Professor F

Chapter 30

"S—Sure." Flynn answered after a minute of silence.

He tucked her in his bed and kissed her forehead. She watched Flynn move around her, expecting him

to sleep beside her but he didn't. He went back to his study and leaves the door partly opened.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, still hearing the pouring rain. It's been minutes but she just

couldn't bring herself to sleep.

She sighed and decided to go to Flynn's study. He was looking outside the window with a glass of

brandy in hand and his back facing the door. He didn't see her.

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He slowly turns his swivel chair and puts the glass on his table. "What's wrong?"

"N—Nothing. I just—" I want you.

She walked towards him while he watched her. She boldly, slowly sits on his lap and kissed his lips as

she pulled his head close to hers.

And it's as if her kiss broke the spell he casted to restrain himself, he responded to her kiss

passionately with his hand tight around her waist. He pulls her back closer to his chest as he leaned

back on his chair.

His mouth traced the skin on her neck, to her shoulders as he unbuttons her pajamas, exposing her

breasts. She moaned and bends her back for him to freely suck on her nipples.

He removed her top and gently bites the skin on her breasts, licking and sucking. She grabbed on his

hair and pulled him even closer.

"I need to ask you s—something." She whispered.

He continued to kiss her skin. "Hmm."

"D—Did you bring other women with you when you visit the site projects in the past?"

He stopped and raised his face to look at hers before he smirked. "Are you jealous?"

She looked away, blushing.

"No, August. You're the only woman I brought with me."

"And the guys didn't ask why I was around?"

Flynn sighed as he looked down, as if thinking about whether he wants to answer her question or not.

"They already know who you are. They're my friends back in London, August."

"You talked about me with your friends?"

He looked away. "O—Of course we do talk about that."

"Why would you—"

"I love you, August."

She felt like she was dreaming. She must be. "W—What did you say?"

He chuckled as he kissed her lips. "No, you're not. You're awake. You heard me. And again, I love you,

August."

She was speechless. The rain stopped pouring, drops from the window pane echoed in the cold dark

night.

"I'm n—not sure I'm awake."

Flynn cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips, gently and passionately as he fondled on her

breast. He didn't stop until they were both breathless. "How's that for proving that you're not asleep?"

"But you're drunk. Again."

"I'm not drunk, August. I had some sips but only to help myself from leaving this room and make love to

you. I was hoping it would make me fall asleep even before I can step out of this room. But you came

here uninvited. I tried to stop myself, to keep my promise to your father."

She leaned forward and kissed his lips. She started to lift his shirt and he voluntarily pulled it over his

head. Her hands immediately touched his wide chest as they continued to share another passionate

kiss.

"Make love to me." She uttered under her breath.

She felt his hands grabbing her buttocks and carried her in bed. The moment her body touched his soft

bed, her breathing became ragged as his hands pulled her bottom pajamas down with her underwear.

He then stayed between her legs and kissed her wet folds, sucking and licking the juice. She grabs on

the bed sheet as she starts to feel her stomach clenching for her first peak. "Oh, Flynn! Yes." She

screamed as she felt her juice oozing out of her center. She felt his mouth sucking them dry while

pushing his tongue inside her, fucking her. "I'm coming again." She whispered as she lifts her upper

body to watch him between her thighs.

As soon as she had her climax, Flynn took a few seconds to gracefully undress in front of her. He joins

her again in bed, this time with his warm skin against hers.

Bare. Naked. Warm. No, it's warmer than before. There's something about tonight. Is it because he

finally confessed his feelings to her? Wait! Did I tell him I love him?

He lifts her left leg a little higher as he positioned himself between her thighs and gently puts his

hardness on her wet center. He looked into her eyes as he started to push deeper. She bites her lower

lip, she can feel her body in pain, being ripped apart as he pushes slowly.

Her fingernails leaving a mark on his back as she holds her breath. And she knew it finally happened

when he was catching his breath. She felt her wet folds contracting around his large shaft.

"Augustine." He whispered, as if he's in too much pleasure that he hugs her tighter while biting her

shoulder. "Ahh. Stop tightening up or I'll come right away." He begged.

"I'm sorry, I couldn’t—" She gasped as she hugged him even tighter.

"S—Stay still for me.”

She nodded as he take a deep breath and kissing her lips. She had to take a few deep breaths before

he started moving again. "I'll move now. Are you okay?"

She nodded as the tears fell from her eyes. "I love you, Flynn."

He smiled and kissed her tears away. "I love you most." He moves his hips gently, pushing in and out of

her folds, feeling her soft insides embracing his hardness. "Damn, August. You feel so good."

“Y—You, too. Keep doing it." She uttered, catching her breath.

He started moving faster and she learned to move with his rhythm, moving her hips to meet his deep

and fast thrusts. "I'm coming." They said almost in unison.

And she was still for a moment when she felt his warm cum filling her insides. Their breathing still

ragged as their bodies started to feel calmer after their intense lovemaking.

"I love you, August."

She kissed his lips and smiled. "I love you, Flynn."

"There's one more thing you need to know about me." He looked at her eyes while he's still hard inside

her.

"Should I be worried?"

"I hope not." He smiled.

"W—What is it?" She suddenly feel nervous.

"I'm Viscount Flynn Ferguson. I'm the son of Prince Frederick, The Earl of West and Lyndal, Countess

of West. I'm the Queen's youngest grandson."