Furnishings

Marcus woke up still wrapped around Yasmin. She leaned back into him as she felt him stir and rubbed her ass against his morning wood.

"Mmm," she cooed, "that's how you wake a slut up."

"No," he said sinking into her, "this is."

"Fuck Papi," she gasped, "I could get used to this."

She turned and kissed him as he used her, what she wouldn't give to nail him down, even seeing him as infrequently as she was she wasn't going through guys like she normally would, not since she met him. Sure there was Trace and he was fun but for Marcus she'd get wifed up.

"Fuck Yas," he groaned reaching around to grab one of her tits, "I am so glad we met."

"Bet you say that to all the girls," she moaned as he brought her close.

"Doesn't make it not true," he said kissing her cheek.

She grabbed the sheets as she came, his cock plowing fast and deep, right where she needed it. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her as he entered her again fucking her into the mattress. She wrapped her arms around him holding her legs spread, she wanted him to have easy access, she wanted him to have everything.

"Oh Papi," she gasped, "you keep fucking me this good you're gonna make an honest woman of me."

"You can still be a slut," he said, "even if it's just for me."

Her mind raced, what would that entail? His slut? His personal slut? God she'd have to wait for him, what would he make her do, what would he demand of her?

"I think you like the sound of that," he said going harder, "I could use someone I can fill up without worrying."

She was going to cum again, she clung to him whimpering at the thought.

"Josie would probably love to watch me fill you up," he groaned.

"Yes," she pleaded.

She could feel him throbbing, he was as lost in the fantasy as she was. He unloaded and she pressed her lips to his kissing him through his orgasm, feeling his tongue on hers as he groaned with each spurt.

"Fuck," he groaned, "I love filling you up."

He pulled out and she looked down at the load leaking out of her. She thought back to the hospital and smirked. When she was sure he was watching she shoved her fingers into her leaking pussy and fished out a healthy amount of his cum before sucking it off of her fingers.

"Jesus Christ that's hot," he said watching wide-eyed.

"Mmm," she cooed, "so yummy Papi."

"Yas you really are one of a kind," she smiled and blushed as he kissed her cheek.

"Happy to be your MILF cumdump Papi."

***

Having said goodbye to Yasmin and showered Marcus drove into town, he had some things he wanted to get for his apartment before he moved in and he wanted to get his guest room set up so he could punish Josie in there. Boring shopping done he stopped in the sex shop and groaned as he saw the purple haired girl where he'd expected to find Tabitha.

"Ugh," she groaned, "this town is too fucking small."

"Seriously," he said turning to leave.

"Really?" she said, "you can shop I don't work on commission, I'm just filling in for Tabitha."

He paused, "how is she?"

"Fine I think," said the girl, "said she needed a day to relax."

"As long as she's ok," said Marcus.

The girl studied him, "you're friends with Tabitha, Mia even likes you."

"I'm really not that bad," he said.

"Did you really write Kaerok Castle?" she asked.

"Yes, my picture is in the back cover."

"I listened to the audio book," said the girl extending a hand, "I'm Shiloh."

"Marcus," he said cautiously shaking her hand.

"So you gonna let me help you?" she asked, "I'm sure I can help you find the right boner pills."

"Funny," he said not laughing, he handed her his list.

She read it and raised an eyebrow, "you some kind of freak?"

He snatched the lost back, "I'll wait for Tabitha."

"Wait," she said, "some of that I know will need to be ordered, let me at least leave a note for Tabitha when she gets in."

He handed her back the note and looked around as she wrote out a note.

"So you're friends with Tabitha?" asked Marcus trying to kill the silence.

"Since elementary school," said the girl, "if you think she's weird and standoffish now you should have seen her back then."

"Worse?"

"Better," said Shiloh, "she got worse, especially in High School."

She handed him back the list, "why the fuck am I telling you this? Don't tell her I said anything."

"My lips are sealed," he said as she handed him a basket.

"Come on I'll help you find what we have."

He watched her walk in front of him, he begrudgingly admitted to himself that she was cute, tight body, two full sleeves of tattoos, at least one large leg piece from what he could see between her ripped denim skirt and unlaced boots.

