Only Love

by Fiona Davenport

  Her deep green eyes had taken on a dreamy quality, and she was staring at my lips as I spoke, twirling a piece of her long copper hair around one finger. When I finished, her gaze lifted to meet mine, and her cheeks burned at being caught ogling. I smirked, filing away how she melted at my voice for later use. It was bound to come in handy.

  “Ms. Kennedy?” I prompted.

  “Yes, Dr. Grey?” Her voice had a slightly breathy quality to it that had the blood in my body draining into my cock. I wanted to hear her say my name just like that when I had my mouth on her.

  I shut down those thoughts, knowing I still had to stand in front of a classroom full of students for the next two hours. Trying to teach while hiding a raging hard on wasn’t a situation I wanted to experience. “After class,” I reminded her. It was all I could grit out given the tightness of my muscles as I mentally fought off the physical signs of my need for her.

  “Oh, right. Okay.”

  With a sharp nod, I pivoted on my heel and stalked over to the smart board mounted on the front wall. I dived back into the quiz and focused on doing my job, which I was normally very good at. At least before London became the center of my whole world.

  Chapter 4

  Liam

  Time seemed to drag on, and I struggled to keep from giving London all my attention. It didn’t help that she seemed to get lost in my voice, and every time I spoke, she would squirm a little in her seat. Fucking hell. She was going to be the death of me.

  At ten minutes to the hour, I dismissed the class, unable to fake it for any longer. I stowed my computer and teaching materials in my bag, all the while keeping one eye on London who appeared to be engrossed in something on her phone. She wouldn’t slip away from me again.

  When the last student exited the classroom, I took a couple of steps toward her but then stopped because the door was still open. I knew if I got too close to her right now, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. “London.”

  Her head popped up, and her eyes darted around, taking in the fact that we were now alone. She was slow to return her gaze to my face, and when she did, I smiled and motioned for her to come to me. Her dimples popped when her pink lips curved in response as she stood and hesitantly strolled in my direction.

  I waited for her to pass me, then followed behind to make sure she didn’t deviate from the path to my office. My eyes dropped to her round, juicy ass, and I grinned. The view from back here wasn’t bad either.

  In the hallway, the same teacher who’d tried to waylay me on Friday attempted to do so again. I averted my gaze from London’s backside and shook my head, grumbling, “Meeting.”

  We reached my office door, and I put a hand on London’s arm to keep her in place while I unlocked it. I didn’t want her to leave my sight or be out of reach. I wasn’t sure how long it was going to take to get over her running from me, if ever. So, she’d just have to get used to being permanently by my side. And there weren’t many things I wouldn’t do to make sure that happened.

  My hand moved to her elbow, and I guided her inside, then shut the door behind me. I released her arm, and my hand immediately felt empty, missing the way our skin heated wherever we touched. It was so quiet, I could hear her breaths, and I felt a shot of triumph when I noticed that they were coming a little faster than normal.

  She was facing the window behind my desk that looked out over the quad but spun around when the click of the lock broke the tense silence. Her mouth formed a little O, and my knees weakened when I pictured those lips swallowing my big cock. She was small, so I didn’t know if she’d be able to take all ten inches. I’d teach her how to control her gag reflex and relax her jaw so she could take as much as possible and didn’t struggle with my sizable girth. My dick was pulsing with every beat of my heart, and the tip struggled to escape the waistband of my pants.

  London looked at the door with a furrowed brow, her expression unsure. Then her green eyes landed on me before bouncing back to the door. “Dr. Grey…”

  My knees buckled, and I almost fell to the floor. Fuck, I needed to hear her pant that name while my head was between her legs and my tongue was buried in her virgin hole. I was going to demand she call me that any time I spanked her sweet ass. A tiny amount of come squirted from my cock, and I cursed myself for not bringing an extra pair of pants. I still needed to get London out to my car and home before I set him free.

  “Liam, baby girl,” I told her as I prowled toward her, forcing her to back up until she bumped into my desk. “I’ll tell you when to call me Dr. Grey outside the classroom.”

