Tempting her professor

CHAPTER FOUR

Carla opened her eyes to see that she was in a strange room. The bed was bigger and softer than hers, and the decor was way more expensive than anything she could ever hope to afford. She gasped as a thought flashed in her memory and she immediately touched herself, sighing in relief when she confirmed her clothes were still intact.

“Where am I? Where is this?”

The scent in the room was familiar and a bolt of realization struck, making her remember who it belonged to. She smiled and jumped up, making her way out of the room. Following the sounds, she found her way to the kitchen and saw him cooking. He was shirtless, wearing only an apron over his Jeans, exposing his sturdy muscles.

“How long do you plan to keep looking? Go take a bath. You will see cleaning supplies and a new toothbrush on the bed you woke up in. You can return for breakfast after.”

Carla smiled and immediately nodded. Her eyes caught sight of his red ear, and she felt like asking him about it. However, he had a short temper, making her decide against annoying him and quickly ran back.

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“You have already eaten, and totally recovered from your hangover. Why are you still in my apartment?” Dylan asked impatiently.

Carla groaned, feigning discomfort. She was dressed in a bathrobe, lying in his bed.

“I know you're pretending, get up.” He whispered, trying to drag her up.

She suddenly grabbed the lapels of his robe without warning, his hair was still damp from the shower he took after breakfast. His breath caught in his throat as their eyes met, his heart beating against her chest. Carla leaned up and kissed him, her inexperienced lips seeking his in passion. After a few seconds of shock, he returned the kiss, deepening it as his hands caressed her face. His adept tongue wrestled her soft inexperienced ones, as he ate her lips mercilessly.

Carla moaned, her core getting wet. She writhed on the bed, moving her arms to wrap around his waist. Dylan pulled away at that moment and looked into her eyes, the both of them breathing heavily.

“Little girl, you don't know me. You're playing with fire. Lambs should not mess with wolves.” He whispered, his voice raspy and thick with desire.

“I always like to play with fire. Do it, I want the big bad wolf to eat me up. But just know that I'm no lamb.” She whispered, her eyes moving to his wet lips.

He smirked and ground his hips against her, letting her feel his length. He tore off the blanket between them, and ran her hands over her exposed thighs, watching her close her eyes with her mouth slightly open.

“What have you done to me?” He whispered, bringing his lips to suck her ears, slowly moving to her neck.

Each of his actions increased the raging flames in her body and she gasped out, feeling his hand travel up her body. He slowly caressed her shoulders, moving to her arms, his lips trailing after his hands as he sucked on her neck and shoulders, lingering on the pulsating spot on her throat.

He tore open her robe without warning, exposing her to his ravishing gaze as the morning sunlight fell against her milky skin. His eyes travelled down her body and she fought the urge to hide herself. It was the first time a man was seeing her naked. He licked his lips, his gaze burning her skin.

“Why do..”

“Do I look like I wanna eat you up? Because I want to, little lamb. I want to suck and sample every inch of skin. I wanna brand every surface of your skin with my c*m, and leave my scent on you. I want to mark you. You're so beautiful.”

Carla nearly cried, for the first time, someone complimented her and meant it. He moved his lips back to hers, his fingers trailing up her legs. It lingered on the wet spot between her thighs, his middle finger slowly sliding up her slit. She gasped, feeling an electrifying current zap through her. Just a little touch and she was already going crazy, his hands were magic.

His fingers slowly crept up, caressing her pubis and inner thighs, while avoiding her labia to heighten the tension. He slapped her thighs apart, settling between them. He pried them further apart with his knees and his hand moved to her boobs, slowly caressing and teasing her. She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back. His lips moved down, trailing kisses down to her left breast while his hand caressed the other, and sucked in a n****e, slowly circling it with his tongue. She screamed out and immediately covered her mouth in embarrassment. He repeated his actions and she shook under his hands.

“Scream! I want to hear you sing.”

He whispered and moved to the other breast, slowly, he trailed kisses down her midsection, breathing in the scent of her baby-soft skin as his hand caressed her thighs and ass, before moving to her pus*y.

Without warning his fingers assaulted her c**t, thumbing the little nub of flesh, while his middle finger ran up her slit. She screamed, instinctively spreading her thighs, craving more of the sugar. He began to finger her, making more liquid spurt out and stain his fingers. His mouth alternated between her boobs, neck and lips as his fingers assaulted her sacred spot, and she was lost in dreamland, moaning out her soul.

“Oh God, I want, I…” He thrusted two fingers in, sliding into her wet channel while his thumb continued to torment her c**t. She came undone with a little cry, convulsing, her thighs quivering. He continued his actions, slowly letting her ride out her pleasure.

Dylan brought his fingers thick with c*m to his lips and sucked it in, shutting his eyes in ecstasy. He stood up, his eyes never leaving the girl gasping heavily on his bed.

He positioned her legs, spreading it wide to give him an unrestricted view of her beautiful spot, moist with desire. It had a slight dusting of hair, and Dylan soon realized that it was exactly the way he loved it.

“Look at me.” He whispered, making her look at him. He was stroking himself, his eyes on her. She bit her lips, her core clenching with need.

“Should it be this big?” She whispered in awe, watching his enormous length. He chuckled, looking at her as he scooped up liquid from her pus*y and smeared it on his co*k, using it to stroke himself.

“Do you even know what a normal length looks like? How many have you seen for reference?” He asked with a smirk.

“You know it's my first time?” She whispered as he knelt before her.

“Your attempts at seduction were pathetically inexperienced, you can't hide that you're a virgin from a carnivorous soul like me.” He whispered, as his mouth closed over her p***y, making her scream out at the first swipe of his tongue.

“What's your name?” She whispered, grabbing the sheets.

“Dylan Martin.” He replied and positioned himself before her.

“You're so tight I fear that I might tear you so badly.” He whispered, even as he pushed in, without any intention of stopping.