Page 20 of Cocky Professor

He was right, I still had doubts, but he was gradually eroding them. Getting more and more under my skin.

I pulled off my T-shirt and tossed it aside, before shimmying out of my leggings. I straddled his legs, wearing only a pale pink bra and matching panties, both so sheer he'd see right through them.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered. He placed his hands on my waist and ran his thumbs up and down, across my stomach and hips.

"No, you." I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. It landed on the laptop screen and draped right over where my father was sitting.

I actually giggled. I couldn't have done it any better if I'd tried.

Dane laughed and slid his hands up to lavish attention on my hardened nipples. "I'm tempted to take that off and turn the camera on so he can see me fuck his daughter."

"Don't you dare," I growled. My father would find out about us at some point, but it didn't need to be now. No doubt he'd find some way to ruin this for me.

"You're so fucking hot when you growl," Dane said. "And when you don't. You're fucking hot all the time."

"If I am, it's because you make me hot," I said.

I was so wet I was probably dripping on the warm skin of his hip. I pulled the gusset of my panties aside and lowered myself down onto his cock.

His eyes crossed before he closed them. "Fucking hell. I knew your pussy would be incredible. I was right. You're so fucking tight."

"You're so big." He filled me in a way I'd never been filled before. All the way to the brim.

I placed my hands on his chest and started to slowly rise and fall, up and down his length. At the same time, I slipped a hand between us and rubbed my clit.

"I love watching you touch yourself," he said. He glanced at the laptop screen and smirked. "They have no idea what they're missing. I'd rather be here than there."

If I was uncertain about the way he felt, those words went a long way to easing my uncertainty. If I was more important to him than power… No one in my life had ever put me before that before. Not even myself.

"Maybe we should run away," I said breathlessly. Did it really matter who took over from my father?"

"If you want to run away, I'll go with you," Dane said. "But I don't think that's what you want. I think you want to show them who you really are. The same way I do. You want to prove them all wrong."

My heart fluttered again. "You see me."

He smiled softly. "I see you, Chloe Bell. The same way you see me."

"I do see you, Dane DiMarco," I whispered. "Now be a good boy and come for me."

"Yes ma'am." He bucked up into me, thrusting harder and faster.

I rubbed my clit more firmly, circling it with the tips of my fingers.

He pinched my nipples hard enough to hurt, but the sensation made me hotter than ever. He knew exactly what to do to get me going, and keep me going. I could fuck him for a week and still want more. His body and mine fitted together like pieces of a puzzl. A perfect match.

"Be a good girl and come for me," he insisted.

I made a face at him, but he just grinned, so warm my heart was ready to explode in my chest.

I rode him hard, driving us both to the edge of oblivion and over, until I came in a rush of heat and blood.

I dropped my head back and cried out his name as I was washed away in a tsunami of bliss. One that crashed over me again and again, lasting for at least a minute or two.

His cries were mingled with mine as he also came. He gripped my breasts with bruising fingers and slammed up into me, spilling his release into my body.

We finally floated back down to reality just as the feed from the meeting ended.

I sagged forward, lying over him with him still deep inside me.