Page 39 of The Secret Fiancée
“You truly go above and beyond for your students, Professor Windsor,” she teases, and I smile to myself, working her clit harder, until I’ve stolen all her sass away.
“Lex,” she pleads. “Oh,God.”
I lean in to kiss her just below her ear. “Next time you’d better think of the consequences before you let him touch you,” I warn, dragging my finger across her pussy leisurely, not giving her what she wants.
“Please,” she begs, panting. “I’m going crazy.”
“So was I, every second that I had to stand there in front of your whole class, watching as he cozies up to you and whispered into your ear, that fucking glorified love letter he handed in stillfresh on my mind.” My middle finger brushes right against that sensitive little spot she wants me to touch, and she moans so fucking deliciously that I nearly give in.
“I can’t take this,” she complains. “I’m so close,please. Won’t you make your wife come?”
“Fuck. You’re playing dirty, Raya.” She knows how much I love it when she calls herself my wife. Fucking tease.
Raya just looks over her shoulder and throws me the most needy, sexy look I’ve ever seen. “I need you,” she whispers. “Please fuck me, Professor Windsor.” I cave right there and then, loving how quickly she became bolder with expressing what she wants from me. Knowing she feels comfortable enough to voice her needs like that is such a fucking turn-on. It’s intimacy on a whole other level.
“You know I can’t resist a plea like that,” I murmur as I reach for my slacks and undo my zipper, taking out my cock. Her eyes fall closed when I drag it over her ass, pure delight taking over her expression. “You want this?” I murmur, nestling my erection between her pretty thighs.
“Yes.Yes.”
I chuckle as I line myself up and push the tip into her. “Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll let you have it.”
“I’m yours, Lexington Windsor,” she instantly says, not a hint of hesitation. “Yours.”
I smile and push into her, my fingers returning to her clit as I slowly begin to fuck her against the bookshelf, her hands still on the edge of it.
She whimpers softly as I bring her to the edge, my cock buried deep inside her. I thrust in and out of her slowly, deeply, aligning the way my fingers move with the way I fuck her, and it makes her moan so fucking prettily.
“Please,” she whispers, but I tut and shake my head.
“Not yet. You made me suffer through that class, so now you’ll wait for your orgasm until I decide you deserve it.”
She begins to shift her hips impatiently, trying to ride my hand, and I chuckle, fucking delighted by every single thing she does. “Lex,” she pleads, only to freeze when we both feel something vibrating. “M-My phone is ringing.”
“Who is it?” I growl, grabbing her hips to fuck her harder, irritated by the distraction.
She gasps, her hips still shifting against me, meeting me thrust for thrust as she takes her phone out of the pocket in her skirt. I pause when I see Adam’s name on her screen.
“Pick up.” She freezes, and I flick her clit harshly, drawing a moan from her throat. “Pick up if you want to come, Raya.”
Her hand trembles as she obeys my command. “Raya, where are you?” Adam says, his voice audible even though Raya’s phone isn’t on loudspeaker. “You’ve been gone for a while, and I can’t find you.”
I grin as I swirl my thumb around her clit and continue to fuck my wife. “Tell him where you are,” I whisper into her ear.
Her breath hitches when I press against her clit, finally giving her a taste of what she wants. “Looking for books on aerodynamics,” she says, her voice husky.
Adam pauses. “Oh, I’m not too far away then. I’ll come find you.”
He ends the call, and Raya’s head falls back against my shoulder. “Now what?” she asks, breathing heavily.
“Now you come for your husband.” I smirk as I increase my pace, fucking her with deeper, harsher strokes and teasing her clit with more force. She bites down on her lip, and moments later, her pussy contracts all around my cock, taking me right over the edge with her. I groan as I come deep inside my wife, my forehead dropping to her shoulder.
“Raya?” I hear Adam call, and I sigh in irritation as I pull out of her and push my cum deep inside her before straightening her skirt.
She turns around in a rush, her cheeks flushed, and her lipstick smeared. She has no idea how fucking sexy she looks right now, all freshly fucked. “I hope you have fun studying with Adam. I’ll definitely enjoy knowing my cum is dripping out of your pussy and onto your thighs, reminding you of who you belong to every time he smiles up at you.”
My wife throws me a wide-eyed look, and I smirk as I zip myself back up seconds before Adam rounds the corner. “There you are!” he says, his smile fading when he spots me standing opposite Raya, leaning back against one of the shelves.
“Professor Windsor,” he says, his tone terse.