Page 10 of Professor's Forbidden Temptation

“Use your words again, sweetheart,” I murmur, trying to draw this out.

“So big,” she breathes, rocking in my lap. “It feels like you’re splitting me open. I like it, though.”

“Yeah?” I ask, thrusting up into her shallowly.

“Yes,” she hisses, grinding down to meet my hips. “I love it.”

“This is only your second time having sex and you’re already a slut for it,” I marvel, moving her up and down on my cock.

Whatever her response is, it’s cut off by a breathy moan. Apparently, she likes being called a slut. I wonder what other kinks she has, and I can’t wait to help her discover them. She’s my student in every sense of the word. I’m honored to be her teacher.

My climax builds steadily, coiling in my body like a spring being pressed down between my fingertips. It’s only a matter of time before the pressure becomes too much and I explode. That can’t happen until she come again. It’s important that every experience she has with me is mind-blowing. I feel like it’s my responsibility.

Emily babbles senselessly. It’s obvious that her brain is completely gone on pleasure. It’s such a contrast to how put together she usually is. She’s an enigma full of sexy surprises, and I know I’m the luckiest man on earth to have her all to myself.

“I–” she starts, getting cut off by a spasm of her own pleasure.

“You close again?” I growl when I feel her pussy clench around my cock.

“Mhmm,” she hums, her things shaking.

In an effort to get her off faster, I lift her up and drop her back onto my length. Then, I do it again and again. I’m practically using her as a toy. I love it, and judging from the sounds she’s making, Emily loves it, too.

After a few minutes of this, Emily moans. Her body contracts around me as she come. It’s enough to prompt my own climax. I cum hard, filling her up with my hot seed. Our collective sounds fill up my office. It’s like a symphony of pleasure.

“You’re amazing,” I say when she dismounts after a few moments.

“So are you,” she replies, ducking her head like she’s suddenly shy. “You owe me a new pair of tights, though.”

“I’ll buy you as many as you want,” I say as I tuck myself back into my pants.

She giggles adorably. Then she glances at the clock and says, “I need to go to my next class.”

“Or,” I say devilishly, “you could skip it and we could go back to my place. There’s so much I want to teach you.”

She considers that for a moment before saying, “I’d like that.”

Epilogue

8 Years Later

Emily

When I first went to college, I had no idea what I wanted to do when I graduated. As it turns out, I didn’t want to leave. I just started teaching at a university in another state – the same one that Cooper teaches at. He resigned from my alma mater when I graduated; he didn’t want to hide our relationship or worry about a punishment from Dr. Weiss

Cooper and I both love our jobs. He’s taking a year-long sabbatical to write a book on great American authors. He’s excited to get back to teaching when he’s done, but for now, he’s enjoying his time off.

We got married as soon as I finished grad school and have been trying for a baby ever since. Finally, our efforts were fruitful, and I’m four months pregnant with our first little one. My baby bump is tiny still, and I can’t wait until it’s more obvious.

It’s Wednesday, one of my busiest teaching days, and I’ve been so involved with my students that I haven’t been able to check in on Cooper. I don’t think that’s necessary, though. I’ve noticed that there’s been a figure outside of my classrooms all day. I’m almost positive he’s taken the day off writing to keep an eye on me.

At least once a month, we play this little game. He’ll observe me, getting more and more riled up as he does. Then, when I wrap up with whatever activity I’m involved in, he’ll come and take me where I am, claiming me as his. It’s exhilarating. He never tells me when he’s planning it, but sometimes I notice him before he reveals himself.

Sure enough, as I’m packing up after my last class of the day, someone walks into the room and closes the door behind them. I don’t have to look up to know it’s him. Still, I put a surprised expression on my face and stare at him.

“I’ve been watching you all day, professor,” he says, an irresistible smirk on his face. “I could hardly hold myself back. You have no idea how sexy you are.”

“You’ve been following me?” I ask, tracking him as he makes his way to the front of the classroom.

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