Page 9 of Hot for Professor

I don’t think he’s reading my messages anyway.

Just then, someone knocks on the door. I ignore it and burrow deeper under my cocoon of blankets, ready for another long night of misery. They knock again, louder this time, and Jen pulls off her headphones and gives me a sour look before jumping up to answer it. I don’t care at all who it is. I only look up when Jen sucks in a shocked breath.

I gasp as well when Professor Hayes pushes his way past Jen. He nudges her out the door and closes it behind him. As soon as I make myself believe I’m not imagining him, I jump up, but I’m too afraid of being rejected to throw myself at him.

“Won’t you get in trouble for coming to a student’s dorm room?” I ask, drinking him in.

He has a slight tan, but is he thinner? I know I’ve hardly been eating, but has he been miserable too?

He shakes his head. “No, because you’re not my student anymore.”

My eyes widen. “What? Why?”

He gives me a long look that burns straight to my soul: “You know why.”

Tears sting my eyes and I open my mouth to apologize. I want to promise I’ll make things right. I won’t be able to live with myself if he lost his job because of me.

He takes me in his arms and pulls me close. “Iquit, Rosalie. These past three weeks have been hell without you. You somehow got right into my heart and I couldn’t get you out no matter how hard I tried. I love you, little girl.”

His words are the sweetest gift I’ve ever received and I wrap my arms around him. Tipping my head back to look at him, I blink away happy tears. “But your job! You’re an amazing teacher!”

“I’ll get a job somewhere else if I want to.You’rewhat I want right now. I didn’t think I’d have a chance with you but I finally turned on my phone and all your messages came through. Tell me you mean it. Tell me you really love me too.”

How could he ever think I didn’t? “I love you so much, Professor,” I say, standing on my tiptoes so that he’ll kiss me.

He obliges, kissing me tenderly, then laughs. “You can call me Adrian, you know.” A wicked gleam lights his eyes. “You can call meProfessorwhen I’m fucking you, though.”

I get a shiver and cling to him tighter, feeling his thick bulge against my stomach. My panties dampen and I curl my fingers into his sweater.

“Oh, I can’t wait. But I still can’t let you quit your job for me. How will you live? I’ll just apply to another school.”

“I have enough money to take care of us—don’t you worry about that, little girl.”

“Us?” I ask, in a daze. I still can’t believe this is real. It becomes even more dreamlike when he pulls back, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small velvet box. My heart flips.

“You didn’t have to get me a gift, Pr—Adrian,” I say, liking the feel of his name on my lips.

“It’s not a gift, it’s a demand. I need to know you’re mine. Marry me, Rosalie.”

He opens the box to reveal a sparkling diamond ring. His commanding voice sends tingles up and down my spine as I stare at it, then back up at him. “As long as you’re mine, too,” I say. He nods and I throw my arms around his neck. “Yes, yes, and yes. I’ll always be yours. How could I ever be anyone else’s?”

“You can’t,” he growls with a mischievous grin as he puts the ring on my finger.

His hand slides around my neck and into my hair to tug my head back. I nestle in close and grind against his hard cock, straining to be free. Popping open his pants, I take that big shaft in my hand and stroke him. I love the way he grips my hair tighter and moans against my mouth, love the feeling of control when he’s in my hand. Then his hand slides between my legs and I know he’s the one who’s really in control. With his fingers masterfully working my aching clit, I’ll do anything he says. I want him to make me come so badly I accidentally bite his lower lip.

Before I can apologize, he kisses me hard. “Go wild, little girl. I love whatever you want to do.”

I squeeze his cock and pull away from him, dropping to my knees. “I want to suck you off, Professor,” I say. “I want to suck your cock so bad, but I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before. Can you teach me?”

He looks like he might explode. He gently takes my chin in his hand before I can get my lips around the dripping tip and tilts my head up to face him. “Maybe no biting down there,” he says, fighting a grin.

“Yes sir, Professor.”

When I get him in my mouth, my pussy throbs at the salty taste of him and the smoothness of his skin as I drag my lips up and down his shaft. The way he groans and grabs at my hair tells me I’m doing something right and I suck harder and faster, taking him deep into my throat. With a choking noise, he tries to pull away, but I want all of him. He’s mine now, after all.

I grab his hips and look up at him pleadingly from my knees. “Come in my mouth. Let me swallow your seed, please. I want it right down my throat, Professor.”

“Fuck, Rosalie. You’re going to kill me, little girl.”

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