Page 21 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
“Student,” I correct her. “Singular.”
We’re both on a month-long school break before the fall semester starts. Anna kept her promise and declared major in history, and I’ll be a visiting professor for one more term if I don’t get the tenure-track job.
The month’s waiting is excruciating, especially during the past week. I can’t concentrate while preparing for my fall classes, which will begin in a few days.
When I applied for the job, I didn’t worry too much about not getting it. In fact, I didn’t think my chance was good, especially after the last bombshell question Dr. Davis lured me into answering. But as days go by, my wish for getting the job increases, along with my wish to stay here in town and be with Anna.
The girl has become an indispensable part of my life. In fact, she’s the purpose of my life now. We aren’t just perfect partners for each other in bed, but also soulmates.
We see each other every day, although she can’t stay the night because we haven’t told her parents about us. Despite that, I couldn’t ask for a better summer. After meeting her carnal desire, which could happen anywhere at the house, I discuss history with her to satisfy her intellectual curiosity. The few days she didn’t come to my house were hell. My happiness depends on her. I wish to claim her and own her, as much as I wish her to own me.
Our kiss deepens and she straddles me after she stops the recording. In no time, we’re fumbling to remove the barriers between us and she’s grinding her dripping center on my hard-on. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispers into my ear while I kiss her snowy neck. “Thank you for doing this for me.”
I know what she’s talking about. “Anytime, sweetheart. But I didn’t do it just for you. I did it for us.”
“I promise I’ll be worth it,” she says. “Want to take your rain check now?”
I groan as my cock swells to full mast. The deal she made with me. Her delicious ass. She’s wanted me to have it ever since the day of the interview, but I’ve been declining because, hell, I haven’t gotten the job yet.
“You don’t have to get the job first,” she tries to convince me in a sultry voice. “The deal is youapplyfor it.”
I’m aware of that, but still, I feel that I haven’t earned it.
“It’s yours, Tony. Don’t you want to check it out?” she whispers in a seductive voice.
I suck in a breath and say hoarsely, “Don’t tempt me, baby. You’re not ready yet. I’m too big for your tiny hole.”
While I hesitate, Anna takes my hand and brings it to her juncture. She dips my finger in her wetness and guides it up along her silky petals and then down, all the way to the back.
My breath hitches when I reach her puckered hole, which feels more like a button—wait a minute, it is a button.
“What the fuck?” I mutter as I narrow my eyes on her. “Is that what I think it is?”
She giggles. “See for yourself!”
I lay her across my lap and spread her round cheeks open. When I see the pink silicone button in the center of her snowy white buttocks, I near come at the sight. “You naughty little girl. How long have you been wearing this?”
She coos as if my lust turns her on. “Ever since you applied for the job. Almost two months.”
“And you’ve been keeping it from me?”
“I wanted to give you a surprise,” she says.
I growl and slap her plump cheek. “You beautiful, dirty little girl. Have you played with yourself wearing it?”
“Mmm, yeah,” she says with a giggle. “And I loved it!”
Holy fuck. I pull out the plug slowly, surprised to see that it’s nearly as large as my cockhead. “You’re used to it already?”
Anna whimpers. “Y-yes,” she nods. “I started with a small size and advanced to large. It still isn’t as large as you, but I think I’m ready.”
My balls inflate with jealousy as Anna wriggles on my lap because of the pleasure produced by the plug. I push it back and forth a few times to indulge in the erotic sight.
“I want you please, Tony. Inside me,” she begs.
I can’t wait a minute longer. I put the plug down on the coffee table next to us and take the bottle of lube from the drawer. I pour it into her lovely crack and lube her thoroughly while exploring the territory I’m about to claim.
When Anna begs again, I help her to sit on my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Lifting her up by the armpits, I glide my shaft along her wet gash, rubbing her little bean to arouse her more before positioning it against her virgin back hole.
