Fatal Seduction

The Hot Untouchable Lecturer IX

THEIR lips met again, and this time more passionately. She didn’t pull back and Zayne didn’t give her a reason to either.

Slowly, she pulled out, resting her head on his broad shoulders.

“You look tired, Ms. Lesley,” he observed, his gaze softening.

She sighed.

“What else did you expect, Zayne. To be full of energy?” She gave a dry laugh and pulled out again, giving a distance between them.

He walked closer, his hand reaching out to touch her arm. Her skin warm beneath his fingers.

“You shouldn’t be alone when you are feeling like this.”

She looked up at him, her eyes searching his.

“What do you suggest, Zayne? Another calculus problem?” A faint, tired smile touched her lips.

He laughed, shook his head and leaned in, his gaze fixed on her mouth.

“No. Something that will make you forget everything else. Everything.”

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers again, soft at first, then demanding. He kissed her deeply, and her hands, hesitant for a moment, rose to cup his face, her fingers threading into his hair. He felt her melt into him in a soft yielding way that sent a jolt of desire through him. She wasn't resisting him anymore...

He lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist, and smiling to himself when he felt her skirt riding up her thighs. She cried out softly in surprise and pleasure as he carried her towards her sofa, and in all these, he never broke the kiss.

He lowered her onto the plush cushions, his body following, pressing her into the soft fabric. Her breath hitched as he broke the kiss, his eyes devouring her.

“I missed you.” he whispered, his voice thick with hunger as he began by stripping off her sweater, then the shirt underneath and the sight of the delicate lace of her bra made his c**k rose as he stared at her full creamy breasts which were so inviting.

“Zayne, what if… what if your girlfriend appears at my door?” she whispered, her voice laced with a familiar fear, but her hands were already fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

He chuckled, a low, guttural sound.

“She dares not,” he kissed her neck, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin. “Or she have me to contend with.”

He unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill free. He took one in his mouth, suckling greedily, his tongue swirling around her n****e. She gasped, her head falling back against the sofa.

“Oh god, Zayne,” she moaned, her fingers clutching at his hair. “You are driving me mad. You always do.”

His hand slid down her body, pushing her skirt up, then her panties. He found her wet and ready, her p***y throbbing under his touch. He teased her c**t, his fingers dancing over the sensitive pearl. She whimpered, her hips arching off the sofa.

“You are already so wet for me, professor,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Always so wet.”

He stood, pulling off his jeans, his hard c**k springing free. He positioned himself between her legs with the head of his shaft nudging her entrance.

“Please,” she begged, her voice raw with desire. “Now, Zayne. Please.”

He plunged into her in a deep, powerful thrust that made her cry out. Her body tightened around him like a really hot, wet, and slick glove.

He began to move slowly, pushing into her, pulling out, then pushing back in.

“f**k me, Zayne,” she panted, her eyes half-closed, her body writhing beneath him. “f**k me hard.”

He sped up and his thrusts became faster, harder, and deeper. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the living room which only turned Zayne on the more.

“You are such so sweet and beautiful, Ms. Lesley." he whispered against her ear, his teeth gently nipping her lobe.

“Uh...” she gasped, her voice broken. “Please... Zayne... oh my goodness...”

He pulled out, lifting her, carrying her towards the kitchen. Her legs wrapped around him, her p***y still gripping his c**k. He leaned her against the cold marble counter and re-entered her, a deep, powerful thrust that made her cry out. He f****d her against the counter, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her, driving into her.

“Oh god, Zayne,” she screamed, her voice echoing in the kitchen. “My... my neighbour… he will be home soon.”

“Let him,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Let him hear you screaming my name.” He pounded into her, his c**k slamming against her cervix, drawing another scream from her.

He carried her again, still impaled, into the bathroom. He set her down on the edge of the tub, her legs spread wide, his c**k still buried deep inside her. He turned on the faucet, the sound of running water filling the room, mingling with their gasps and moans.

He f****d her in the tub, the slickness of the porcelain adding to the already intense friction. Her body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hands were clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

“I’m going to c*m again, Zayne,” she panted, her voice strained. “I’m going to squirt all over you.”

He grinned, and there was a dark, possessive look in his eyes. “Do it, baby. Drench me.” He thrust into her, hard and fast, pushing her to the brink.

She screamed, a long, drawn-out cry, her body convulsing. A gush of hot liquid erupted from her, soaking his c**k, running down his thighs. She sagged against him, her body limp, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

He continued to thrust, feeling his own climax building, a powerful wave crashing over him. He groaned, his seed spilling deep inside her, a hot, pulsing gush that filled her.

He pulled out slowly, his c**k slick with her juices, his balls slapping against her ass. He lifted her, her legs weak, unable to support her. She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her body heavy and sated.

“I can’t move,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “My legs… they won’t hold me.”

He kissed her hair, then her temple. “Good,” he murmured, his voice laced with triumph. “That is exactly where I want you.”

He carried her back to the living room, laying her gently on the sofa. He covered her with a soft blanket, then lay beside her, pulling her close. She nestled into his side, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“What are we going to do, Zayne?” she whispered in a small and fragile voice.

He stroked her hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands.

“We are going to love each other, Ms. Lesley. That is what we are going to do.” He kissed her forehead tenderly.