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I whistle while making breakfast for Kevin as I wait for him to come down. This is what I have always wanted. Suddenly, I feel his strong arms around me as he kisses the nape of my neck.
“Can I have you for breakfast instead?” he groans into my ear. I feel myself get wet again. He is insatiable, I can’t even think straight.
"Should I pack it for you?"
"Thank you, Ro," he replies, kissing my neck.
In my room, I lay down on my bed, basking in the euphoria of my feelings for Dr. McKnight. It's like a beautiful dream that I am determined never to wake up from. My phone rings, and it's Amy, shattering my dreams and dragging me painfully back to reality.
Chapter Six
Kevin
I have never whistled while driving, but I did today. I guess what they say about how falling in love changes you is true. Although, I'm unsure of what to call this fine feeling between Rochelle and me. Something in me yearns to claim her for myself and never let her go. Every moment I’ve spent with her, in bed and out, has been incredible … mind blowing, even. It's only been a few days, but I have discovered things that I love so much about her: she’s thoughtful, kind, and so intelligent. I can’t stop thinking about her, and she invades my thoughts every hour of every day. I count down the minutes before I know I’ll get to see her again. I feel as though I’m being tortured when I’m not with her.
I park my car and look at my watch. It's 10 am. Right on time for a class I have with 2nd year psychology majors. I head towards the lecture theater and spot Rochelle in the hallway, on her way to my class, talking and laughing with a guy I don't recognize. I immediately feel jealous. I know they're probably just friends, but seeing her talking with a young, handsome man around her age makes my body fill with rage. This isn’t a feeling I’m familiar with.
I increase my speed and walk towards them. Rochelle turns and looks at me. A huge smile spreads across her face. She's so beautiful. All I can think about is ripping her clothes off and having her right there in the hallway, claiming her as mine and making sure everyone knows it. She discreetly winks at me and enters the theater. I walk in and find the students settled in their seats. Rochelle is in the front row and wearing the same blouse I tore off her that night at Fenway Park. I stifle my hard dick and mount the podium, grateful for the covering of the wooden pulpit.
"Hello, everyone. Um … we'll be talking about something very interesting today. I know you are all familiar with the nature vs nurture problem regarding human behavior. However, we'll be talking about it more specifically regarding criminal behavior."
I do my best to teach while stealing glances at Rochelle. She occasionally smiles at me, and it takes a massive strength of my will not to reach out, grab her and fuck her over this podium.
I end the class, and the students file out. A sigh of relief threatens to escape my mouth, but I push it down as I watch the students leave.
"Accompany me to my office, Miss Mason." I hurriedly leave the hall and walk to my office, my boner getting harder and harder with each footstep. Rochelle follows behind me.
I open the door and step aside for her to enter. Rochelle and I reach for one another as soon as the door is closed and locked. She pushes me against the door, kissing me hard on my mouth. Her books fall to the floor. I pick her up and set her on my thick mahogany table. I press her close and kiss her like the starving man that I am. It's only been a few hours but I can barely function when I'm not around her. Everything is a blur when she's not in sight.
"Not here," she whispers. I can see the worry on her face.
I could deny her nothing. I grab my keys, and we leave my office together. The way I raced home ought to have earned me three speeding tickets, but I didn't care. All I could think about was having Rochelle. She’s become an addiction that I can’t do without.
I park the car and we head purposefully to the house. As soon as we’re indoors, I grab her again and begin to kiss her while hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse. We walk into the living room, still undressing one another and giggling. I set her on the lush sectional and spread her legs. Removing her panties, I bend down and bury my tongue inside her while she grabs the sides of the chair, gasping. After I’ve had my fill of her, I get up and sit on an armchair.
"Come here," I say to Rochelle, who looks completely bemused. I unzip my pants and bring out my rigid, throbbing member.
Rochelle promptly obeys and comes to kneel right in front of me.
“What do you need … Sir?” I quietly gasp at the sound of her words. Rochelle looks down at my cock and back up into my eyes. She has a glint in her eye that tells me she wants to suck me just as much as I want her to.
“You know what I need … Miss Mason …”
She begins stroking my cock gently with her hand. She starts to lick her lips and smiles up at me.
Oh, she knows what I need. Fuck, I can’t take much more of her teasing.
I guide her red mouth to my hardness and push slowly until I’m deep inside her pretty little throat. The sight of her sucking hard and deep, and twirling her tongue around my dick drives me into a frenzy.
"Harder, Rochelle. Suck it like it's all yours."
She then takes me deeper into her mouth, and I keep her head in place with my hands while thrusting in and out of her. She hungrily sucks my hard dick until I feel as though I'm about to explode.
"Uhh … damn it, Rochelle," I groan as she swallows my load. She takes every last drop of my seed into her mouth, leaving me panting like I just ran a marathon. She continues to play with my dick, running her tongue over the shaft.
"Ohh no," Rochelle gasps as she suddenly raises her head. I watch the color drain from her face as she grabs one of the throws to cover herself.
"What the hell?!"
