Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 56 I push up Haven's skirt until it's bundled at her lower back, baring everything. "Jesus, this ass..." I groan, kneading her plump cheeks with one hand, the other gripping her makeshift handcuffs. She rocks forward at the pressure, but I tug her back, and she throws me a frustrated look over her shoulder, like I'm taking too long to dick her. I'd drag this out all night. Fuck, all morning, too. But I nearly came in my pants from the way she unraveled at my touch.

I try not to think about which part got me the hardest-her talking about Rooke fucking her, or how she just let me fuck her with an ice pick. The torture of holding back is exquisite, but I'm ready to end my suffering. Judging from the open pleading on her face, she's ready too. I yank my dick out of my sweatpants, holding it by its thick, hard shaft and giving it a slow rub. The sound she makes and the wide-eyed look she throws over her shoulder when I tug her ass cheek aside and spit on her pussy has me smirking at her as I line up.

I have to bite back a groan at how fucking amazing she feels when I finally push into her. I try to tease her, going slow so I can feel her hot walls adjusting to every inch I feed inside. Her frustrated whimpers tell me I'm doing it just right, but the need to fuck her hard and rough, shoving every inch of my cock inside, it overwhelms me in seconds. I yank at her improvised handcuffs, bowing her back so her ass plumps out even more, and ram home. Haven cries out, and I can't tell if it's in pleasure or pain. I don't stop to psychoanalyze. I fuck her even harder.

My hips slap against her bouncy ass, and I swear each thump gets my dick harder than before. It feels like seconds pass before the pulsing at the base of my spine warns me I'm about to offload. I pull out, choking the base of my dick as I desperately fight the urge to shoot my load all over Haven's ass. "Why the fuck are you stopping?" She twists to look at me, and I swear there's a pout on her lips. "Are you seriously gonna come already?" "Jesus," I mutter, shoving my dick back inside her. I almost wish she'll keep talking smack like that, because it shot me straight down to earth again.

"Shut the hell up, would you?" "Shouldn't you be fucking me so hard I can't-" She cuts off with an unsteady gasp as I press my thumb against her asshole. "Okay, okay!" I swear there's a hint of laughter in her voice, but I'm too busy fucking her to figure out what the hell she finds so funny. I do like the way her pussy tightens around my cock when I start rubbing her asshole, though. So I keep doing it, threatening to dip inside with every thrust. "That shit with Rooke is never gonna happen," I tell her, hoping the declaration will stop my brain repeating that bullshit to me nonstop.

"Already happened," she pants. "Again!" I slam inside to make my point. "It's not happening again, you fucking slut!" "Sure, baby," she croons. "Whatever you say, baby." I pound into her until she stops laughing, but then I have to stop and catch my fucking breath. This fucking woman. I bury myself deep inside her and lean back, gathering saliva in my mouth and letting it drip onto her asshole. She's so busy moaning and grinding against me to get another inch of my dick inside her, I doubt she notices.

Her whimper when I push the tip of my thumb inside her asshole is as much an answer as the way her pussy grips my dick. I groan, rocking back and forward as slowly as I can manage, giving us both just enough friction, and yet, way too little at the same time. "Fuck, Kai, come on," she whines. "Come on what?" I say through a chuckle as I pump my finger in and out of her asshole. "Your ass? Your cunt? Or this tight little hole of yours?" I don't even know she's close to coming until she does. Her pussy clenches my cock, and I can't help but groan in agony as I struggle not to come too.

She shoves back so hard I almost fall off the sofa. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she grits out, thumping her ass into my hips. I try not to let it affect me. I try not to fuck her any harder. But edging myself when I'm alone in my dorm room is nowhere near the same as when I have my cock balls-deep inside the only girl I've ever wanted to fuck. The only one I have ever fucked. Because I've been waiting for Haven for much, much longer than three years. I've been waiting for her my entire fucking life. I let go of the fabric binding her wrists, grabbing her hips so I can plow violently into her pussy.

The slap of our bodies sounds so fucking good, but it feels even better. Fuck, this moment is so surreal. Haven and me in this cabin in the middle of the woods. Mine, and mine alone. She can kid around as much as she wants, but I'm never letting her near Rooke again. Never letting him touch her, say her name, even fucking look at her again. Don't know how the fuck I'm gonna pull it off, but it'll be my life's mission from here on out. Mine. Only. Always.

