“Don’t move,” I commanded as I nipped at her ear. “You move and I won’t let you come. Do you understand?”
She let out a heavy breath and nodded slowly. Lowering myself down her body, I trailed my hand down her tits as I once again lowered my head to her pussy. Spreading her lips, I could see her pulsing with need as she tried not to raise her pussy to my face. Gripping her thighs, I lowered my head down again when she stopped moving, flicking at her clit in a fast speed before inserting two fingers to pump into her. She let out a gasp as I curved my finger into her g-spot, and I knew it was taking all of her control not to move her body into mine for more friction. Flicking my tongue a few more times, I pulled back and stopped pumping my fingers as soon as I felt the walls of her pussy start to clench. She groaned in frustration as the need took over her senses. Her breathing slowed and I resumed my position, sucking on her clit and causing her to buck into me. Although I’d usually pull away, my own arousal was starting to take over. My hips were moving on their own accord, looking for friction against the bed. I groaned into her pussy as her heavy breathing turned into deep moans. Keeping at my assault on the bed, I removed my fingers and lowered my mouth to lick up her juices, running my tongue from her entrance to her clit. She groaned every time I flicked at her clit lightly, causing me to pump into the bed faster. I knew if I kept it up, I’d end up releasing in my pants. I needed to be inside her. I let go of her legs, moving them off my shoulders, and climbed off the bed. I watched as she clamped her legs closed trying to get some friction for her aching pussy, an ache only I could soothe. “I’m going to fuck you now, princess,” I told her as I undid my belt and dropped my pants to the floor.
Dark. The professor is dark. He has a dark past. He is a dark person and a tortured soul. But somewhere inside this man, there is a heart. Maybe. Mason Cline didn’t have anything close to a great life. There was money but happiness was out of the question. Going against everything his father was, Mason decided not to practice law, but instead instruct it. It’s a dark and twisted story of his life and we are only getting started. Emmalynn has a thing for her Mason Cline. There is an attraction there. From the moment she sees him in the bar, she knows there is something there. But what is more is that he sees something in her as well. There is an undeniable sexual tension between these two. But when Emma is dealt the big blog, Mason Cline, guy from bar, is her professor… well… crap. Can they have a relationship and be able to separate it from school? Can Mason get beyond his past and how his life functions to even attempt to have a relationship? Or do the two of them just need to hit it once and be done to get it out of their systems? This book was intense. It was smoldering. It was dark. I felt like it was a bit slow in the beginning, but I didn’t want to put it down because the intrigue was there. I wanted to know what was happening with the Professor… I needed to know about his broken soul and why he was the way he was. I also wanted to know what was so intriguing about Emma specifically. Now I will admit these two have a sexual chemistry that is pretty intense and raw. They seem to balance one another out so well. But there are so many other factors at play in this entire situation. It’s not your typical romance. I did enjoy it, I know I will want to read the next book in the series. It teeters on the edge of danger and something really twisted, but it doesn’t quite fully go into everything you need to know. It kept the intrigue up through the entire story and it kept the brain working in overdrive trying to piece every bit of information together. Though in the end I still wanted more. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWd-nsXVU_0