Page 21 of Kisses

I stand up and look him in his cold hazel eyes. The anger is building up into full rage mode. I yell, “Tapping into my potential? You’re just being a jerk to me because I one and done you.”

A barrel laugh exceeds him, “You really think that is why I am hard on you?”

“Why else would it be?”

“Ms. Keaton, you walked into my class confident that you were going to be the top student. Yet, you’re scooting on by. The top student is not going to be told what to write. They are going to seek out what they want to write. You know how to write and research. However, you lack the ambition to be great. It’s quite unfortunate.”

I cannot believe he is saying this to me. I am ambitious. My goal is to become a criminal investigative reporter. This just pisses me off that he is standing in my way of what I want to do.

My grades are everything for me, especially with wanting to get an internship after I graduate. A C is not going to cut it.

I grunt, “You frustrate the hell out of me.”

He smirks, “As you do for me.”

“How’s that?”

“I told you.”

I point my finger on his sculpted chest. “Well, it’s not a good enough answer.”

“Then you simply need to work harder.”

“Oh my God, you’re so frustrating. There is no budging your mind.”

“I told you to work harder. You just need to take my advice. If you want, I’ll let you redo the paper.”

“Redo the damn paper? Why, thank you so much. I’m the luckiest girl in the class. The perks of fucking the professor,” I remark.

An overwhelming sensation of dumbness creeps over me. Did I just say that? Fuck!!

He grabs my arm and demands, “You DO NOT talk about that here. Neither one of us knew about each other’s status at the university. If you mention it again, I could lose my job and you could be kicked out of school. Do you understand me?”

Quietly, I agree, “Yes. I’m sorry. I’m just angry.”

“I get why you are angry. I wish you would see it from my view. Lyla, you have a lot of potential to be a great journalist. I’m going to push you because I want you to succeed.”

Now the warm and fuzzy appears. I question, “You really believe in me?”

He stands up from the desk and his hazel eyes look deep into mine.

Impulse starts to take over. I wrap my arms around him and jump kiss him. He returns my kiss by shoving his tongue into my mouth. He falls back onto his desk. I climb on top of him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Sully’s hands creep up my shirt and unhook my bra, then pulls my shirt above my head. I ravingly force open his shirt, exposing his undershirt that I couldn’t wait to get off of him. He locks his grip on me and stands up. Neither one of us letting go of the angry kisses. He lays down on the cold, tile floor. He pulls away from me and turns around to lock the door. Once I heard that click, my body immediately tenses up. He undoes his pants, sliding them down, exposing his bulge beneath his boxers. I didn’t hesitate one bit, I slide my leggings off.

He smirks, “No underwear again? This, I really like.”

I demand, “Just shut up and fuck me.”

“Eager, I see.”

“The tile is fucking cold.”

He laughs, “Let me get a condom out of my wallet. Then I will fuck you, your highness.”

I roll my eyes at his comment. My body is so damn tense, I feel like once he enters me, I am going to explode.

The wrapper crinkles. He leans over me and slams his lips to mine. His cock jams into my overzealous wet pussy. Sully starts to pump forcefully. I wrap my legs around him, squeezing him with all my strength. He rides me harder. My nails dig into his back, and I scratch him. He moans in either pain or ecstasy or both. I move my hands from his back into his dark brown hair and start running my fingers through it. He groans again. He pushes hard. So hard, that I feel I am going to break the floor beneath me. I whimper. I don’t want him to stop. Sully moves his lips from mine and starts to suck on my neck. He bites down and I squeal.

He moans, “That’s my girl.”

Those words. Those damn words set me off. I fall into a complete frenzy, releasing the built-up frustration that I have for him. I am trying my hardest not to be too loud. He knows the screams are about to erupt. He leans up and while pile driving me more, he puts his hand over my mouth to keep in the screams. Oh my God, this is fucking hot. I pant. I moan. You name it, it is coming out of my mouth. The release is never ending. He senses it.

He groans, “Fuckkkk!!!”

His hips slow down, pumping only a few more times. Once he is done cumming, his body falls on top of mine. Both of us are out of breath. The sex was fun, exciting and… so wrong. I just slept with my professor again.