Page 2 of The Professor
He sucks and bites at my neck as I hear the zipper of his pants go down. Never in my life have I been more turned on than I am in this moment. The professor everyone wants to even just smile at them has me pressed up against a bookshelf, dripping wet and getting ready to fuck me.
Digging his fingers into my ass, he lifts me with absolutely no struggle. Wrapping my arms around his thick neck, I push away all my fears and begin kissing my way up to his mouth. He’s teasing me with his cock, rubbing it through my wetness and I keep pushing my hips forward to get him inside.
“Greedy girl. You just can’t wait to feel my cock inside that tight pussy, can you?” he asks.
I’m not used to dirty talk, I’ve never been with a guy who used it. But holy shit, listening to Professor Grayson’s deep sexy voice say such filthy things makes me even more wet. So wet that I can feel it on my thighs.
“No Professor Grayson, I can’t,” I moan out quietly.
Rubbing his cock faster on me, he bites down on my shoulder. “Beg for it.”
I should be scared about being caught. I should be terrified that this will never happen again. But all I can think about now is begging him to fuck me.
“Please, Professor Grayson.”
“Please what, Emma. What do you want? Say it.”
Pulling back slightly my eyes lock onto his deep brown. “Fuck me, professor. Make me come.”
Simultaneously, he crashes his lips to mine and slams into me. Thank fuck he did because I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet. He’s much bigger than anyone I’ve been with and holy shit I wasn’t expecting that. He never pulls his mouth away from mine as he fucks me. His hard cock pounding into my dripping pussy is echoing around us. It’s fucking hot.
I hold onto his shoulders as he tightens his grip on my ass he continues to fuck me. We are both swallowing down the other’s moans as he works me over. My body has never reacted this way to anyone. I never want it to end. Having his hard cock slamming into me with such a punishing rhythm is amazing.
Pulling his lips away from mine, he searches my eyes. “I’m going to make you come and I want to watch. Do not make a sound,” he grunts out as he continues to pound into me.
Before I can even think of answering, he rubs my clit, making my body tremble with the force of my release building. Biting my lip to keep quiet, my eyes flutter closed.
“Open your eyes, now,” he commands.
I do, crashing into his. Pumping his hips, he pinches my clit and I explode, looking into his darkening eyes.
“Oh, Professor Grayson,” I let slip out.
“Fuck, Emma. You’re tight pussy is squeezing me just right,” he whispers.
My orgasm goes on and on as he continues to slam into me, grunting in my ear. His body tenses and begins to shake as he hisses fuck in my ear.
Putting me down on my shaky legs, he runs his hands down my skirt. I watch as he removes the condom, ties it and tosses it in the nearby trash can.
I’m not sure what to say, so I just search his face trying to figure out what he’s thinking.
“Professor Grayson.” We hear and both turn our heads.
“Professor Taylor,” he says. “I was just helping a student finish what she started. You ready to go get a drink?”
Professor Taylor nods his head and starts to walk away.
Pushing my hair off my face, Professor Grayson gives me a wink. “Keep our secret, Emma.”
I watch him walk away as I fall back against the bookshelf. “Okay.”
The screaming of the alarm jerks me from my sleep. Jolting up, my heart is pounding as I look around. Damn another dream about Professor Grayson. They are getting more vivid as the semester goes on. It started with just us kissing, now it’s gone to fucking in the library.
Walking out of my small bedroom, I enter the living room. I share an apartment on campus with three other girls. It’s got a kitchen and living room with a small table in it. Two small hallways on either side lead to the bedrooms. Two on one side with a bathroom and two on the other with a bathroom. It works out really well since we are still on campus, but it feels like we have an apartment of our own.
“Another Professor Grayson dream?”
Turning to my roommate, Aubrey, I sigh. “Yep.”
