Page 11 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
“What tight little pussy, wet, warm, and fertile. It’s a land worth starting a war on.”
Holy Joe. Why does the word war sound so freaking hot?
I moan and push my backside toward him.
He grunts. The sound of the zipper alarms me. Is he taking out his big rod?
“I want to see it, please,” I mutter as I turn my head to look.
Tony is stroking his thick cock. My jaw drops to the floor. The picture on my phone doesn’t compare to the real thing at all. For one thing, it’s 3-D, and the veins look so much more beautiful. It feels like a masterpiece of art. I lick my lips and reach out a hand to feel it.
But he swats my hand. “Look only, no touching.”
I haven’t had the time to protest when he flips me back to face the back of the chair. And to my surprise, he slides the hard stick along my wet gash.
My whole body is on fire with that smooth touch, and I whimper with desire. “I want it inside me, please.”
“Of course you do, demanding little girl,” he whispers into my ear, again tickling my neck with his hot breath. “But no, you can’t have it.”
As I groan, he moves his hardness away and continues to rub it on my folds while slapping my butt cheeks.
“Please, Professor Ryder. Stop teasing me,” I beg. “I want to come.”
While he doesn’t respond, I squeeze my thighs shut, creating more friction between us. He curses and stops spanking. Gripping my hips tight, he starts to thrust between my wet thighs. I tilt my pelvis, making sure he hits my sensitive spot as he moves. I grasp the back of the seat and moan with pleasure, enjoying the play, wishing the “punishment” would go on forever. But when Tony bites my earlobe, I’m over the edge. Fireworks spark in my eyes, and I cry out, “Tony!”
“Fuck,” Tony growls and his hardness throbs inside me.
My legs are shaking when he expels a splash of cream onto the seat right in front of me. The sight gives me a final push and my own sticky juice rushes out of my channel and rolls down my legs.
Tony cleans me up and helps me to dress without a word. And then, to my surprise, he kisses me on the lips. “That was fucking fun, but it will not happen again. If I see your phone or your hand on your lap, you’re out of my class and you’ll get an F, understood? From now on, you’ll put both hands on the desk throughout the lecture.”
“Yes, sir,” I mutter although I’m disappointed. I want more. I haven’t even taken a good look at him.
“You’re dismissed,” he says.
“I guess I’ll see you at your house on Saturday?” I remind him of my maid service.
He presses his lips together to think, looking conflicted for a moment. “Yes. But I won’t be home. I’m going to see a friend in LA, and I’ll leave the key under the flower pot next to the front door.”
“Okay,” I say, slinging the strap of my backpack onto my shoulder. I’m a tad disappointed. “I’ll see you in class next week, then.”
“Don’t forget to study for the midterm,” he reminds me.
“I will,” I say without much enthusiasm as I turn to the aisle. Although I enjoy the class, I’m not doing that well. I’m behind on my reading, and I’m not paying full attention in class.
As if Tony hears my thoughts, he suddenly calls me back. “Anna, I want to make a deal with you.”
“What is it?” My heart suddenly flutters with hope.
“If you aced the midterm next week, I’d give you what you want.”
I blink for just a second to get what he means. And then I grin. I like the challenge, especially given the irresistible incentive. “Deal!” I say.
I don’t waste time to start studying. I head for the library as soon as I get out of Tony’s classroom. Once I find a quiet spot, I go over the lecture notes he posted online.
Tony is an amazing lecturer. His notes are well-organized and interesting to read. He’s also humorous, and I find myself smiling while studying. Damn. If I hadn’t been distracted by his looks in his classroom, I would’ve found out this sooner.
Since I’m so motivated, I find myself enjoying the articles he assigned as well.
