Professor Astor (Off-Limits)

“Call me, Professor Astor,” I mimic as I rise to my feet. Thor locks the door and turns back to me, his cock still hard and demanding my attention.

“Look who’s jealous now.”

I cross my arms and stare him down. “So what if I am?”

He smirks and walks up to me, pausing in front of me with the biggest smile on his face. He wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb resting on my throat. “Then I guess I’d better appease you, wifey.”

He leans in and kisses me, his touch gentler now. Thor’s hands wrap around my waist, and he lifts me on top of his desk. “Tell me, baby… how can I make you feel better?” He sit down in his chair and spreads my legs. Thor looks up at me as he kisses the inside of my thigh, his teeth grazing over my skin before he sucks down, marking me. “How do I make you forget all about what’s-her-name?”

I smile when he moves his lips to my other thigh and leaves a small mark there too, the way he did the first time we slept with each other.

His fingers brush over the soaking wet lace thong I’m wearing and he chuckles. “Of course you’re already wet for me. Enjoyed sucking my cock, didn’t you?”

I nod, not willing to hide anything from him. He pushes the fabric aside and slips two fingers into me, his thumb brushing over my clit. “Oh God,” I moan, my eyes falling closed.

“No,” he warns me. “I want your eyes on me, baby.”

I bite down on my lip as he grabs my thighs and wraps them over his shoulders before leaning in. I gasp when his tongue strokes my clit, drawing circles around it, as though he wants me in agony. The combination of his fingers inside me and his tongue on my clit is too much, and I struggle to keep quiet.

“Adrian,” I warn.

He pulls away just slightly, his fingers keeping up their rhythmic motion that has me descending into insanity. “Yes, Princess? Tell me.”

“You know what I want.”

He looks at me as his tongue finally brushes over my clit, slowly, teasingly. Just once, before he pulls away. “You want that? You want to come on my tongue?”

I nod, desperate for his touch.

“Beg.”

I swallow hard and grab his hair. “Please, Thor. I need it. Please make me come on your tongue.”

He sucks down on my clit, and it’s almost enough to push me over. Almost. “Tell me you won’t ever go on a date with anyone else again. Tell me you won’t think of anyone but me, and I’ll make you come.”

“I swear. You’re the only one for me. Only you, Thor.”

He looks up at me, and my heart skips a beat. There isn’t just possessiveness in his eyes. It’s something deeper and darker than that. “Good girl,” he growls, before giving me what I want.

His tongue drives me crazy, until wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, his name on my lips.

He leans back and watches me shatter for him, intense satisfaction lighting up his face. “I’ve wanted to taste your pussy for years. You taste like fucking sunshine and sin, like I knew you would. Soon, baby. Soon, I’m going to need you to sit on my fucking face.”

I bite down on my lip, my pussy clenching at his words, and he smirks as he stands up, drawing my eyes to his cock. He leans in and wraps his hand around my neck, tipping my face up to kiss me, until he’s got me breathless.

“Are you clean, Leia?”

I nod. “Good. So am I.”

He looks into my eyes as he places his cock at the base of my pussy, pushing the tip in slightly. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this pussy? It’s still as tight as I remember.”

I bite down on my lip harshly as he pushes in further. I feel so incredibly full, and it hurts a little, despite how wet I am. “Thor…”

He shakes his head and tightens his grip on my neck. “You can do this, baby. You can take all of it. We’ll go slowly, okay?”

I nod, and he pushes in further, pausing again. He tilts his head and kisses me, slowly, his tongue tangling with mine leisurely until he’s got me moaning.

“Are you sure you don’t want to use protection?” I ask, a hint of fear in my chest.

“I’m sure.”

He looks into my eyes, and it hits me then. He’s serious about this, about us. “Do you realize what you’re saying?”

Thor’s hand moves from my neck to my hair, his fingertips grazing my scalp while his other hand cups my cheek. “Yes, Leia. Two years, I dreamed of you. I’ve always heard people say that when you know, you know. I finally get it. You and I were years in the making, and I’m ready.”

He pushes into me all the way, and my eyes fall closed as a pained groan escapes my lips. “Thor,” I moan, and he kisses me as he stretches me out fully, letting me adjust for a moment before pulling back slowly.

“I want it all with you, Leia,” he says, thrusting back into me, hard. “Every high, every low. I didn’t believe in destiny until you walked into my life. If it exists, then it’s you. You’re my destiny.”

He moves his hands to my legs and holds my thighs as he pulls back almost all the way, watching as his cock disappears back into my pussy. “I must be crazy,” he murmurs, increasing the pace.

“We both are.” Our relationship is moving too quickly. It’s too much, too intense, and it’s never felt more right.

He smiles as he tightens his grip on my hips and fucks me harder, tilting my hips up as he places his thumb back on my clit, watching me as he gets me closer and closer to another orgasm.

He groans when I come for him again and increases the force of his thrust, coming deep inside me seconds after I do. “Fuck, Leia. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

He drops his head to my shoulder and kisses my neck tenderly as we both try to catch our breath. “I’m late for a class,” he tells me, and I burst out laughing.

“Professor Astor,” I admonish. “You’re so irresponsible.”

He leans back and looks at me, a satisfied look in his eyes. “What can I say… my future wife is insatiable.”

Future wife… the sound of that has my heart skipping a beat in excitement, yet it also terrifies me. He has no idea how many obstacles we’ll face, but I do.