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Return Of Professor Dean Final
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Later in the day, just as the final bell rang, I saw Harry waiting by the gates. He spotted me instantly and crossed the crowd like he had a target in mind. My stomach sank. “Sophie,” he called, catching my wrist before I could slip past him. “What’s going on with you?” I blinked at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?” He frowned, his grip firm, his eyes searching my face. “You’ve been avoiding me. No texts last night, no calls. Now you’re acting like I don’t even exist.” Guilt stabbed at me, but it was drowned out by the heat that surged in my chest when I remembered who had really been keeping me occupied last night. Elijah. My stepdad. My Daddy. I forced myself to meet Harry’s eyes. “I’m just… a little sick,” I said, soft enough that he had to lean closer to hear me. But he shook his head immediately, disbelief written all over his face. “Sick? You don’t look sick, Sophie. You look like you’re hiding something.” His tone sharpened, and before I could react, he tugge
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His cock kept sliding, heavy and hot, rubbing me raw with need. Every drag made me clench, my body begging, my pussy dripping all over him. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Daddy… please,” I whispered, my voice shaking, broken. “I need it. I need your cock inside me.” He groaned, low and rough, the sound vibrating against my breast where his mouth still sucked and bit. His teeth released me with a wet pop, and he leaned back, eyes burning into mine. “You want Daddy’s cock that bad?” he asked, his voice a dangerous growl. His hand wrapped around his thick length, the fat head pressing hard against my entrance. “You think this little cunt can take me?” “Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. My thighs trembled around him, desperate. “Please, Daddy. Split me open. I need it.” Something snapped in his gaze. With a grunt, he gripped my ass, lifted me just enough, and then slammed me down. His cock speared into me, stretching me wide, stealing the air from my lungs. I choke
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“Elijah,” “Daddy,” he growled against my lips, biting down hard enough on my bottom one to make me cry out softly. “Say it right.” My whole body shivered. “Daddy…” He groaned into my mouth, like the word alone broke something inside him. “Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes burned, pupils blown wide. “Do you have any idea how dangerous you are, little girl?” “Then don’t,” I whispered. My chest rose and fell fast. “Don’t touch me.” He smirked, his thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip. “You don’t want me to stop. Not when you’re dripping already.” And he was right. My thighs clenched helplessly, my body betraying me. Elijah dropped his head, his mouth latching onto my nipple through the thin cotton of my tank top. The scrape of his teeth and the heat of his tongue made me arch hard, my hand tangling in his hair. “Shhh,” he growled against my breast. “You’ll wake your mother.” The words only made it worse. My pussy clenched arou
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The soft rhythm of Mum’s breathing filled the darkened bedroom. She lay curled on her side, no more than three meters away from me, her silhouette faint under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. She had gone to bed early, exhausted from her shift at the hospital, but I hadn’t been able to sleep. And neither had Elijah. I could hear him at the little bar that sat tucked in the corner of the bedroom, crystal clinking against glass as he poured whiskey into two tumblers. His broad back was turned to me, muscles shifting beneath the white cotton of his shirt as though he carried a weight far heavier than the liquor he held. I shouldn’t have been watching him. I shouldn’t even have been awake. But I couldn’t look away. “Drink?” he asked, voice low, careful not to wake Mum. I sat up a little straighter in bed, my pulse already racing. “Is that… for me?” He turned, glass in hand, his eyes catching mine across the space. He smirked, though it was a dangerous kind of smirk. “You’re o
Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories Return Of Professor Dean Final
We were back at the clinic by two-thirty, even though they’d told us not to come before three. Dean said it was better to be early than to pace another circle into his living room rug. I I think he just couldn’t stand watching me fold and unfold the same corner of a magazine for one more minute.The waiting room was too bright, too quiet except for the soft bubble of the water cooler and the occasional cough from an elderly man in the corner. Dean kept my hand in both of his, thumb rubbing the inside of my wrist like he could slow my pulse by sheer will. Every time the door to the corridor opened we both flinched.I hadn’t slept. My eyes were puffy, my throat raw from crying into Dean’s chest half the night. He hadn’t slept either, I’d felt him staring at the ceiling every time I drifted off, his arm locked around me like he was afraid I’d disappear before morning.At 3:07 the nurse appeared with a clipboard and a small, sympathetic smile.“Miss Harper? Professor Dean? Dr Patel is r
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I told the doctor I wanted a DNA test.The doctor was matter of fact, almost bored, when I asked for the paternity test. “Non invasive prenatal paternity,” he said, already pulling on fresh gloves. “Simple buccal swab from the potential fathers and a maternal blood draw. We can have results in twenty four hours if you pay the rush fee.” I nodded so hard my neck hurt. Dean squeezed my hand, signed the consent forms without hesitation, let them swab the inside of his cheek.I gave ten millilitres of blood and felt every drop like it was carrying the verdict of my entire life.“Come back tomorrow after three,” the nurse said, sealing the envelopes. “We’ll phone if anything changes.”Dean drove us home in silence. His hand rested on my thigh the whole way, thumb stroking slow circles, like he could soothe the terror out of me through denim. I stared out the window and prayed to whatever cruel god was listening, please let it be Dean’s. Please don’t make me carry Elijah’s baby while h
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