Page 35 of Professor Obsessed
We placed the lock on the bridge, securing it.
She placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at the heart shaped metal lock, “Do you wanna throw the key in?”
Chin stubble roughly scraped across my fingers as they tap-danced over my face pondering her question, “I want us to both throw it in.” I wanted this to be the beginning of forever.
I slipped off our gloves, placing them in my coat pocket. I nestled her smaller hand in mine and set the key on top, “On the count of three?”
She nodded eagerly, her hands trembled in the cold as another breeze wracked through our bodies, “One,” I said.
“Two.”
“Three!” We both exclaimed as we reeled our hands back, tossing the key in.
We watched the silver metal sparkle and glitter on its way down, the tiny thing barely made a ripple in the water after falling from 78 feet up. The key disappeared in the currents. They were calm on the surface but vicious just beneath, a beautiful danger, waiting for the unfortunate soul to fall victim to its tainted beauty.
Like my devotion to her.
“Let’s go, kitten,” I steered her towards PNC Park, “I want to get you home and bury my dick in you.”
“Chase,” she scolded, a new redness spread down her exposed neck that I couldn't wait to wrap my hands around. “There are families walking by.”
She knew I didn’t give a fuck about them.
Emma was mine for the taking, and I sure as fuck was going to take her.
33
EMMA
6 MONTHS LATER
Our panting filled the room. I quaked around his cock as he slid in and out of my desperate pussy, “You feel fucking amazing wrapped around me,” Chase moaned out as he pounded into me.
He kissed me hard, my lower lip caught between his teeth making me bleed. He drove into me, my lower back being pounded into the hard floor beneath us. He tasted like my first orgasm, his tongue traced my lips before slipping into my mouth.
“And you taste like a delicacy,” he groaned against my lips as his pelvis met my swollen clit wringing the orgasm out of me. My thighs trembled, locking my ankles around his waist allowing him in me deeper. He came with a shudder just as my body’s own release subsided.
“I love you so much,” he pressed kisses to my temples, as his heart thundered against my chest, “I would do anything in this world for you.”
I unwrapped my legs from around him as he got off, “I love you more,” I giggled feeling the loss as he slid out of me. Cum trickled down my thighs as I pulled my panties up and back into place. I dragged my leggings up trembling thighs as my nerves still quivered with arousal.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he kissed me one last time on the forehead as he tucked himself back into his slacks.
He grabbed our luggage as we made our way to the door. I took my key off the ring and left it on the counter in my now empty apartment. I glanced around at the little box that was the starting place of the rest of my life.
“Are you ready to go, kitten?”
I looked up at him, his green eyes gazed at me with love, “Don’t look at me like that, I’ll have to fuck you again if you keep it up,” he flirted with me.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I leaned up on my toes to kiss his face anywhere I could reach, “I mourn the loss every time you pull out of me.”
He chuckled, his expression darkening, “Sweet kitten,” he whispered, “I never pull out of you, you know that. Now come on,” he smacked my ass pushing me forward, “we don’t want to miss our flights.”
We continued into the hall, closing the door to the apartment that I’d never be coming back to.
Chase mostly recovered, he’d still need physical therapy for his arm, but he was determined not to be caged in the hospital any longer. We came to an understanding after many long talks and one tiny little fight about a camera that had been hidden in my apartment. He refused to admit just how long it was planted there when I found it while packing. While the fight was a bit intense, the make up sex was hotter. I’d never come so hard in my life.
I almost picked another fight about the app on my phone that he installed when he first put his number in my phone. Our agreement was that Chase was not going to go on rampaging murder streaks, and I’d do my best never to give him a reason to… though I couldn't bear the responsibility should someone verbally assault me again at my next job.