Todos os capítulos de HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

IMANII drank. I've never been that much of a drinker. I only drank whenever it was necessary, and that was only when I needed to prove to other girls and acquaintances that I could drink, that I was a cool girl. But now, even though I didn't need to prove anything to anyone, I couldn't help but drink. It was the only way to dull the ache in my chest, it was the only way for me not to feel what I was feeling, it was the only way for me to forget that I've been pranked and betted on and treated like dirt again. No one will ever love you. You're just an ugly, fat girl; no one will ever want you. All my life, I've always wanted to prove her wrong. I wanted to prove to her that I was capable of being loved and wanted… Of having friends, a man who'd worship the ground I walk on, and everything that I've always wanted. But no matter how hard I tried, it always ended in a disaster. I always ended up getting discarded and treated like trash, ridiculed, and churned out. No matter how hard

I barely managed to remain still in class. My stomach wouldn't stop rumbling. I needed to throw up. I needed to use the toilet. I needed to splash water on my face. I needed to breathe. I couldn't hear anything at all. I couldn't even hear anything. My heart was pounding, and my blood was thumping so fast. How was this possible? How could this be possible? The only time I decide to be reckless and throw manners away, it came to bite me in the ass in the most horrible way possible. How was this even possible? How was… I tried to still my heart pounding, tried to focus. It couldn't be as bad as I was making it out to be. We were in a class of 50, and it shouldn't have been that difficult to make myself unnoticeable. I'd refrain from asking or answering questions, and the semester would be over before I knew it. Yes, that sounded nice. My heart slowed down at the conclusion, and the only solution, and my body relaxed. “So that marks the end of our first lecture,” my heart danced at

IMANII knew I was the thing he wanted to explore. And it gave me a headiness that I both detested and loved. I could picture him exploring my body with both his hands and mouth. I could picture him exploring my curves and swells. I could picture him exploring every inch of my body. My pussy pulsated, and I was overwhelmed with a desire to touch myself. I crossed my legs, and when I looked up, he was looking at me with a full-blown knowing look. I looked back at my food and tried to eat what now tasted like sawdust. “Well, I think it's a better option that you decided to stay back,” Declan spoke, and I was grateful for the distraction. I wanted him to continue talking to lessen this awkwardness. “Imani will definitely need the help to commute to and from school. And you could also help with personal tutorials.”“Yeah,” Mom added, “That would make sense.”“Of course,” Stephan replied, and my head jerked up at his slumberous tone, “I'll be more than willing to help, especially wit

IMANIMy mouth fell open at the sudden intrusion—a beautiful intrusion that stretched me deliciously and filled me up in the most attractive way. He started to move without warning. Fast and hard. His cock reaching depths I never thought was possible. He grabbed me by my neck and actually raised me with it so I was suspended in the air, and so he could go in deeper. My moans were meaningless and incoherent. I was panting, rasping, begging, crying, and he never for once let go. “Please,” I begged, not sure what I was begging for. But the word left my mouth before I could think. “Please what, Kitten?” he groaned, withdrawing all the way out to slam into me again, and my head fell back as a breathy whimper left my mouth. “I… I… I” I gasped, unable to articulate my thoughts because they were basically nonexistent. I could only cry, beg, moan, and sob from being stretched out and filled up with his cock, from being wrecked in this beautiful way. From being craved like this. “You lik

IMANI I wanted to block out the memories, but the minute I stepped into the car, the first thing that played out in my mind was me rolling the condom on him and then climbing over him and his cock filling him up. I shut my eyes and mentally started counting down from 500. I remained pressed to the door, and I knew that before I got to 100, we'd have gotten to school, and I'd get out of this nightmare of a car. I heard nothing but the soft hum of the car’s engine and the numbers in my head for a while. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel his eyes on me. I ignored it. I ignored the overwhelming sense of awareness that I felt. If I could continue to ignore it for a couple more minutes… If…“You know you were a lot more chatty last night.”My eyes flew open at his words. He was staring ahead, left hand on the wheel, and my eyes were involuntarily drawn to the muscles in it and how they flexed as he drove. “You were more chatty last night, Kitten,” he glanced at me, and his wo