Page 30 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

The ocean zips by, and I marvel at the luxury homes surrounding me. As we approach Star Island, the anticipation builds. Crossing over the bridge, we pass the ivy-covered archway that reads Welcome to Star Island, where happily ever after is your new reality. It’s like I’m in a dream. Because that’s exactly how I feel at this very moment. Drake catches my grin and chuckles, his eyes twinkling.

“You’re in for a treat,” he says, a playful glint in his eyes. “This spot is a little slice of paradise.”

Pulling up to A stunning bungalow, I can’t believe my eyes. It’s like something out of a movie – luxurious and nestled in the beauty of the island. Drake catches my enamored expression and holds the car door open for me.

“Welcome to my little haven,” he says with a grin. Little do I know it’s about to become even more magical.

“Wow! This is gorgeous — just us?”

“Just us.”

Drake looks at me and lifts me onto the Greek-inspired banister on the deck. We stare into each other’s gaze as the ocean crashes around us. Drake leans in and whispers darkly in my ear, “Want to know what I’ve been thinking about all day?” Those words crash through me, and a whiney moan escapes my lips.

Unable to contain myself, I bury my face into his neck, reveling in a cascade of chills along my spine, breathing him in, intoxicated by the mild mix of sweet cedar and sweat, forcing my bud to thump wildly. Trailing kisses up his neck till our tongues crash in a passionate dance of lust, my body aches for more. Drake lifts me, carrying me through the French doors, placing me down as I melt into the cool sheets of the plush, circular bed. I’m ready to give myself to him, to his scent, to feel his body against mine. Our clothes are off in a whirlwind of movements.

“This Ava, I want this.” He buries his words into my ears as he works his finger in circles over my clit. “I’ve been thinking about tasting your sweet little pussy all day Kitten.” “Now I’m going to make you come again and again with my tongue.”

Trailing kisses down my front till he’s lapping and sucking my wanting center as he thumbs my swollen nub. I squirm, “Mmmm…yes, Drake.” Unable to take it any longer, I lace my fingers, grabbing his hair and beg, “I need you inside me.” And, as if he can’t take it any longer, he climbs between my thighs, teasing my clit with his throbbing head, then plunges his thick cock into my puffy saliva drenched folds.

“Fuck!” He groans. I suck in my breath as he widens my center pumping painfully and pleasurably, with each thrust one hot, wet, bare inch at a time while hitting my clit just right. And in minutes, my whole body is convulsing from a delicious orgasm. He fucks me through my waves of ecstasy, then flips me doggie style, grabbing my ass, jerking me roughly on his cock. He grunts, holding me still against his thickness, undulating as he comes deep inside me.

“Ahhh… Drake, yes…you feel so good.”

He rolls his body alongside mine, panting heavily while holding me in his strong arms and says, “Damn, you feel like magic Kitten.“ I snuzzle, melting into his chest as I recount the pleasure-filled moments.

Why does being with him feel so good?

Chapter sixteen

Drake

I’m not sure what came over me.

The second I woke up and saw Ava staring down at me, something inside me leaped. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling; I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for her, and then, I said what I said. It was almost as if I wasn’t in control, but it wasn’t some robotic move either. My brain was screaming at me to stop, but my heart was just brimming with emotion. Especially after catching that look in her eyes. First hope, then desire, and a hint of uncertainty.

I know. I can’t keep doing this.

Even if Ava’s beautiful, smart, sexy, and smells like heaven, with perfect breasts that fit right in my hand, paired with pink puckered nipples that feel good in my mouth, with beautiful legs that wrap around my waist and Even if Ava is a nice young lady, she’s still my student, and the sex, no matter how mind-blowing, has to stop. And even if there’s a ton of other reasons we should put an end to this. I’ve got a talent for messing up good things, and the fact that she’s my student alone should be reason enough. I need to talk to her. As I reach for my phone, it rings.

Dean Walter.

My heart skips, and for a second, I remember Monica’s face when Ava opened the door the other day. Even though we both managed to play it cool, Monica still looked suspicious and asked if anything was going on. With a deep breath, I slide the green dancing button across the screen and slowly put the phone to my ear.

“Good afternoon, Drake.” I can immediately tell that there’s something off about his voice. Walter has always been a cheerful guy. He was easygoing and had taken a liking to me. I met him through my dad at a business meeting, and he has always been excited to talk to me. Right now, however, he doesn’t sound like a man who is excited about anything.

“Good afternoon, Sir.”

“A disturbing report has just gotten to my ears about a professor and a student.”

“A professor and a student?” I ask calmly.

“If you’re free now, I’d appreciate it if you can spare me a moment of your time. It’s a sensitive matter, and I don’t want to discuss it over the phone.”

“Alright. I’ll be there in five.” Like the ocean and like I’ve spent years of my life mastering, I tuck whatever frenzy and panic I should be feeling in a corner at the back of my mind, and I take a deep breath. After clearing up my table, I make my way to the Dean’s office. A mumble of “Come in” follows my light knock, and I step into the air-conditioned office. Walter looks up as I step in, and his attempt at a smile turns into a grimace as his lips fold into a thin line.

“Hello, Drake. Please take a seat.” I nod and settle in the chair he’s pointing at.

“I believe you know Monica,” he starts immediately. “Monica Bellare. She’s one of your students.”

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