  “Bu-but…I don’t think it’s appropriate to…What are you doing?” she sputtered as I gripped her hips and set her on the tabletop.

  “We’re going to have a talk, baby girl,” I growled as I pushed her knees apart and moved to stand between her legs. I wanted to get a few things straight, then I’d take her home and work on putting my baby inside her.

  “About my grade?” she squeaked as my palms glided up the tops of her thighs, only stopping when they were tucked beneath her skirt.

  I shook my head, and my mouth kicked up at the side, amused at her naïveté. Her innocence was as alluring as the thought of the naughty girl I was positive she had inside her. “We can talk about your grade if you want, London. But it might be hard for you to hear anything I say with your pussy in my mouth.”

  London gasped, her eyes wide with shock and her hands cupping her burning cheeks. However, her body reacted instinctively, just as it had the last time she’d been in my arms. Her legs tightened and her nipples pebbled, making my mouth water. I leaned in and licked her lips as my hands continued their journey up until my fingers encountered the thin band of elastic that held her panties together.

  Her mouth opened, and I took advantage, pressing my lips to hers and sliding my tongue into the cavern. I groaned as the taste of cherries and woman burst on my tongue. I’d been dying to know if it was really as delicious as I’d built it up in my mind to be. It was so much fucking better.

  My control was slipping, and I tried to tell myself to back off and wait until I had her spread out on our bed. But the horny beast inside me begged for just a small sample to tide him over. I angled my head to deepen our kiss and used one hand to grab the front of her underwear and yank. The flimsy strings easily gave way, and I tore the panties from her body and shoved them in my pocket.

  London jerked back and stared at me. Her face was a mask of shock with the exception of her eyes...the green gems were burning with desire, begging for more. I grinned and drew my index finger up her slit, then brought it to my mouth and sucked it clean. “Liam!” she choked out, shaking her head even as her body shuddered with pleasure.

  “Relax, baby girl,” I crooned. My head dipped to cover one of her hard nipples with my mouth as my finger returned to her drenched pussy. I slid it up between her folds this time, circling her clit before playing around her entrance. Another gush of liquid dripped down my hand, and I was salivating to taste it. London’s palms were flat on the desk behind her for support, and she arched her back, thrusting her breast farther into my mouth with a whimper. l continued to play with her pussy while I sucked and nipped at both nipples until the fabric covering them was so wet it was practically transparent and hid nothing from my eyes. Her rosy peaks were big and round, just like her tits.

  My fingers were still teasing her pussy, but after a minute of admiring her chest, I frowned and stilled their movement. London cried out in protest, and my angry gaze locked with her desperate one. “Are you wearing a bra, baby girl?” I growled, my tone dark and threatening.

  London bit her lip, making my fury climb because I didn’t want anyone’s teeth nibbling her lips but mine. Not even her own. She didn’t respond, and I simply stared at her with a raised eyebrow. After a moment, the intensity seemed to make her squirm, and she whispered, “No. I can’t with the way it’s cut. But this shirt doesn’t need one...unless…” she trailed off and briefly glanced down at he
r chest.

  I narrowed my eyes. “Unless you’re turned on?” I filled in the blank.

  She nodded, and the flush on her skin deepened. “It’s never been a problem before,” she muttered, her gaze dropping to my chin.

  Her comment lightened my mood. Knowing she’d not only saved herself for me but also hadn’t even physically reacted to another man made me want to beat my chest like a fucking caveman and smugly announce that I was the only one who could make this gorgeous body react. “No more going out without a bra, London,” I commanded. “Is that clear?” I didn’t want anyone witnessing how her body reacted to me.

  “Okay,” she agreed softly, and I gave her a sweet kiss to let her know how much I appreciated her quick reply.

  The rational part of me started knocking harder in my head, indicating that now would be the perfect time to hit pause and leave campus. I barely noticed because my fingers were being controlled by the same fucker that took direction from my cock.

