Getting pleasure from pain makes me a sadist. I’ve been that way for as long as I can remember. Plagued by painful memories and a dark past, I use women to help me forget. I’ve done everything in my power to take control of my life, but there are some things I have no control over.People think they know who I am, but in reality, they know nothing. My name is Mason Cline. But after today, you will call me Professor Cline.
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“Don’t move,” I commanded as I nipped at her ear. “You move and I won’t let you come. Do you understand?” She let out a heavy breath and nodded slowly. Lowering myself down her body, I trailed my hand down her tits as I once again lowered my head to her pussy. Spreading her lips, I could see her pulsing with need as she tried not to raise her pussy to my face. Gripping her thighs, I lowered my head down again when she stopped moving, flicking at her clit in a fast speed before inserting two fingers to pump into her. She let out a gasp as I curved my finger into her g-spot, and I knew it was taking all of her control not to move her body into mine for more friction. Flicking my tongue a few more times, I pulled back and stopped pumping my fingers as soon as I felt the walls of her pussy start to clench. She groaned in frustration as the need took over her senses. Her breathing slowed and I resumed my position, sucking on her clit and causing her to buck into me. Although I’d usually pull away, my own arousal was starting to take over. My hips were moving on their own accord, looking for friction against the bed. I groaned into her pussy as her heavy breathing turned into deep moans. Keeping at my assault on the bed, I removed my fingers and lowered my mouth to lick up her juices, running my tongue from her entrance to her clit. She groaned every time I flicked at her clit lightly, causing me to pump into the bed faster. I knew if I kept it up, I’d end up releasing in my pants. I needed to be inside her. I let go of her legs, moving them off my shoulders, and climbed off the bed. I watched as she clamped her legs closed trying to get some friction for her aching pussy, an ache only I could soothe. “I’m going to fuck you now, princess,” I told her as I undid my belt and dropped my pants to the floor.
I have been waiting for Professor Cline since JM revealed the blurb and cover. This book sounded right up my alley.
Our heroine, Emmalyn is a struggling law student. She is sweet and kind and full of promise and hope. Our hero Mason Cline is dark, haunted and sexy. Night and day is the best way to describe this couple. I’d like to say they worked together well, but Mason just refused to let Emma’s light in.
The sexual pull they shared was explosive. Mason tried to stay away, Emma knew she should stay away but they just couldn’t. Mason treats Emma like shit and I couldn’t believe she kept going back for more. But every time, Mason opened up more and more drawing her back in. The sex in this book was hot hot hot!!! Ms LaRocca knows how to turn up the heat.
There were a lot of components to this book that I never saw coming and really made the story stand out from other similar stories. The book doesn’t end in a cliffhanger but it definitely leaves you wanting to know what happens next.