Page 73 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire

Chapter Seven

Kassia saw stars.

“P-prof—-” The kiss deepened, and it was even harder to think but she tried, protesting, “You c-can’t do this!”

“Why?” Lifting his head as he asked, Alessandro studied her kiss-swollen mouth in satisfaction. She lookedhis.If it were up to him, he would make sure she looked like this,forever.

“B-because...” She remembered the long hours she had spent checking her phone, waiting for a single text or call from him, and her brown eyes flashed fire. “You never answered any of my—-” Her voice faltered as the professor’s lips traveled across her cheek and towards her ear. Trying again, she said, “The p-past three days—-ah.” The rest of her words turned into a whimper as the professor started licking her ear.

His body rocked against hers in silent laughter, and after taking a little bite of her ear, he asked silkily, “You were saying?”

The professor nuzzled her neck as he spoke, and Kassia couldn’t remember if she had been about to say something. If she had, it was a clear waste of time when this –oh God, this—-

Kassia arched her neck to give the professor more skin to kiss.

Thiswas so much better than speaking, than thinking, and when the professor’s mouth covered hers again, she decided to play it smart. She wasn’t going to waste time thinking or speaking.

Surrendering, Kassia wrapped her arms around the professor’s neck and kissed him back. Her legs went around his waist, and she whimpered when her actions made her feel the throbbing heat of his erection. Sheer need took over, and she writhed demandingly against the professor while her voice took on a pleading note. “Please.”

Alessandro’s teeth gnashed as his control threatened to break. He had only wanted a taste of her, but he should have known one kiss wouldn’t be enough. It never was. “Kassia...” They needed to talk, dammit. Sex wasn’t supposed to be the priority here.

The way the professor spoke her name made Kassia shake her head, and she pressed her body harder against his. “Please.” She unconsciously started rubbing her breasts against his chest. “Please.”

The feel of her pouting nipples was the last straw. “You win,” he growled under his breath.

A second later, and the professor had taken them to his seat, and his hands were busy under her skirt.Rip, rip,and there went her panties and leggings. Another moment, and her blouse was completely undone, her front-clasp bra unclipped, and the professor’s mouth was on her breast.

Kassia threw her head back with a moan. “Yeeeeees.” Her breath hitched when the professor started sucking, and her body started moving in its own volition, her pussy grinding down against his still-covered erection. Frustration bit her when she ran her hands over his chest and still found him fully clothed. “Professor...”

She didn’t need to say anything else, the professor understanding her unspoken request. Seconds only passed, andboth of them were completely naked, and Kassia gasped as she felt his cock slide against her sex like silk-covered steel.

Her eyes drifted closed. “Oh God.” It felt so, so good. A small part of her was shocked and aghast that she was letting this happen, but even so Kassia couldn’t stop herself from responding. She pushed her nipple deeper into her mouth and rubbed her sex faster against his cock.

“Professor—-”

The professor’s mouth left her breast and returned to her mouth. “Say my name,” he whispered against his lips.

The request thrilled her, aroused her. “Alessandro.”

Heat blazed in the professor’s green orbs. “Again,” he growled.

Shuddering at the way the commanding note only made her feel hotter and more restless, she whimpered his name out. “Alessandro.”

A smile slashed against his lips, and the dazzling sight made her eager to please him more. “Alessandro, please—-”

This time, the reward was beyond her imagination.

The strength in the fingers gripping her hips—-

The possessive look on the professor’s handsome face—-

The feel of his cock pushing up inside her—-

Her lips parted in a silent scream as she found herself fully impaled on the professor’s cock. “Ride me,” the professor commanded.

Her mind ceased to work completely at the words.

From there, she existed only to feel, her only objective to please him because she knew that his sole objective was to please her as well. She might be unsure of the professor in many ways, but not when they were making love. When they were like this, their bodies joined together, there was no doubt in her mind. She owned him, and he owned her.