Her Dirty Professor(19)

He closes the last of the blinds. “Why not.”

“Serena knows about us. She saw me walking through your neighborhood, back to the dorms after we—you know.” My face heats up with the mention of that night.

He winks at me, seeming completely unperturbed by the threat. “I don’t think she’ll say anything once she sees the glowing A-plus she got on last week’s test.”

“I don’t trust her,” I tell him.

He comes closer to me until there’s no space left between us. His fingers comb through my hair and I just want to fall into his arms. A muscle ripples along the edge of his jaw. “You let me worry about Serena. What I want to know is why you snuck out Saturday morning without saying goodbye.”

I swallow hard. “I didn’t want things to be awkward between us.”

“Like it is now, you mean?”

Things don’t feel all that awkward at the moment. Right now I just feel the heat rising between my legs as he presses the stiff lump beneath his khakis against my stomach.

My breathing comes in short bursts. I can’t help it. I reach out and touch his stomach and feel that his breathing is rushed too.

He presses his lips to mine. The touch of his tongue is all it takes for me to open my mouth and invite him in. There’s nothing gentle about his kiss. I feel his anguish, his desire, in every stroke of his tongue against mine as they coil together, tasting and exploring.

He reaches beneath my shirt, finding his way beneath my bra, and grabs my breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples, which sends a torrent of lubricant rushing down my leg. He lifts up my shirt, sucking one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue flicks my nipple. Each time he does this I feel a jolt that starts in my belly button and races down to my clit.

I bite down on the sleeve of his shirt to keep from being too noisy. With one of my nipples occupied by his mouth, he uses his hands to unbutton my jeans. He dives right in, finding my cleft. “You’re already wet for me?” he says, sounding somewhat surprised, as if he weren’t the most beautiful god-like creature I’ve ever seen in my life that could summon my lust without a word.

Two fingers ease their way into me. I can tell I’m still swollen from our marathon fuck last Friday, and there’s still a hint of soreness, but all of that is nothing compared to the intense pleasure being thrust upon me.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here on this table,” he says, voice throaty and deep with want. You want my big cock inside you?”

I nod vigorously, pushing my hips forward, urging his fingers to go deeper.

“I want to hear you say it,” he demands.

I let go of his shirt with my teeth. I’m barely able to get the words out, I’m breathing so hard. “I want you to fuck me with your big cock,” I tell him, putting emphasis on the word fuck so there’s no denying that I want it fast and hard.

Again, talking dirty feels kind of strange, but I’m getting the hang of it. Plus, it makes me wetter and more uninhibited.

He laughs under his breath as I take hold if his slacks with force and pull them and his boxers down, eager to unleash his massive cock. When it’s finally out, and I see it stiff and ready for me, I let out a lusty moan and spread my legs for him.

“I need you,” I say. “Fuck me now.”

He holds it in his hand, shaking it, teasing me. “You think your little pussy can handle it without me stretching you first?”

Honestly, I don’t know. But I’m feeling adventurous. “Do it.”

His sweet smile turns wolfish and he puts the head of his cock against my pussy and with a hard thrust, buries it deep inside.

I scream, then I suck in a deep breath. He literally takes the breath right out of me.





Chapter 6


Loche Johnson




At first I think I’ve hurt her. After pushing my dick inside of her and hearing her scream, then nothing, I look down at her face and it’s in utter shock. Her entire body shakes. I hold still at first, afraid to move.

Her wide eyes find mine, her mouth open. I start to pull out, but she grabs my waist to stop me. “Where do you think you’re going?” she says.

“I—um . . .” I’m used to taking command, but the look in her eyes and the way she holds me in place tells me she’s the one in control right now. It’s cute, and I like the swap in rolls for a change. “Nowhere?”

“Damn right, now fuck me.”

I bite back my smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

And so I fuck her. Sweat slicks our skin, and the room is filled with the pat, pat, pat sounds of my balls slapping against her ass. I hold her legs in the air and watch as I enter and pull out of her. Her clit was deceptively small when I first looked at it, barely a little nub. But when she’s fully aroused, it grows, and is actually big for such a small pussy; it stands up hard and proud. It’s so fucking sexy I have a hard time containing my enthusiasm.