"Stop staring at my ass," she groaned putting a box into the basket.

Her demeanor was off-putting but the energy he could sense told him she wanted him, sure it was combative and she'd never admit it, but the desire was there.

"What're you studying?" he asked as she tossed a few more things into the basket.

"You don't have to do that," she said.

He shrugged and followed her down another aisle.

"Photography," she said.

"Didn't know FKC had a photography program," he said, "is it good?"

"Is anything at FKC good?" she said with a chuckle, "I got into my dream school but no scholarship, so I'm here working three jobs to pay for "the experience" of having the same professor for all of my classes."

"Seems like the kind of thing you'd learn more by doing," he said.

"That's what I told my mom," said Shiloh, "but she insisted and she's helping despite not having the money for it."

He studied her not saying anything and as she grabbed something from the bottom shelf and tossed it in the basket she narrowed her eyes at him, "don't feel sorry for me."

"I'm not," he said defensively.

She groaned and pushed past him back towards the register. She rang him up as neither them spoke but he caught her checking him out whenever she thought he wouldn't notice.

"There gonna be a sequel?" she mumbled.

"You're a fan?" he asked with a smirk.

She scoffed and turned back to ringing him up.

"Shooting for next summer," he said, "but don't tell anyone."

He saw a smile spread across her lips than just as quickly disappear.

"Thanks," he said as she handed him his bags.

She nodded but didn't say anything.

"You have any work in the campus gallery?" he asked prolonging the conversation for some reason.

She raised an eyebrow but didn't answer, "it's just you're familiar with my work, thought I'd check out some of yours."

She stared, he stood silently wishing mind reading came with his demon powers.

"Yea," she said finally, "I've got a few pieces there."

She watched him as he walked out and once he was clear of the shop he let out a sigh, sure she was rude to him, and standoffish but there was also a tension there and Mia's suggestion.

***

Cassidy walked to the elevator of her building, she'd found a doctor to see her through her pregnancy and she'd probably be able to make it to summer break before needing to take any time. She held her groceries and waited for the slow old elevator doors to close. The world wasn't closing in on her like she'd expected and there was still the excitement of her book coming out soon.

"Hold it," came a voice.

She stuck her foot in the door and it creaked back open as a familiar face ducked into the elevator.

"Mr. Vallen," she said a little more shocked than she'd meant, "what're you doing here?"

She looked at the unmarked bags he was toting and knew exactly where he'd come from.

"I live here now Professor," he said, "well, I'm moving in."

"You are?" she asked, he'd be close, in her building, able to stop by whenever with no warning.

The doors closed and they were alone, would he follow her to her apartment? What exactly was in the bags? Was it for her?

"How's the release going?" he asked.

"Too soon to say," she said, "I really want it to go well."

"I'm sure it will Professor," he said with a genuine smile.

The elevator stopped and the doors creaked open, "this is my floor," he said, "see you Professor."

He was going to just leave it at that? Leave her here, wanting?

"Can I see your apartment?" she asked stepping out after him.

"Sure," he said leading her down the hall.

There was no one around, she could go in no problem. Now she'd know where she could find him, would the rules be different in his place? He opened the door and let her in closing it behind them.

"This is me," he said putting his bags on the kitchen island.

"Very nice," she said, it was furnished but sparse, he was clearly just moving in.

"So Cassidy," he said putting his hands on her waist, "you followed me in here for a reason, didn't you?"

"I," she paused, why lie, why come up with an excuse? "I need you Marcus," she said her lips painfully close to his.

"No resisting Cassidy?" he said.

"No," she managed before his lips crashed into hers.

He pulled at her clothes and she tugged at his, her top came off, then her bra and he latched onto her pierced nipple sucking hungrily as he removed her skirt and panties.

"Rules?" she gasped as he pressed two fingers into her.

"No rules here Cassidy," he said working his fingers into her as he squeezed one of her large tits, "not today. Any requests?"

She kissed him, she didn't have any requests, just his cock. He pushed her to her knees and she took his cock out of his boxers and plunged it straight into her throat.

