A guttural groan ripped from his chest as he stroked himself in slow, powerful pumps, never looking away from me.
“Ride that toy harder,” he ordered, voice rough, almost breaking. “Earn every second, make me believe you deserve me.”
I was gasping, bouncing harder, the sting from earlier smack on my clit mixing with the raw ache between my thighs. Every thrust down on the toy made my body quiver, while his moans, deep and unrestrained, drove me crazier.
The sound of his fist sliding on his c**k mingled with my frantic cries, the room drenched in heat, power, and filthy rhythm.
“Stop.”
His voice cracked like a whip, freezing me mid-bounce. My chest rose and fell fast, sweat running down my skin, eyes wild.
Professor Grant leaned in, his hand gripping my thigh. “Off the toy. Now.”
I wh