  My hand was coated in her juices, and I couldn’t wait a second longer to taste her. I dropped to the ground and wedged my shoulders between her legs. Shoving her skirt up, I stopped for a moment to admire her glistening, bare pink pussy.

  “Liam?” she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

  “Stop thinking, baby girl. Just feel.” I pushed her knees apart, then used my thumbs to hold her pussy lips open. I inhaled deeply and another little spurt of come erupted from my cock as her scent filled my lungs. Cherries. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top and swirled my tongue around her clit before dragging it back down.

  “Holy cow,” she breathed as her body trembled with desire. A smile creased my face because she was so fucking cute.

  I licked her a few more times before spearing my stiffened tongue inside her channel. London cried out, and I popped up to look at her flushed, dazed face. “You have to keep quiet, baby girl,” I warned her firmly, “or I’ll have to stop.” I nibbled on her clit for a second before asking, “You want me to stop?” I prayed that she didn’t say yes because I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to.

  Her eyes widened and looked a little wild when she jerked her head from side to side. Her silky, copper hair swished around her with the movement of her head, and I added pulling her hair while I pounded into her from behind to the list of things I intended to do to her when I got her home.

  For now, I was focused on eating her pussy until she flooded my mouth with her sweet nectar. I returned to my task, building up her tension and pushing her closer and closer to her peak. The first time I sucked her clit hard into my mouth, her hips bucked, and she cried out again. “London,” I growled. That last thing we needed was for someone to figure out what we were doing in here. Not just because we were breaking the rules but also because I hated the idea of anyone seeing or hearing my girl orgasm.

  “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. She fell back on the desk and covered her mouth with her hands. I grunted and went back to feasting on her. Her new position elevated her hips slightly but put her in an awkward position with her ass half off the desk and her legs dangling at my sides. I was sure it was uncomfortable, so I lifted each limb and rested them on my shoulders.

  It wasn’t long before she was writhing in desperation, her pussy bucking up into my mouth, begging me to give her what she wanted. Her moans and cries were muffled behind both of her hands, but they were still music to my ears. I was anxious to hear the symphony of her screams on full volume when I fucked her in our home.

  My cock was near to bursting, and I knew I needed to get her off now before I lost it and wasted a load of jizz in my pants rather than her womb. So I added a finger to the mix, working it inside her tight pussy while my mouth and tongue focused on her little bundle of nerves. Damn, it was a struggle to get just one digit in her slick hole. For a moment, I wondered if she would ever be able to take my monster dick inside her. Then I dismissed the worry. London was made for me. It might take some time, but we’d break her in eventually so she could take me to the root.

  All the thoughts about my cock in her pussy were shredding my remaining sanity. I took a little more time to get a second finger in and stretch her contracted muscles. An orgasm would help to soften her and make it easier to get her ready for the invasion of my thick girth. She was primed at this point anyway, so I scraped the pads of my digits along her most sensitive inner spot and pinched her clit in my teeth.

  Her back arched, and her legs shook violently. Hot, sticky come filled my mouth as she screamed into her hands. I lost the battle with my cock, and it started spurting come. Oh, fuck no. My seed was reserved for filling London’s pussy.

  Chapter 5

  Liam

  I shot to my feet and whipped out my dick. My skin was stretched to the max, and the cream-covered tip was swollen and an angry purple color.

  London was still coming hard, so I wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed my cock in until just the tip was buried in her heat. I groaned as her muscles spasmed and contracted around me, squeezing so hard that black spots danced in front of my eyes. I wanted to slam into her until I was balls deep, but I wasn’t so far gone that I would chance hurting her like that.

  Slowly, I entered her, stopping after another inch to let her adjust to my size. It was fucking killing me to be patient, but the feel of her virginity helped keep me from ruthlessly plowing into her and causing her more pain than was necessary.

