Page 21 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

“I think you’re projecting, Sir, because you want this so bad, and you’re scared of what will happen when you don’t have the reins you so desperately hold on to. Just admit it. You’re not trying to protect me—you’re doing all this because you don’t trust yourself.” I swallow when I realize she has me spot on. When we first crossed paths in my office, I tried to appear unfazed, and honestly, I was. I even attempted to make it look like she was the one on edge, but right now, the tables have turned.

And I can’t have that.

I lean close to her neck, breathing in her scent as I whisper in her ear, “I might be affected, Ava, but tell me you don’t feel this, too.” I can’t see her face, but her breathing is shallow. Her body freezes, and there it is, I have my answer.

I whisper in her ear, “It’s a two-way street, this push and pull between us. Tell me I’m wrong to want to put some distance between us because all I want to do when I’m close to you is claim those lips, taste your pussy and show you just how much I want you.” Her mouth falls open, and a small gasp slips out.

“So don’t do that, Ava. If you truly think I’m the one who’s hung up and projecting and you don’t feel this too, tell me to stop, push me away, walk out, anything. But don’t come at me for wanting you so much. I’m standing here with a fucking hard-on, and all I want to do is sink into you.”

A moan slips past her lips, and it shreds the last ounce of control I have. We’re on each other instantly, and I claim her lips like I’ve dreamed about so often, savoring her taste. I cup her cheek and wrap my other hand around her waist, holding her close. I nip her sweet lips softly and gently.

I can’t get enough of her; I can’t believe she’s finally in my arms. My hands roam every inch of her body while my lips taste the softness of her neck, licking and kissing as her soft sounds fill my space. Burying my face in her tits, she runs her fingers through my hair, causing My hard, straining cock to flinch, begging to break free from the confines of my slacks. I slide my hands along her thighs under her skirt, reaching for her panties. I tease her through her cotton fabric while still sucking on her breast. She’s so warm and moist. I want to taste her, all of her.

In a swift movement, I lift her and place her on my table. With her skirt bunched up at her waist, I spread her legs open before me. Her panties soaked through from desire, my cock jerks, and I fall to my knees, between her thighs, her sweet nectar all for me.

God, she smells heavenly.

In a swift movement, I rip her panties off and slide my tongue along her wet lips while sucking and tonguing her opening.

“Ahh!” she gasps. And I get to work, licking, sucking, kissing her clit while she writhes against me, moaning softly. She buries her hands in my hair and grinds against my mouth.

“Mmm, professor.”

The back of my mind is nagged by the thoughts that we shouldn’t be doing, especially not in my office. But we’re too far gone, consumed by a need that refuses to be ignored anymore. I couldn’t stop, even if I tried. Hell, this building could collapse around me, but this nut is going to bust. I increase my pace, loving her soft sounds and how she grinds against me… “Sir,” she calls out again, driving me crazy, and I unleash my tongue, rhythmically slapping against her clit while my fingers work her opening. She throws her head back, and a loud moan slips out of her. Ava clamps a hand over her mouth to quiet her squeals and grinds against me harder. Her body freezes, and I increase the onslaught, licking every drop of her juice like a starving man– till I feel her shaking and quivering as she explodes, squirting her release. With evidence of her pleasure running down my face, she comes down from her high looks at me, her eyes hazy, her words coming out in pants.

“What did you just do?”

Chapter eleven

Ava

“Earth to Ava!” Daphne snaps her fingers in front of me, and I snap my attention to her and the pieces of clothing she’s holding before me.

“Now, I was saying the red set or the black set? I’m trying to add one more to my collection,” she says. I look at the two sets of lingerie she’s holding up. I’d already seen her try them on, and I know what she should pick. But I put on a show acting like I’m considering the options in front of me. After a minute, I look up and quip. “Hmmm, take the red one.”

“Not the black one?”

“I say red. It looks amazing against your skin.”

“Aw, ’cause I thought the black looked a bit cute.”

“Um. The black one looks great, too. So, if you really want it, you can take it.” She holds up both against her skin and then looks back at me.

“So that means you don’t like the red one?” That’s when I raise a brow. “OK, Daphne, let’s take the red one.”

“OK, if you say so. I was kinda hoping for the black one, by the way.”

OK, what’s going on? “You know what? We’ll take both.” Daphne is the smartest person I know, which is why it’s amusing to see her so indecisive. I turn to her with a raised brow. “What is his name?”

“Who’s name?”

“Daphne Elizabeth Summers. Don’t play dumb with me, what's his name?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her cheeks redden, and she busies herself with fiddling with the lingerie. I know they’re cute, but not that cute.

“Daphne-”

“Hey, it’s you, Ava.” A voice cuts in, and we both turn towards the preppy sound. A girl with a big grin approaches us. Behind her is another familiar face. The owner of the preppy voice introduces herself. “I’m Ana, your classmate. And you know Monica?” she says, pointing to the girl behind her, standing a few feet away. That’s where I know the girl behind me, but why is she looking at me weirdly? Ana keeps speaking while Monica just stays a few feet away and sort of glares at me. “Oh, I just remembered that day in class with Professor Armstrong, that was cool, by the way. The man can be such an asshole and needs to lighten up. Not many people can hold their own like you did.”

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