"Alright, get your massive ass and thighs up, Professor." Rex grinned. "We're still far away from done."
Rex grabbed Elizabeth by the hips, hauling her off the floor like she weighed nothing at all, and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could even process the movement, she found herself straddling his thick thighs with her soaked pussy clinging to her skin.
He sat back on the edge of the mattress, his muscular arms framing her as he trapped her against his chest. One massive hand came up to cradle her jaw, his thumb dragging across her swollen lower lip in a way that felt both possessive and degrading.
"I can't believe I could see this kind of sight from you," Rex growled, his breath hot against her ear. "The brilliant Professor Elizabeth, sitting on a real man like her little bitch."
"You're starting to like this, don't you?"
"You like feeling how much bigger and stronger I am than that pathetic little boy you call a fiancé."
