All Chapters of Her Feral Professor [ Your Professor Shouldn't Taste You]: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Zane Orion POV::She sets me out of control, I am like a wild animal going insane on her scent. I hope I don't bruise her with my reckless hard passion. Her soft skin yields under my roaming hands, claiming every inch of her body I can reach as I thrust into her deeper and deeper from behind. She fits snuggly around me and the feel of her tight warmth sucking me in is something that could drive the strongest man to his knees. I hold on by sheer will. Her breathy moans and gasps are like music to my ears, my heart beats like a bass instrument gone haywire in my chest. "Zane. Zane. Zane." She pants and moans. I can only grunt in response. Deep animalistic grunts that come from somewhere deep inside me where all the masculinity emanates from. She makes me feel like so much of a man, I don't think that even makes any sense but it is what I feel. I reach forward and grab her full breast, squeezing hard, her entire body responds to me, quivering and jerking into my thrusts. "You are stre

"Fancy seeing you here, Alex!" She says to me, that creepy plastic smile still on her face, a cold hand climbs up my spine. The expression on my face is stuck between reciprocating her smile and freezing in genuine terror. Claire, of all people to run into is the absolute worst option. My brain is in a frenzy, just trying to put together the possibility of what I am seeing. How does she just show up every time I am with Zane? Is she stalking me? What does she know and what has she seen? My mouth goes dry."Hi." I manage a feeble response that is barely audible. "Miss McBride?" Zane says, taking her attention away from me as I blush hard under the bright lights of the store. Guilty and nervous as fuck. A bead of sweat pops out on my forehead. "Yes sir! Do you stay around here?" Claire asks, all chirpy and bright, bouncy, girly and all the ways she acts with him that repulses me. Except this time around, I am just mortified. Why does she keep finding me? What is she up to? Am I being

"Oh my God! Where? Don't tell me she showed up to his door?" Maggie's surprised yelling is no match for me but I don't pull the phone away from my ear this time around because I find her reaction very validating. She is reacting exactly how I would have liked to react if Zane didn't undermine the implications of meeting Claire at that store of all places. It wasn't just a coincidence. I am not crazy to let my mind wander far about her motive. "No, I would have gone numb with the horror." I chuckled. Imagine that! "Girl, where?!" Maggie's urgent tone prods the answer out of me. "A chain store about thirty minutes from Zane's neighbourhood. She claimed that she came out there to buy jewelries." I relay Claire's bizarre though easily believable excuse. "Wow. That crazy bitch. Do you think she is stalking him? How come professor Orion hasn't noticed her antics yet?" Maggie asks, obviously upset. "I think he is coming around to it." I tell her, knowing Zane is more likely to just unde

Alex POV::"What are you saying, Zane?" I manage to keep the trembling out of my voice. He can't be saying what I think he is saying. He can't. I look into his eyes and the resolve I see there tells me all I need to know. He definitely is saying what I think he is saying. My pulse quickens. "I am saying the best way to get Claire off my back, and in extension, yours too, is to firmly discourage her interest in me because I already have you. It sounds wild, crazy even but I have dealt with girls like her before, it is probably the best way. Also, I don't like the idea that we have to hide what we have. It makes me feel like I am doing something wrong. It makes Daisy's madness towards you validated. Lying to Claire today when she asked you if we were together made things clearer to me. I felt awful, Alex. I don't want to have to lie like that again. It made what we have seem dirty. Wrong. And we both know it is none of those things, my love. It is none of those things." He reaches out

Zane inside me feels like home. How he moves. His well aimed strokes. The sounds we make with our mouths and bodies. The slickness of our skin causing friction against eachother. The beauty of it all, with the moon bearing witness as it pours enchanting moonlight through the opened windows. The ethereal quiet of our surrounding. The empty acres of farmlands all around us with its night sounds. The pitch dark of the midnight. Everything comes together to make the experience feel like something out of a fantasy. I couldn't have dreamed up this for myself even if I tried.Overwhelmed and flushed, tears roll down my eyes, I hug him tighter, wrapping my legs around his waist, taking him deeper inside me. It is heavenly. Zane doesn't switch his gentle pace no matter how much I wriggle my hips, trying to get comfortable in his thrusts. I dig my fingernails into his back, scratching deep and feeling his bunching muscles move as he thrusts slowly and steady, slow and steady. He hits all the sp