Page 16 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
“Y-yes,” I whimper, hardly able to speak.
“How often?”
“Every night…since I met you.”
“Only at night?”
“N-no, sometimes during the day, too.”
“During my class?”
“Yes. When you’re lecturing.”
“What exactly have you imagined?”
“I imagine you taking me just like this, but against the podium.”
“Jesus,” he sucks in a breath as if the suggestion arouses him. “You’re a dirty little girl, Anna.”
“And you’re a dirty professor,” I say. “I bet you’ve imagined this, too.”
“Of course I have,” he rasps into my ear. “So often I’ve lost count. In my mind, I’ve fucked you everywhere I’ve been to. My classroom, here in my office, my kitchen, my backyard, and on the chaise you touched yourself that day.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” I ask with a nervous laugh. No way. I’ve suspected it, but hearing the truth still embarrasses me.
“I saw the whole thing, Anna, and it’s why I couldn’t get you out of my goddamn mind,” he grumbles and suddenly picks up his pace. He pulls out of me all the way and slams back in, making me yelp with pleasure. He rubs my swollen nub with his thumb and brings me to the edge right away.
“I’m gonna come,” I say in a quivering voice.
“Come for me, naughty girl,” he demands while ramming into me hard and fast. “Come for your dirty professor.”
Pleasure shatters my body and the world around me becomes hazy. All I’m aware of is his thickness stuffing and stretching me. The force that I’ve been holding back breaks through, my walls clench and Tony’s hardness throbs as his grip tightens on my hip. My body convulses and his goes still for a second before he suddenly grunts and pounds into me one last time as he releases.
I collapse on top of the desk and he falls on top of me. We stay in this position for a long time until he gets up to reach for the tissue box.
I stand up unwillingly, taking the tissue from his hand. He is still long and thick, although less rigid, and I still want him.
I don’t realize I’m biting my lip until I see him smirk. “What’s on your mind?”
I roll my eyes. Isn’t it obvious? “You are not keeping your promise.”
“Which is?”
“You said you would fuck me senseless.”
“And I’m going to fulfill my promise,” he says with a smirk. “Just give me a second to recover.”
He then takes my hand and leads me to the couch next to the desk. He lies down, pulling me with him so I fall on top of him.
He palms my butt cheeks with both hands and teases the groove. “God, I want this.”
It takes me a minute to understand what he means. I’ve never been interested in anal sex, but the lust in his eyes thrills me so much that I blurt, “Let’s make a deal.”
He arches an eyebrow. ‘Sure. What is it?”
“Apply tenure here.” I’ve learned from my dad that Tony has never stayed with any university for long because of his unconventional academic views, and his lack of interpersonal skills.
He frowns. “You’re kidding.”