As if she agrees, binding herself to the unspoken contract I've just dreamed up in my head, Haven moans out a breathless, "Yes, fuck, please, Kai! Harder!" "Jesus," I mutter, going even harder. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! I want you inside my fucking ovaries when I come." The thought, her words, the way her pussy fists my cock, it shoves me over the edge so fast it's like I'm having an out-of-body experience. My balls tighten as I yank her against me. One hand on her throat, the other on her stomach keeping her in place as I empty my load deep, deep inside her.

Cum coats my dick as I circle my hips, the sensations sending an unholy shudder of ecstasy through my body. How many times did this fantasy play out in my mind while I had my dick in one hand, my phone abandoned in the other? Because it was always the same-I'd watch porn, feel myself on the edge, and when I was ready to come, my eyes would close... And whose face would emerge in the darkness behind my lids? Haven. Every. Fucking. Time. I fought it the first few times. Tried inserting a porn star instead. But Haven Lee's hold on me only got stronger.

It was easier to surrender than to keep fighting. Now those years-fuck, decades-of fantasies are finally taking physical form. None of the weird shit that happened after the Rain Dance, when we were all tweaking so hard, it's a surprise any of us even remember anything. This is like scratching an itch that's been out of reach for so long, it's become torture. I pull out, wishing I could see the cum creaming my dick, but in this cabin's gloomy light, it's all just a blurry mess. I duck down and sink my teeth into her ass so hard that I taste blood.

She yells, tries to kick me, laughs, and then bursts into tears. "Haven?" Jesus, what's happening? Did I bite her too hard? It's only when Haven wraps her arms around herself that I realize just how naked she is. "Hey, hey...shh..." I whisper, dragging her over the back of the sofa with me and cradling her shuddering body in my lap. Haven feels so tiny and helpless as she shivers against my body, like a little puppy someone left out in the rain. She's only cried in front of me a few times before. Once, when we both almost drowned in the creek.

On Friday night, when me and Rooke were done fucking her. And that afternoon in the woods, when I killed that squirrel. My heart clenches at that last memory. I shove it out of my mind as quickly as I can, and clutch her even tighter, as if I can stop her shivers with sheer force. "Shh. You're okay. You're okay." I rock her, smoothing hair out of her face and planting a dozen tiny kisses over her cheek, her jaw, the side of her neck, her shoulder. Her sobbing subsides a little, then she turns her head.

I study every inch of her face, trying to ignore the sullen anger in her eyes as she stares right back. "I've never told you how fucking beautiful you are," I murmur, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Her lips thin. "You were too busy calling me a slut." "Yeah, fine, I'll stop." I bury my head in her damp hair, chuckling. "Guess it doesn't matter how many guys you've slept with. It's not like we were exclusive or anything." "Exclusive?" She shoves me so hard, she almost hits the floor when she loses her balance.

I'm on my feet as quickly as she is, because I assume she's headed for the ice pick. But she just stands there, hands balled into fists, looking so fucking gorgeous with her mussed up hair, her bare tits heaving. She stabs a finger toward me. "Fuck you!" I make a grab for her. She tries to fend me off, but I drag her closer despite her protests, forcing her down on the sofa with me. "I'm not a slut! What's it going to take to get that into your thick skull?" "Calm down," I murmur against her hair, inhaling the perfume of us. "I don't know what you heard, but it's a lie!" Her voice chokes up.

"I never fucked anyone!" "Okay, okay." I rock her in my lap. "Bad intel, then." "Fucking 'course it is," she mutters. "He put a lot of shit inside me, but never his dick." She squeaks at how hard my grip gets. I can barely form words, and even then, I barely get them past my clenched jaw. "He...what? Who?" I feel her shaking her head against my chest. "Nothing. Forget I said anything." "Jesus, Haven." I drag her away, hands on either side of her head. "You don't get to trauma dump on me like that without giving me details." Her lip curls into a sneer.

"You're fucking sick." "Not those details." I shake her, but gently this time, because she suddenly feels fragile as a butterfly's wing. How the fuck could she withstand all the shit I've put her through the past few weeks after...after whatever the hell happened? Thɪs chapter is updated by fιɴdnοvel.net "Who. Hurt. You." It's not a question. It's a pronouncement. And she knows, whoever it is, I'm going to kill them with my bare hands. I see the struggle on her face, even in the dim light.

