Page 25 of Anatomy Lessons

My heart quivers at the sound of his belt buckle, and I look down to see his cock, thick and veiny, slide out from his briefs. I take a deep breath as he presses it against my hole. I’m dripping with anticipation.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, sliding the tip in. “So wet.”

“All for you. Use me. Fuck me however you want.”

With a deep groan, he thrusts inside, filling me completely with his swollen girth. I gasp and snatch a fistful of the sheets as he starts pumping. “Good girl. Take it all. Just like that.”

I close my eyes for an instant, and that’s when I feel it—a pressure like a mouth wrapping around my clit and sucking. My jaw drops as the vibration hums straight to my core, drawing a long moan from my lips.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, looking down at the new toy doing its job on me. Clark’s eyes blaze as he rocks his hips back and forth, fucking me while holding it just where it needs to be.

“You like it, don’t you?” he asks. “It feels good?”

I nod feverishly. “So good.”

A loving smile twists over his lips as he picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and deeper, stimulating my clit the entire time. It’s almost too much to handle, and within no time, I’m already at the edge.

“I want to feel you come on this cock,” he growls, rutting deeper, tickling my G-spot with his swollen crown. Hot waves of pleasure roll through me, sucking the air from my lungs as I stare up and into his gorgeous eyes.

My professor. My teacher. My husband.

“I’ll do anything for you, Professor,” I reply. “Just give me an A.”

Smirking, he snatches a fistful of my hair. “Oh, you’re an A student. You know that. And you’re about to take my cum in your tight little pussy.”

His words inflame me. Combined with the nearly painful stretch of his cock inside me and the sucking sensation of our new toy, it’s enough to send me over the edge.

My back arches, and my whole body convulses as his cock flexes, spraying a deliciously hot load so deep. I went on the pill after Marcus was born but recently came off. As I stare up at my husband, I see the look in his eyes.

We both know what this means.

“Get me pregnant,” I tell him. “Put a baby in me.”

“I’m filling you all the way up,” he groans back, burying every inch in me. I wrap my arms around him as he slumps down on me, the last spasms of his orgasm running through his enormous cock. Each one causes me to gasp, and I gently kiss the side of his cheek as I feel his release start to run down my butt and onto the bed.

Finally, after catching our breath together, I manage to find my voice again. “Yeah, I think that is a yes on that toy.”

Clark chuckles. “I thought you might say that.”

Sometimes I feel like I’m waking up in a dream. Sometimes I wonder if my life is too perfect to be real. But then I go about my day, I run my store, I kiss my husband, and I play with my beautiful boy, and I realize that no, I’m not dreaming. I just have a perfect life. Better than anything I ever could have imagined when I enrolled in Professor Durand’s class five years ago.

All I wanted then was to learn. And he taught me more than I ever could have imagined. I’m his A student and he’s my professor, and we’ve found our happily ever after.