"Fuck," he groaned appreciatively as he grabbed her head.

He fucked her throat, stretching her with each thrust, he wasn't as rough as he had been in the past but it was enough to get her eyes watering. After a few minutes he stopped and got her back to her feet.

"Any hole," she said as he bent her over the island.

"Fuck Cassidy," he said lining up with her ass and pressing in slowly, "I can't say no to that."

She clung to the edge of the island as he slowly entered her, her tight hole stretching wide for him.

"You're so tight Cassidy," he marveled as he sank inch by slow inch deeper into her, "I love watching your ass swallow me."

"It fucking loves your cock," she whined as he sank completely into her.

He started to thrust as her face lay on the tile of the island staring at the bags from the sex shop. His cock stretched her with every motion, he got into a good rhythm and gave her ass a hard slap as she squealed but took it. A slut for her student, that's all she was, she had dreams, desires but when he wanted something she gave it, she may have started this affair but he owned it.

"You like that Cassidy?" he growled.

"Fucking love it Marcus," she whined, "I'm gonna cum."

"I haven't even touched your pussy," he teased, "slut."

"Your slut," she whimpered, "your slutty professor."

"I knew you'd stop fighting me professor," he said as she came, "all it took was me breeding you."

She didn't respond, it felt too good, too wrong. He'd demanded anal and even though she'd never enjoyed it she gave it to him and now he had her cumming just from his cock in her ass. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back towards him. When he had her back against his chest, his cock still buried in her ass he roughly groped her tits pinching her hard nipples.

"Love these fake titties professor," he said gently twisting her nipples as he slowly worked himself into her "I wonder how many of your students wish they could see them."

God she could picture it, students lined up for a glimpse down her shirt, maybe she'd have to show more cleavage. Students watching her tits as she lectured, maybe she'd have to stop wearing a bra, they sat pretty without one. All of those hard cocks in her class as she taught, would they want to just see, touch, cover her?

He suddenly pulled out of her ass and threw her over his shoulder as she squealed but didn't fight him. He laid her on the bed, spread her legs wide and sank into her wet pussy as she almost came again just from this one long thrust.

"Your ass is incredible professor," he marveled, "but I love your pussy."

With a few slow, deep thrusts she came clinging to the mattress.

"Yes," he hissed, "you're fucking milking me."

As her orgasm passed he grabbed her waist and started to really give it to her, she held her legs spread and took him, every inch, as hard as he wanted.

"God professor," he gasped as she felt him throbbing, "you may want other students, but I'm the only one who gets to do this."

She felt him erupt deep inside her and then keep going, fucking his load even deeper until he finally rolled off of her. Again, it kept happening and she never wanted it to end. She went to the bathroom and came back to find him still laying on the bed.

"Guess I should head out," she said gathering her things.

"If you want to," he said, "I'm not kicking you out."

She paused and studied him, so genuine, did he actually want to spend time with her? Would he fuck her again if she stayed? He seemed to note her hesitation and motioned for her to join him. She curled up next to him and he wrapped a strong arm around her holding her close. A distant familiar sensation ran through her as they cuddled, she felt safe, cared for, she hadn't felt this way since her fiance left. She rested her head on his chest and felt him kiss her forehead as she closed her eyes, this was exquisite, what she needed but hadn't known she needed.

"Thank you for this Marcus," she said hugging him tightly.

"Of course Cassidy," he said softly stroking her arm with his fingers.

As if on cue to ruin the moment a phone rang. He glared towards his discarded pants and ignored it.

"It could be important," she said getting off of him.

He sighed, it could be his parents, it could be nothing. He went over and fished his phone out of his pocket.

"Jess," he said with a smirk, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Cassidy watched him as he listened, his eyes darted towards her and he seemed to be puzzling something out.

"Of course," he said, "I'd love to."

He hung up and crawled back into the bed next to her immediately wrapping her up in his arms.

"What'd she want?" asked Cassidy trying to be nonchalant.

"She wanted to know if I was ok with merging our book tours," said Marcus.

"But they haven't asked me to do a tour," said Cassidy excitedly.

