My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
One night stand
Ezekiel opened the bedroom door, our lips still locked in a deep kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me effortlessly, one of his hands supporting my weight while the other held me close. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate not to let the moment break. The mansion was eerily quiet, just the two of us, completely alone.
As we stumbled inside, he broke the kiss, gently lowering me onto the edge of the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I reached for him again, trying to reclaim the kiss, needing to feel him close.
Ezekiel leaned down, teasingly brushing his lips against mine, pulling away just as quickly, a hot breath touched my face. His fingers traced slowly over my exposed skin beneath my loose shirt, sending a trail of heat wherever he touched. He tugged the white shirt off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but my black bikini.
I bit down on my lower lip, frustration building as he paused, his hands hovering just above my skin. I was desperate for his touch. Sitting up, I knelt on the bed, bringing myself face to face with him as he stood at the edge. I wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering against his lips,
Isabella (FL)
Your warmth is what I want.
My tongue lightly flicked across his lips, teasing him, trying to draw him back into the intensity of the moment. I pulled him onto the bed, positioning myself on top of him, our gazes locked. Even through my tipsiness, I could see the desire in his eyes, the silent agreement between us. He wasn’t resisting, wasn’t pushing me away. He wanted this too.
But then, as if searching for certainty, Ezekiel asked,
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