Page 6 of Hot for Professor

“It’s not a compliment,” I growl, staring into those bright, intelligent, needy eyes. “It’s a fact.”

She gets back to work until it’s time for her break and then she settles into her desk in the corner. Even on her break, she taps away furiously at her phone. Probably texting a boyfriend. That thought feels like a kick to the stomach and makes my hands curl into fists.

“What’s got so much of your attention over there?” I can’t help asking.

She turns bright red and puts down her phone. “Nothing!” She tosses the phone on her desk and hurries toward the door with a stack of folders. “I’ll go file these now.”

As soon as she’s out the door, I grab her phone. I can’t help it. My bizarre jealousy and her suspicious reaction makes me too curiousnotto take a peek. I get to it before it goes back to sleep and I’m able to see exactly what she was up to.

It’s a story of some sort, and a surprisingly erotic one. I quickly realize it’s not fiction at all, and shockingly, it’s about me. I scroll up and up and up, my dismay turning to anger, even as my cock responds to her writing. At the top of the page, I see the title of her online diary and slam the phone down.

Losing My Virginity to the World’s Hottest Professor.

This has to be something secret, right? Looking at her phone again, I go cold when I realize every last salacious word she’s been writing for over a year isn’t just on some private folder, but published to the internet. She’s been planning to seduce me and posting about it online! There are dozens of comments under each post, egging her on. Thankfully, it’s all anonymous, with no mention of my name or hers that I can find, but I’m still furious. I am going to fire her the second she gets back.

Or I could just ignore it, I think. Pretend I never saw it.

Why is my anger slowly turning to pain?

Because she somehow made me care about her in her twisted little game. Despite the anger and hurt, I keep reading through all her wishes and desires, my body responding despite my turmoil.

I memorize the website and put her phone down right before she returns to my office. As soon as I see her, my tumultuous emotions crystalize into pure lust. I think I deserve some revenge. I think I’ll give her exactly what she’s been dreaming about for years.

“Is everything all right?” she asks when she notices my dark look.

“Come here,” I say. She hurries to my desk and I motion her to come to my side, pushing my chair back. “I have a special assignment for you if you want it.”

I reach for her and tug her so she’s standing between my knees. She swallows hard and nods. “Anything you want, Professor. I want it, too.”

Oh, I know that well enough. My resolve breaks and I reach for her. My mouth crashes into hers and I push my hand under her skirt. She whimpers and spreads her legs as her hands land on my shoulders to steady herself. I stroke her pussy through her panties before shoving them aside and sinking my fingers into her wet heat. I’m being too rough, but the way her tongue tangles with mine around her soft moans makes me think she doesn’t mind.

“You’re so tight, little girl.” I ease another finger inside her. “I’m going to really stretch this sweet little pussy of yours when I fuck you in a minute.”

She starts to shake, digging her fingers into my shoulders. “Professor Hayes, I have to tell you something.” She drags her lips from mine and gives me a tortured look.

I push deeper inside her, nodding. “You’ve never had a man inside you, is that right, Rosalie?”

She nods, writhing against my hand. “That’s right. I’m a—a virgin. But please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop,” I promise her. “Do you want to sit on my big cock and see how it feels?”

With a shiver, she eagerly jumps onto my lap, straddling me with her lithe legs. I push her skirt all the way up and watch her grind clumsily against my bulge. She feels so good I might burst in my pants. But I’m not the virgin here, she is. As angry as I am, I still want her to remember this for the rest of her life. I want to destroy all other men for her.

It hits me like a brick to the face that I don’t want her tohaveany other men.

I grip her hips and push her down hard on my cock, then slowly circle her clit through her panties. “Am I the only man who’s touched you here?”

She nods. “Yes, Professor.” She tilts her head back and moans. “And it feels so good, so good.”

“Has a man ever licked your pussy?”

Her head jerks back down to stare at me wide eyed. “No, never. Do—w-would you like to lick my pussy?”

With a powerful grunt, I lift her off my lap and slam her ass down on my desk. It’s time for her panties to go. I tear this feeble scrap of cotton off her and spread her legs wide. I drop between her thighs and lave her glistening pussy from her little pink asshole to her clit and back down again. She clutches my hair and bites down a scream.

“It’s only going to get better,” I promise.

Her juices on my tongue drive me wild, but I make sure to properly torture her, pulling away from her swollen nub every time her breathing grows too ragged. I know I can command her to beg me for release, because this sweet little girl will do whatever I say, but I want her to beg me on her own. Finally, she breaks and pleads with me to let her come. Once she’s bucking under my mouth and her moans are frantic, I give her what she needs.

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