Before either of them could respond her phone began to ring and she eagerly retrieved it.

"Ms. Phillips," she said excitedly, "what's going on?"

"Two things," said Jess, "first thing sales are strong so we're scheduling you for a book tour after the semester."

"That's great," said Cassidy, "I can't believe it."

"Second," said Jess, "while sales are good you're struggling with older men, they seem to think you're a man hater given your history and female lead so we're merging the tour with Mr. Vallen."

"So," said Cassidy a little crestfallen, "I'm riding his coat tails?"

"Not at all," said Jess, "if anything you have more recognition, he likewise is struggling with older women just because he's a guy writing fantasy, the two of you together lend each other credibility and it saves the publisher money."

"Ok," said Cassidy relieved.

"If it's ok with you," said Jess, "Mr. Vallen has already agreed."

Cassidy looked back at Marcus and smiled, "then I'll do it."

"Excellent," purred Jess, "looking forward to seeing you both on tour."

Cassidy hung up and couldn't help but squeal in excitement.

"Good news?" said Marcus with his cocky grin.

"Excellent news," said Cassidy walking back towards the bed slowly as he looked her over.

"Someone is excited," said Marcus growing hard.

"Looks like both of us are," said Cassidy getting onto the bed and crawling towards him.

"Tell me something Cassidy," he said, "what's more important to you, writing, or teaching?"

"Writing," she answered immediately as she climbed onto him and straddled his lap.

"And what's more important, teaching," he asked, "or being a slut?"

A shiver ran through her at the vulgar suggestion, "being a slut," she answered with a devious smile.

"Here's what's going to happen Cassidy," he said grabbing her tits and squeezing them roughly, "I'm going to use you and then I'm going to give you your first instructions on how to be a slutty professor."

"You got me pregnant," she said, "I think I'm already doing pretty well in that department."

"You're doing perfect for me," he said, "but think of all the other students...or staff, that would love a go with you."

She shivered at the thought as he brought her down onto his cock.

"Tell me you wouldn't love that Cassidy," he said as he drove himself into her.

"I'd love that," she admitted to him and to herself, giving into the desires of others and casting off the role of teacher.

"I knew you would," he said kissing her neck as she rode him.

He slapped her ass hard and drove himself into her. Her mind raced, what would he have her do? How many students would she tease, get off, fuck? Her eyes fluttered and she clung to him as she came at the thought.

"So sexy Cassidy," he murmured, his lips still on her neck.

He pulled out as she let out a disappointed whimper but a smile spread across her lips as she felt him press against her rear hole. She gasped as he slowly entered her and began to thrust still holding her plump ass with both hands. He took her pierced nipple between his lips and sucked as she rode him.

"Fuck," whimpered Cassidy as she held his head with both hands and worked him deep into her ass.

"You're fucking hot Cassidy," he groaned as he looked her over.

"Yeah?" she sighed.

"Yeah," he said starting to thrust harder, "fucking one of my favorite authors."

"One of?" she asked incredulously.

"Well if I was fucking Tolkien that'd be a hundred kinds of weird."

She chuckled, "fair enough," she pressed her lips to his and let him fuck her ass, it felt good, tight, wrong.

"Marcus," she gasped, "keep assfucking your favorite author."

He went faster, his grip tightening on her ass, his breath catching in his throat.

"You like my tight hole?" she cooed as she struggled to maintain her composure against her rapidly approaching orgasm.

"Fucking love it," he groaned, "fuck Cassidy."

She wrapped her arms around him as she came again, his massive cock hitting deep in her ass.

"Cum on my titties," she pleaded, "I've got these big cum catchers, fucking paint me with it."

He reluctantly pulled out and she dropped to her knees next to the bed smiling up as him as he unloaded onto her chest. She looked down at his healthy load and smiled back up at him.

"Thanks for the autograph," she said with a smirk.

He chuckled and grabbed a tissue box helping her clean herself.

"So, what's my first rule?" asked Cassidy.

"No bra," he said, "you have incredible tits, no need to hide them."

"So bad Mr. Vallen," she said, "anything else?"

"We'll add more rules as we get to it," he said.