Falling For The Billionaire Heir

After they cleaned up, she went to the dining area and snatched up the phone off the dining table. She glanced at it and said, “it’s Betty.”

She swiped across the screen and put the phone against her ear. To her delight, her sister told her she won’t be able to come home until the weekend. They had shifted the time for her presentation forward to the coming Friday, so she needed to stay on campus to prepare.

“Oh.” Becky smiled at Colin, who was standing beside her. “That’s alright, I wish you the best.”

“Yeah, thanks sis,” Betty said from the other end. “We’ll talk later, right?”

“Sure,” Becky said before ending the call.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Though Betty commuted from home daily, she still maintained a room on campus for when she had to stay over.

“Everything okay?” Colin asked.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” she dropped the phone back on the dining table and walked to the front door to lock it.

“Professor, we are home alone!” She declared, her eyes gleaming with lust.

Colin smiled sheepishly. “Are we?”

“Yes, we are,” she said, feeling heat shooting down to her core. “My sister is not coming back home until Saturday.”

“Come here, Miss. Becky,” he growled, stretching out his hands towards her. His brown eyes glistened with raw, primal heat and hunger as she walked up to him. The night was getting better than he had expected.

She gave him her disarming bad girl smile, stopping a few inches in from him. “Professor,” she purred, intense pleasure took over her body for just thinking about what was about to happen.

“Oh Miss Becky,” he crushed her into his long muscular arms and placed her ass on the edge of the dining table. She instantly wrapped her legs around him. He first ran his lips on her lips slowly for two minutes before pushing his tongue into her warm mouth.

“Coli… Professor,” she moaned and rubbed the back of his head. He tangled his tongue with hers. Their tongues danced together, swirling around each other.

Becky molded her body around him, savoring his taste, enjoying how their tongues played together. They played with their tongues and mouths until they just had to stop to breathe in the fresh air.

He wrapped his arms around her. “Can you feel what you’ve done to me?” He asked in a husky voice, pressing his erection into her belly. “You naughty, naughty girl.”

“Prof.” A low moan escaped her lips, she cupped his cheeks and whispered, “I can feel the beast in your pants,” as she pressed herself against him. “Is it for me?”

“You bet,” he spanked her ass gently.

“I know you are dripping wet for that cock already, aren’t you, Miss Becky?”

“Yess, I’m so wet, Prof.” she moaned, louder this time, and shuddered against him. Her pussy ached so badly she had to grind her crotch against him. “I want it in me now,” she purred.

“We shall see if you are worthy of it,” he whispered against her neck. His warm breath sent a tingling sensation around her body.

“I will do anything,” she whispered. “I will do anything you want me to do. Just put it in me, sir.”

He turned her to face him, his lips grazed her lips, “I’m going upstairs to your room,” he moved away from her. “Meet me there in three minutes and make sure you are not wearing anything.”

“Yes,” she murmured and rubbed her aching clit through her cloth.

“Yes, what?” He corrected, already unbuckling his belt.

“Yes, Prof.” she said with a glint on her face. Her cheeks warmed. More juices leaked out into her panties. She smiled languidly as he walked away.

She went upstairs after five minutes and walked into their bedroom, still fully clothed.

“You are too stubborn. You like testing my will, Miss Becky, don’t you?” He pulled off his boxer shorts and stroked his long, hard member. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes!” She nodded with sexual excitement.

“You will not have it until I punish you for your disobedience.” He stroked the length of his shaft. “Now get yourself naked and you are gonna make yourself come with your hand before I decide what to do with a filthy girl like you.” He said in sexual excitement, enjoying how she was responding to him.

“You are so wicked, Professor!” She pouted, trembling as she undressed herself. “Why won’t you just fuck me now?”

“Stop complaining,” he said. “Do what I said and you will have it.”

She quickly undressed herself. The thought of not having his dick already buried in her soaking count was so tormenting.

“Can I sit?” she asked and sat on her dressing table stool even before he responded.

“Yes, make yourself comfortable,” “suck me first,” he shoved his cock into her mouth.

She sucked him for a while before he pulled out and gave her a long, sloppy, lingering kiss.

“Now, touch that pussy for me,” he ordered when he broke the kiss. His breathing was heavy; he was trying with all his might to control his excitement.

She spread her legs and pulled aside her pussy lips. “Look how creamy you’ve made me,” she squirmed, caressing her pussy lips.

“Yes, Miss Becky, that’s what I want,” he grunted and smiled admirably at her. He continued to stroke his cock. “You are such a filthy good girl.”

She ran a finger along the inside of her folds. “God…God!” She yelled, her hips bucked as extreme pleasure coursed through her body, pulling her into a toe curling orgasm. She bolted forward in her seat.

“Oh yeah,” he hissed, her reaction making his stomach clench. “Put your fingers in that cunt.”

She dug two fingers into her cunt and started fucking herself.

“Yes, just like that,” his voice was breathy. “Fuck that pussy.”

“Oh yes! Professor!” She cried out in agonized pleasure, fucking herself more rapidly.

“Oh yeah,” he smiled at her. “That is my girl. Fuck yourself for me.”

“I love you, my professor. You know how to make a good girl out of me,” she growled.

“Yes, I know,” he gave her a cocky grin and stopped touching himself abruptly. He didn’t want to come just yet. “And I love you more baby, you are the center of my world.” He moved closer to her and kissed her on the neck.