"Lenny." I know the name, but there's no face to put to it, even after rousing up every memory of Haven's uncle in my head. Haven only started coming to the woods after her mother died, and I only saw glimpses of her father. Even the time I went to confront him, he was alone. "You don't know him," she says quietly, like she sees the struggle on my face. "He only came by a couple times after my mom died." "And that's when he-" I cut off at a shake of her head. "After I met you at the maple tree, Dad shoved me in the car and told me we were going on holiday." She lets out a bitter laugh.

"Didn't believe him for shit, but what choice did I have? You weren't around anymore. I didn't have anywhere else to go." Guilt is burning a hole through my chest, making my mouth dry and my heart hammer painfully inside my chest. I had just as little choice as Haven when my parents moved out of the trailer park. "We ended up at my uncle's apartment in Ashwood Crossing. Shit was okay for a few weeks, but all it took was Dad passing out one night before Lenny⁠-" She inhales a shuddering breath. "He said I had to pay rent, since my dad couldn't.

Else he'd put us out on the street." "Jesus-" "Don't." She puts a hand, shaking her head. "Don't get angry. Don't think about revenge. Whatever shit is going on in your head, drop it." "But-" "I mean it, Kai." Her blue eyes are wide, insistent. "It's in the past, and it's fucking staying there. You kick up old shit, and it's just gonna start stinking all over again." I scoff.

"You think I'm going to let that sick fuck keep breathing after what you just told me?" "I'm telling you to leave it alone." "And I'm telling you there's no fucking way I can." Her mouth turns down at the corners as she slowly shakes her head. "I don't want to hate you," she whispers mournfully. "But you make it so fucking easy." I study her, warring with myself. Bobby has been on my shitlist for years for the blatant neglect and casual misogyny he forced Haven to endure when she was a kid.

I don't even ask if she told him...because I don't want to hear her admit that he probably knew and did nothing. But this Lenny guy... I don't know what he looks like, which will make finding him and ending his pathetic life difficult. But I can find Bobby. And I can make him talk. Lenny could be taking a dirt nap before midterms. "Fine," I grate. "I'll leave the past in the fucking past." "Good. That's where it belongs." She snuggles in a little closer, and lets out a huff, her body finally relaxing. "I enjoyed that," she blurts out, sounding grumpy about it.

"I want to do it again." My hand creeps between her thighs, but she smacks it away. "Ow!" "Really think I'm in the mood after what I just told you, you idiot?" As if to take the sting out of her words, she adds a softer, "Later. We have time." My heart hitches in my chest. Which is ridiculous, because why the fuck should I care if Haven wants to have sex with me again? Because it's Haven. And it's me. I've gone from never wanting to let her out of my sight, to never wanting to see her again. And now? Straight back to an overwhelming urge to possess every inch of her until the end of time.

She makes as if to stand, but I tighten my grip around her middle, keeping her in place. Her tits bounce, and it's a physical effort not to stare at them. I grab her chin instead, and press my lips to hers. She immediately parts hers, letting my tongue slip into her mouth. It's just as hard not to push her back onto the sofa and go another round. But after what she just told me, it wouldn't feel right. So I fill up on the sweet wetness of her warm mouth instead, drinking her down until I'm giddy with her taste. "Promise me something," I whisper when we finally break off the kiss.

"Maybe." Her hand strokes my chest through the damp fabric of my hoodie like she's tracing the contours of my pecs. "Promise me you won't fuck Rooke again." The thought of Rooke touching her again makes something feral and violent claw at my chest. I'd burn down the entire fucking college before I let that happen. Sure, it got me hard when she told me she wanted me to watch her fuck him...but she could have told me anything, and I'd have been turned on. When Haven doesn't reply, I lean back to cup her face, tilting her head until she's forced to look at me.

Her gaze skitters over my face before settling on my eyes. "On one condition," she says, her eyes slitting. A spike of annoyance shoots through me, but I stifle it. Why am I surprised that she's trying to bargain with me? "What?" She smirks at me. "You're not allowed to fuck him either."