… so tight," he groaned, voice breaking.

He pulled back a little, then pushed in deeper. My nails dug into his shoulders. The heat, the pressure, the slow burn as he filled me completely made my mind go blank.

"Move… please…" I begged, my voice barely a whisper.

He started thrusting, slow at first, then harder, deeper. Each push knocked the air out of me, my moans mixing with the sound of skin slapping skin.

"f**k… you feel so good around me," he panted, his breath hot on my cheek.

"Harder… faster… please," I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

"You’re gonna c*m for me again, aren’t you?" he whispered, lips brushing my ear.

"Yes… yes… don’t stop…"

My whole body burned, every nerve on fire. His pace quickened, thrusts becoming rougher, deeper. I could barely see straight, vision blurring with each snap of his hips.

"f**k, Daniel… oh god…"

Hearing his name on my lips made him groan, his hand sliding under me to lift my hips and hit deeper.

My moans turned into broken sobs, pleasure curling tight inside me until it finally snapped. My body clenched around him, shaking uncontrollably.

"That's it… f**k… c*m for me," he groaned, pushing deep one last time.

He shuddered, breathing hard, his hips stilling as he spilled inside the condom. We both stayed like that, catching our breath, sweat slick on our skin.

When he finally pulled back, he kissed my forehead softly.

"You okay?" he asked, voice gentle now.

"Yeah… I’m okay," I whispered, still shaking a little, my hair messy, chest heaving.

He chuckled softly. "Good girl."

My heart skipped. Maybe this was crazy. Maybe it would end here. But in that moment, wrapped up in his scent, skin buzzing with aftershocks, I didn’t care at all.