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He kept moving her hips back and forth to draw out the last of her throes, seeming pleased with the power of her sexual response to him. Danielle regained her breathing, feeling heady, her body limp. Still inside of her, Davis grabbed her, sliding out of the chair and lifting her again, seating her atop his desk. Danielle lay back, spreading her legs for him, watching his taut body as he thrust into her again and again, gripping on to her thighs for support. His eyes were wild, a reflection of hers as he plunged deeper, both of them groaning loudly. Then, without warning, he lifted her again, Danielle's thighs winding automatically around his waist, as he transported them back into the living room. Davis set his prized student down on his leather armchair and finally pulled out of her, making her gasp with the loss of his warmth, his thickness.
"Come here," he told her roughly, taking her arm and moving her to the bookcase by the window, stepping behind her. She was again overwhelmed by the scent of old books, inhaling deeply as she hung on to the sides of the bookcase. His hot mouth brushed her ear, sending shivers down her spine, and his lips pressed against her neck. She felt his large hands tracing the hourglass shape of her waist, her hips, her thighs, heard him sigh from behind her. His thickness probed between her legs, and she spread her thighs further apart for him, leaning closer to the leather-bound books.
She gasped when Davis pushed the length of himself into her again, one arm snaked around her waist to hold her still, the fingers of his other hand rubbing her clit, his mouth pressed into her neck. Danielle moaned with the pleasure of it, each of his thrusts deliberately rubbing against her G-spot, the dual stimulation making her feel weak again. She heard the delightful sound of his skin slapping against her ass as he plunged deeper, harder, faster, and she clenched the bookcase for leverage, her knuckles turning white.
Davis's breathing came in uneven bursts and so did hers, feeling the heat rise again, bubbling up from the pit of her belly, diffusing throughout her solar plexus. He read her body perfectly, thrusting upward to all the right spots, almost lifting her off the ground with the power of his hips, his fingers still working her clit. Her head snapped back, her exposed neck covered at once with Davis's lips, his teeth biting into her sensitive flesh. Danielle finally succumbed to the intensity of her bliss, moaning uncontrollably, the explosion spreading throughout her body, trembling in his arms, his organ still moving within her as she gripped him inside of her.
"Oh, Danielle, I can't wait any longer," her professor moaned, sliding out of her. She turned to face him, knowing exactly what he wanted, bending on her knees in front of him and taking his hard dick between her pouty lips, staring up at him with innocent blue eyes. She tasted herself on him, using her own juices to lubricate his shaft as she pumped her hand and mouth on him in synchrony, her other hand feeling his balls tighten closer to his body. She worked her tongue in circles, still watching him as he threw his head backward, emitting a drawn-out moan. She withdrew her mouth as he stared back down at her, firmly tugging on the head of him until he exploded over her breasts, the creamy beads of his come dripping down her cleavage. She stroked him until he was completely emptied, covered in his warmth, making her feel especially triumphant. He helped her to her feet and covered her mouth with his, giving her a long, lingering, disorienting kiss.
"We need to get you cleaned up," he murmured teasingly, grinning like a schoolboy at the sight of his milky fluids over her large breasts.
"We could use a bath," Danielle replied, winking, pushing him into the hallway towards the bathroom. "Go get the wine, Professor. We have a long night ahead of us."
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