The Professor's Double Delight Part: 4
The Professor's Double Delight Part: 4
Those words were Jack’s undoing. With a final, desperate stroke, he brought her over the edge once more. Scarlett cried out, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. She could feel Langston’s cock pulsing inside her, his seed spilling deep within her as he chased his own climax.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” Jack groaned, his voice raw with emotion. “You’re incredible.”
Langston’s thrusts became erratic, his pace faltering as he approached his own release. Scarlett could feel the tension in his body, how close he was. She wanted to see him fall apart, to know that she had driven him to the brink. “Come inside me,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible, yet filled with yearning.
With a final, deep thrust, Langston buried himself deep within her, his cock pulsing as he released himself, filling her with his warm seed. He held himself there for a moment, their bodies intertwined, both of them gasping for breath as they enjoyed the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Scarlett could feel the warmth spreading inside her, a combination of their releases, which sent another wave of satisfaction coursing through her.
As the intensity of their climaxes began to subside, Jack, still hard and insistent, leaned in closer. His breath brushed against Scarlett’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry.
Before Scarlett could respond, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock sliding easily into her now thoroughly lubricated channel. The sensation of being filled again so soon was almost too much to bear, a delicious overload of pleasure that left her trembling.
“Relax, love,” Jack urged, his voice soothing as he began to move inside her. “Just feel.”
And feel she did. Jack’s strokes were slow and steady, each thrust measured and deliberate. He was gentle, taking his time to savor every moment, every inch of her body. Scarlett’s inner walls clamped around him, welcoming his slow, sensual rhythm.
Langston moved in closer, his hands resting on Scarlett’s thighs as he watched them, still half-hard and eager. He reached down, his fingers brushing against Scarlett’s sensitive clit, adding another layer of sensation to the mix. Scarlett gasped, her body quivering under the dual stimulation.
“Please,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “More.”
Jack picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he pounded into her with increasing intensity. Langston’s fingers moved faster, his touch firm and insistent.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and muffled groans. Scarlett’s vision blurred with tears of pleasure, her mind a haze of sensation. She could feel every ridge and vein of Jack’s cock as he pistoned in and out of her, hitting that sweet spot deep within her that made her toes curl and her back arch even further.
“You feel so good,” Jack growled, his voice rough with arousal. “So tight and wet for me.”
Scarlett couldn’t respond; she could only moan, her vocal cords too overwhelmed to form coherent words. She threw her head back, exposing her neck to both men. Langston took the invitation, his teeth grazing her skin as Jack continued to fuck her with relentless precision. The combination of pain and pleasure shot through her like lightning, sending shocks of ecstasy radiating throughout her body.
Her inner walls clenched around Jack, milking him for every ounce of pleasure. She could feel herself nearing the edge again, her orgasm building like a tidal wave just below the surface. “I’m… I’m going to…” she panted, her voice breaking.
“Come for us, Scarlett,” Jack urged, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “Let go. Feel everything.”
That was all it took. With a sob of relief, Scarlett came, her entire body convulsing around Jack as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her inner muscles clamped down on him, squeezing him tight as she rode out her orgasm. She could feel the muscles of her pussy rippling around him, pulling him closer to his own release.
“Fuck,” Jack groaned, his grip on her hips tightening almost painfully. “You’re killing me.”
He thrust harder, deeper, his pace erratic as he chased his own climax. Scarlett could feel the tension in his body, how close he was. She wanted to see him fall apart, to know that she had driven him to the brink. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Come inside me.”
Those words sent him over the edge. With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep within her. He held himself there, his forehead resting against hers as they both caught their breath, their bodies slick with sweat.
For a moment, silence enveloped them, broken only by their heavy breathing. Scarlett lay sprawled across the desk, a satisfied smile on her lips. The three of them shared a connection that was raw and primal, a memory etched into the very fabric of the room.
Langston stepped back, allowing Jack to pull Scarlett into his embrace. She nestled against him, the warmth of his body grounding her as she savored the lingering aftershocks of their shared pleasure.
“You are indeed my favorite student, Scarlett,” Langston said, his voice low and teasing, breaking the brief silence.
Scarlett smiled, a lazy, satisfied grin that spoke of fulfillment and triumph. “I aim to please, Professor,” she replied, her voice soft and teasing.
In that moment, she felt a rush of exhilaration. They had crossed a line together, and nothing would ever be the same. She looked at both men, the thrill of their shared experience pulsing through her.
