Page 7 of Hot for Professor

Pressing and pulling on my head between her wet thighs, she nearly tears out my hair when she goes over the edge. I finally look up to see her glassy-eyed and panting and smiling beautifully.

She reaches weakly to wipe at the sheen of her come on my face, before pulling me in to kiss her.

“I’m not done yet, little girl,” I say, tweaking her nipples through her top. Such a nice picture, this gorgeous nymph with her skirt hiked up around her hips, her hair tousled and her lips parted, her legs spread wide for me. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

“What’s next for me, Professor?” she asks, her hand tentatively moving toward my cock. “Can I …?”

I quickly get my cock free and her breath hitches as she wraps her fingers around my throbbing shaft. I move her hand up and down and she strokes the moisture at my tip, then smiles. “Like this?” she asks.

She’s got it exactly right and I can’t wait anymore. I lean forward and kiss her, long and lingering. “I made you come with my fingers last night, and now my mouth. Now I’m going to make you come with my cock, little girl.”

“Yes, please,” she sighs, tugging on me in an adorable attempt to get me inside her.

I push my fingers inside her to ready her for my thick length. No matter what, I won’t let her feel a moment of pain. I pull her closer, to the very edge of my desk and rub the tip of my cock against her tight opening, carefully stretching her. I’m as controlled as can be, but she’s the one who goes wild, grabbing my hips and urging me forward.

“Fuck me, Professor!”

How can I resist? I slam my cock home, balls deep inside her slippery cunt. She takes me with a gasp, then writhes along with my rhythm. Fucking her was supposed to destroyher, not me, but by the time I spill my seed inside her mere moments later, I can barely see. It’s so amazing.

Since I promised her another orgasm, I find her clit with my fingers as I pound her until I’m limp. But the sound of her moans and the feel of her tight channel pulsing around me makes me rock hard again inside her.

“What do you do to me?” I ask in wonder. “Can you take more?”

“I can take whatever you give me, Professor. Fuck me all day. It’s all I want.”

So, it looks like I’ve gone from the man who’d never fuck a student to the man who’s going to fuck a pretty little virgin in his office all damn day.

Chapter 7

Rosalie

I’m weak, exhausted, a bit sore, very tingly, and over the moon with happiness. I finally got what I wanted and it was better than I ever could have dreamed. From the first time on his desk, to bent over his desk, to straddling him on the floor, to up against the bookcase, I couldn’t pick a favorite if I tried. My panties are so ripped I’ll never be able to put them back on again, and my thighs are slick with his seed—even after he so sweetly tried to wipe me off.

I sigh as I button up my blouse. It’s all a wonderful blur and I can’t wait to do it all over again. I smile up at Professor Hayes, who’s already dressed and waiting to take me home. I don’t want this day to end. I wish he’d ask me to go back to his place with him.

He smiles back at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. I can’t read what he’s thinking and it tears me up as I wonder if he has regrets. I was being dramatic on my blog last night, but now I really don’t think Icanlive without him. He picks up his car keys and I know he’s not going to invite me home.

“Let’s walk, instead of drive,” I suggest. Anything to have more time with him.

He agrees and as we make our way downstairs, I reach for his hand. His fingers lock with mine, but then he suddenly pulls away.

“Someone might see,” he says.

There’s no one around, but I don’t argue. This has to be difficult for him: he could lose his job if anyone found out about us. I want so badly for there to be an “us” that I want to assure him I’d never tell a soul. The thought of my blog fills me with shame and embarrassment for the first time. How could I have treated this so flippantly?

Of course, during all that time, I’d only wanted Professor Hayes’s body, but now I want so much more. I want his heart and his soul. Damn it. How did I let myself fall in love with him? As we walk, I try to keep up a pleasant conversation, glad when he seems to relax. It will take time and patience, but I know I can make him see we can work.

When we get to my dorm, I look around to see there’s no one around and lean in to kiss him good night. He takes a step back.

“You’re fired, Rosalie.”

I’m stunned into silence for a moment, certain he’s joking. His stormy face tells me he’s not, but I’m too shocked to cry. “Why?” I manage to croak.

“Now that you got what you wanted, there’s no need to keep up the pretense of working for me, is there?”

“What?” I still can’t form a complete sentence. Why does he look so angry?

“Losing my virginity to the world’s hottest professor?” he asks mockingly.

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