Crazy in Love (Lovestruck Series) by Lane Hart Page A

you,” she says, her warm caramel eyes sincere and understanding, absent of the hurt from yesterday.
    “God, yes, sweetheart. I want to replay this over and over again until my wrist snaps from jerking off too much,” I tell her as I pull my phone from my pants pocket and fumble with it as I try to hit all the appropriate buttons, in a hurry for her to keep going. “Please,” I say once it’s rolling.
    Eyes locked on mine, Reagan leans forward again, and more than half my cock disappears down her throat. I’m still trying to remember how to breathe when her hand slips down and cradles my balls.
    “Thank you,” I groan, nearly dropping the phone in my hand. I’m certainly going to hell for indulging in such debauchery with a student, but fuck if it won’t be worth it. When Reagan applies more suction, there're no other thoughts in my head except one: I need to fuck her. Like a record on repeat, the phrase won’t stop and keeps getting louder and louder. But before I can stop her mouth, though, all the muscles in my body tighten and then I’m coming down her throat with the force of a firehose.
    “Wow. Better than I ever imagined,” I say before my sexed out mind can stop my big mouth.
    “You…you’ve imagined…that?” Reagan asks from her still kneeling position on my office floor while I press stop to end the recording on my phone. 
    Untangling my fingers from her hair, and trying to smooth it back into place, I tell her the truth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”  
    “I want you to be my first,” she says so softly I’m certain I misunderstood.
    Pulling her up off the floor by her elbows so that she’s not staring at my softening cock during this conversation, I ask her to clarify. “Your first what exactly? Teacher you’ve seduced?”
    Her eyes lower in embarrassment.
    “My first lover,” she eventually answers.
    I grip her jaw to raise her warm gaze to mine so I can see her reaction to my next question. “You mean you’re…you’re a virgin ?” I ask in disbelief.
    When she nods, I pull my hand away from her like she just burned me. Two very conflicting emotions stir inside me, one making my cock twitch with great interest and the other ripping my heart out at the realization that I’ve been taking advantage of her and her academic dilemma.
    “Was that the first time you’ve…” I motion toward the floor and where my dick is still hanging out of my pants. Noticing it, I quickly tuck it away and zip back up.
    “Yes,” she answers, making me feel ten times worse and ecstatic at once knowing she’s only been on her knees for me. Her professor.
    “And yesterday?” I ask. Surely she’s bound to have touched another man’s cock before now. She’s gotta be twenty-four or twenty-five since she’s in graduate school...
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, you’ve done it before or yes, it was the first time?” I ask as I take another step back, putting more distance between us so I won’t feel the urge to ruin her even more than I already have.  
    “All firsts,” she answers, pushing her strand of long hair nervously behind her right ear. “Even the kiss the other night.”
    “Jesus, Reagan,” I choke out in surprise, loosening my tie even more so I can breathe. “How is that possible? Why me? Are you that desperate for a passing grade? Because honestly, you’re not doing that bad.” I shake my head in disgust that I was so desperate for her that I would give in without knowing all this information first. “If I had known how…innocent you were, I wouldn’t have ever agreed to this!”
    “Why, because you only fuck your slutty, more experienced students?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest. By that and the narrowing of her eyes, I know she’s seriously angry, but I’m not sure what the hell she’s talking about.
    “I’ve never fucked any students, slutty or otherwise,” I tell her honestly. “And that isn’t gonna change with you.” Of course a