  My girl was coming down from her orgasmic high, and I wanted to keep her body loose so popping her cherry would only cause a pinch of discomfort. I shoved her shirt up, and her tits spilled free. They were mouthwatering. She was barely an adult, but London had the fullness and curves of a woman. My hips rocked back and forth, continuing to stretch her while I twisted and plucked her nipples. London moaned and her hands dived into her hair, clutching the strands as she clenched her eyes shut.

  “London,” I rasped. “Look at me.” Her reaction was slow, but she followed my direction and met my gaze. “I need you to play with your sexy tits, but you’ll have to keep quiet without your hands over your mouth. Can you do that for me?”

  She nodded, then shook her head, then nodded, then stared at me with her uncertain, passion-filled emeralds. I chuckled and gently squeezed her mounds. “You have to decide, baby girl. Can you do what I’ve asked?”

  “Yes,” she panted, nodding with determination.

  “Good girl,” I praised and placed a kiss on each hard peak. Then I circled her wrists with my fingers and brought her hands to her breasts. She started manipulating her nipples the way I’d been doing, and when she mashed her lips together to muffle a moan, I was satisfied that I could continue. My eyes dropped to my cock, and I used my thumbs to part her folds. Watching me disappear inside her and reappear covered in a mixture of our essences was hot as fuck.

  She was slick and sliding inside was becoming a little less difficult, though her pussy seemed to have an aversion to letting me go. I changed things up and used the middle and index fingers of one hand to hold her open, then used my other center digit to draw circles around her clit. It was swollen and peeking out from its hood as though searching for my touch. I pressed it down at the same moment that I punched my hips forward and broke through London’s hymen, then paused to make sure she was okay. She hissed and froze for one second, but I barked at her to keep playing with her tits, and I continued to toy with her clit.

  Damn, she had my cock in a steel grip, and if she didn’t ask me to move soon, I was pretty sure I would lose my ever-loving mind. “How’re you feeling, baby girl?” I gritted through clenched teeth.

  She wiggled, and we both moaned in unison. Then she locked her eyes on mine and licked her lips before whispering, “More.”

  It was like breaking a dam, flooding my body with a hunger that washed away the last of my self-control. The beast inside me took over, and I grabbed London’s ass, yanking her forward as I plunged in, bottoming out in one thrust. London yelped, and I glared at her while sh
e put a hand over her mouth.

  Suddenly, there was a sharp tap on my door, and we froze. “Liam?” Son of a bitch. It was the dean of my department. “Is that you?” The doorknob jiggled, and I sang a mental hallelujah for remembering to lock the door.

  London was staring at me with those deer caught in headlights eyes again, and I put a finger to my lips to warn her to stay quiet. “Yeah, Vanessa. That was me,” I called. My body didn’t give a fuck that my boss was on the verge of finding me screwing a student in my office, and my cock jumped in her hot, wet passageway. London’s hands had returned to clasping her hair, and when she whimpered, I slapped my hand over her mouth to silence her. “I dropped a stapler on my foot,” I lied, letting the pain of keeping still inside my girl bleed through my voice. It seemed as good an explanation as any for my tone and why I would have yelped.

  The knob twisted again, and I pressed my hand harder on London’s mouth when I couldn’t stop myself from pulling back and thrusting deep again. There was something about being so close to getting caught that was ratcheting up my arousal. “Do you need anything? Can I help?”

  I thrust again, then cleared my throat to mask my groan. “I’m good, thanks,” I coughed to cover another grunt as I retreated almost to the tip and slammed back into London’s snug pussy. Her tits were bouncing from her rapid breathing, though it was clear she was struggling to draw in oxygen with my hand clamped over her mouth. My hand was so big that I hadn’t realized I’d been covering her nose as well. However, to my surprise, her eyes had darkened to almost black and her pupils were dilated and glazed over with passion. I experimentally thrust again, while I placed my other hand on her throat and gently squeezed. London’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her inner muscles clamped down so hard I thought my dick just might break in half. “Fuck!” The exclamation slipped from my mouth before I was able to stop myself.