All Chapters of HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

IMANIThe relief that washed over me when Aaron’s text came through, telling me not to bother coming didn’t last.I barely slept.I literally spent the whole night tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling. Why the sudden change of heart? That wasn’t like him. He’d never just… let go. He wasn’t the type to suddenly grow a conscience. If he was pulling back, it was probably because he had something worse waiting for me.So, my brain did what it always does in situations like this. It spiraled. Maybe he was planning something bigger. Maybe the text was a trick, and I’d show up in school tomorrow with my nudes plastered all over.Fucking hell. I should have still drugged my mum and still went to his house.By morning, I looked like a fucking Zombie.I didn’t even have class until midday, but the waiting made it worse. I kept checking my phone like an addict, expecting to see something on the school’s page… or even a message from James. Nothing. Just silence.When I finally dragged

IMANII could feel the weight of his eyes on me as I tugged nervously at the hem of my tank top.“Go on,” Stephan said, voice low and even.My heart kept pounding as I peeled the top off, exposing my naked breast that immediately reacted to the cold air and Stephan’s eyes, nipples already hardening into tight peaks, pink and begging for attention. And of course, he noticed.Stephan leaned forward, his hungry eyes tracing the curve of my breasts. “Look at you, Imani,” he murmured, sweeter now but still edged with that filthy undertone. “Those nipples are begging for me, aren't they?”“Yes,” the word escaped my lips in such a wanton way, causing him to chuckle.I swear, I didn’t sound like myself. All of a sudden, his hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the cool countertop. My breasts bounced with the motion, jiggling freely, nipples pointing right at him like an invitation.I swear, I heard him actually growl… like a beast ready to feast, and fingers tightened aroun

IMANIThe last waves of my orgasm had not even faded, before Stephan's fingers slipped out of me slowly, leaving me feeling empty and raw.But he didn’t waste time. In one swift move, he flipped me over on my stomach, the wet counter slapping against my skin, my breasts pressed into the cool, damp surface, my nipples scraping against it painfully, still sensitive from all the ice play.And even with his joggers still on, I couldn't miss the massive bulge straining against his joggers. It was huge, like a thick rod begging to break free. Damn it, that thing is going to be inside me.I don’t think I’d ever get over how big he was. Ever.“I can’t wait to be inside you,” He hummed, spreading my legs wide with his knees, the air hitting my exposed pussy.I felt the remnants of that ice cube still melting inside me, a chilly trickle mixing with my hot wetness and I mewled. Without warning, he yanked down his joggers, his enormous cock springing free, thick, veined, rock-hard, and ready. H

CHAPTER 38IMANII didn’t see Stephan all afternoon. Not in the hallway, not even in passing. It was as if he’d gone out of his way to avoid me which was weird because I was already used to him appearing out of the blues.By the time dinner rolled around, my nerves were all over the place because then I knew I had messed up. Bad.Of course, my mother had outdone herself, like always. The chicken was perfect; the wine was flowing. Sharon was in her best mood; laughing too loud, flirting shamelessly with Declan who was his usual charming, talk-too-much self. But Stephan’s silence sat at the end of the table like a dark cloud that refused to move. I pushed food around my plate, sneaking glances at Stephan. He sat opposite me, composed as ever, dressed down in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He didn’t look at me once. Not once.“—so I was thinking,” Mom said, swirling her wine, “we could finally go for that weekend getaway. Just us.”“Ah, yes!” Declan grinned. “T

IMANIFuck! My heart skipped a beat and my body tensed like a live wire, every nerve snapping taut. I was literally on all fours on the bed with my Step-Uncle’s cock hardening even more inside me, my sleek juices leaking out warm and sticky down my thighs while my mother knocked.My mother!Panic clawed up my throat. She can’t know about this. I darted a desperate look at Stephan. But he didn't pull out; instead, his hands tightened on my hips, holding me pinned beneath him. His expression stayed smug, unchanging, those hungry eyes locked on mine. Another knock rattled the door, harder this time, followed by the frantic jiggle of the knob. “Imani! Why is this door locked? Open it right now!” Her voice dripped with that false concern she wielded like a weapon, the kind that always preceded her rages when no one else was around to witness the slaps or the cutting words. “It's my mum,” I whisper-yelled, my voice a frantic hiss, trying to twist away. But Stephan's grip was iron, an