Page 105 of The Professor's Possession (Crystal River Billionaire Brothers)

He’s got me now.Hook, line, and sinker.

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His next messagecomes back so fast that I know he’s really been fantasizing about this.

I get down on my knees, Miss Weldon. I rip down the hem of your gym pants, and I lick your soft, wet pussy that’s full of your sweat and lust for my tongue. I taste you. The fresh you. I take my hand and I stroke between your legs as my tongue finds your precious clit.

I lookup at my roommate sitting opposite me, my cheeks burning red. She’s still absorbed with her phone, not noticing me or the tumultuous emotions I’m feeling.

I’m very much glad she isn’t.

I can’t hold myself back, Miss Weldon. The things I would do to you if given the chance right now...

What other things will you do to me?

My dick is so hard. I want to taste your juice while I force you down on your knees in front of me.

And then what?

I’ll fuck your mouth, Miss Weldon. With my hard cock. I’ll fuck you right between your pretty lips until you gag on me. And all this time you’re looking up at me with that submissive look I love. The good student pleasing her teacher.

I would gladly suck you right now. I would do whatever you want me to do. I want to get full marks, professor.

Good. My little A+ student with the cute ass and thick lips.

Just thinking about what you want to do to me is making me so wet.

I sendoff the last message. I have to wait a few minutes for my professor’s reply. A few long, nail-biting minutes.

But he gets back to me, as randy as ever.

Let’s continue this in person. Sneak out of the dorms tonight and see me at mine. I’m sure you know the way to my place now.

“What’s wrong?”

Oh, shit.

I look up at Ava. She’s got that quizzical look she sometimes has. I fear my roommate has really gotten to know me and my quirks too well these last few weeks.

“Huh?”

“You’re making a face,” she says, her eyes investigating. “It’s a big thing.”

I shake my head. “It’s nothing.”

Her eyes dip down to my phone.

“Who’s texting you?” she asks.

“Just a friend from home,” I lie.

“Oh.”

I shoot off a quick message.

I’ll sneak out for you tonight.

Ava continuesto watch me questionably.

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