Mated to My Sexy Professor

　　Elena's POV.

　　There I was on this Sex Lord bed his blue eyes pierced on mine. But much worse. With him touching me. As I gazed into his eyes I felt a shiver run down my spine, something I have never felt before, even with that bastard that cheated on me.

　　I can't help but notice the way his messy black hair curls slightly at the nape of neck. Jeez! I felt like playing with his hair badly.

　　The only thing I wanted now was to scream his name on the top of my lungs till he made me cum.

　　The ache down in my core was becoming painful and I was so wet that my thighs were turning slippery.

　　He wasn't talking, just looking. His dark brows snap together. "You haven't cum before?" I shook my head.

　　I felt a flutter in my chest as he whispers, "I will make you cum," his voice low and husky.

　　Half asleep, my mind wandered back to today's events, and I couldn't help but replay the image of his lips on hers.

　　My annoyance grew, and I muttered under my breath, "I hate you, bastard." In a moment of anger, I even thought to myself, "If I had my way, you would be dead." My mind was racing with bitter thoughts, fueled by jealousy and resentment.

　　"Are you thinking of anyone else? Kitten," he asked as he spanked my ass, snapping me back to reality.

　　I shook my head wondering where he got that name from. Was I that small?

　　I watched as he slowly removed his suit. As he took off his white shirt, his shoulders were broad and he had a chiseled chest. I licked my lips. I wanted to trace his abs. This wasn't my first time having sex, but there was something about him that made me yearn for him.

　　"Your body needs mine, I'm going to make it all better." He groaned.

　　He was unlike that idiot who cheated on me. Sex Lord, on the other hand, made me horny by just by staring at me. While that idiot and I had to watch a porn before we could have sex, and yet, he still cheated on me.

　　He leans down and captures my mouth in a hard, seeking a kiss. "You were made for me, darling," he grates when he pulls away.

　　His eyes trailed its gaze down to my boobs, he looked at it as if it was a treasure, and it made me feel very much vulnerable.

　　He moved back, raking his hands along his head, making it more messy.

　　My chest shudders up and down as he moves closer and closer till he closes the gap between us.

　　He leans down and hooks his finger in the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my thighs, knees, calves, and ankles…before dropping them to the floor.

　　What's he going to do with me? Anything he wants? The painful truth was that I would allow anything. More moisture coats my thighs under his body. His jawline was strong and he had well defined cheekbones.

　　His watchful blue eyes and he groans, falling to his knees on the floor, lunging forward on his elbows to lick me straight up the center.

　　A scream catches in my throat, my vision wavering. H-he licked me. There. A sensation I've never known gathers in my middle, a storm full of thunderheads preparing to break.

　　Sex Lord was alternating between the gentle suction and rolling the flat of his tongue over me, side to side, teasing it with quick, little flickers.

　　"Oh my Gosh," I scream, my head thrashing "My Gosh, my Gosh, my Gosh."

　　"Wrong name baby girl, Gosh isn't making you feel this way, I am."

　　I tried to moan out his name but for some reason, all I could say was. "Oh my Sex Lord, Oh my Sex Lord."

　　That seemed to drive him off the edge because he pressed my knees wide on the bed, the pink folds of my femininity blooming open for his blessed tongue.

　　His expression is almost feral as he licks the gloss off my thighs, savoring it like communion, his nostrils flaring, fingers tightening on my knees like he can't help it.

　　And then he goes back in for more, tucking his tongue inside my opening and wiggling it around until my back arches off the bed.

　　"I'll do anything," I was not even sure what I was asking for. "Please, please. I'll do anything.

　　He moans into a thorough lick, the pupils of his eyes having bled into the blue irises, making them black. Sweat dots his brow, his big shoulders heaving.

　　He made a 'V' with his fingers using it to open me up even more. My body explodes like an atom bomb, my senses shooting out in five directions, that wire inside me snapping, finally finally snapping.

　　My scream brings pain to my ears, but I can't stop. I can't stop rubbing my convulsing flesh all over his tongue, and can't stop my legs from trying to gather him closer. All the while, he's snarling and lapping at me, the lower half of his face covered in my essence……..

　　*********The early morning sun shines directly in my eyes and I groaned, "Mercy please drop the curtain," I mumbled, tossing around.

　　But I didn't hear any footsteps. I opened my eyes and yelled, "Mercy!" only to realize I wasn't at the hostel.

　　I groaned, covering my face, feeling disoriented. I turned around and saw him fast asleep, and I couldn't help but admire his long eyelashes. How can someone be this handsome even at sleep?

　　I had to restrain myself from reaching out to touch him, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber.

　　I slowly got up, dragging my sore legs over to where my dress was, trying not to make any noise and disturb him. I could swear I have bruises in between my legs right now.

　　I put on my dress and stared at myself in the mirror, only to spot a love bite on my neck. "Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed, using my hands to try and rub it away, but it was still there. I felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. "How could he?" I thought to myself.

　　I turned around to face him, feeling like hitting him and screaming at him. "Is this how he treats every stranger he meets, giving them a love bite? This was just a one-night thing, what do I do?" I groaned, feeling frustrated and mortified.

　　I watched as he turned around, and I held my breath, closing my eyes, hoping he was still asleep. I slowly opened my eyes, and he was still asleep, and I let out a sigh of relief.

　　I really have no intention of forming ties with this man, even though last night was wild. This was my first time trying something like this - he was just an attractive stranger I had picked up from the bar, and now this idiot gave me a love bite!

　　"I can't believe I had sex with a stranger! Who does that? Definitely me, Elena! I was so upset about what happened earlier that I went to the bar, forgetting I have a low tolerance for alcohol. I got drunk and ended up with this...this...sex lord! Ugh! And to make matters worse, he gave me a love bite! How could he?!"

　　My phone beeped, and I picked it up, my eyes widening as I read the message.

　　My gaze darted back and forth between the stranger and my phone.