جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 110

I slowly lifted one hand to my neck, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin there, but I couldn't stop reading. "Then I would bend her over and fuck her raw until she screams she belongs to me alone, filling her deep with load after load so she cannot forget who bred her." A soft whimper came out of me before I could even stop it. My fingers trembled on my neck and my other hand gripped my thighs, digging in slightly. Heat flooded my face because I could feel how soaked my panties were getting, the dampness spreading through the fabric and leaving me embarrassingly exposed. This was so fucking wrong, but my body was responding so strongly to his calm command and to those filthy words I was forced to say. Professor James circled around the desk slowly, coming to stand behind my chair. "Stand up, Lana. Keep the journal in your hand and keep reading. I want to see your body while you speak my fantasy." I stood on my shaky legs, my shirt brushing against my thighs as I h

I obeyed as I began stroking him tighter and faster, my palm rubbing over the swollen head through his trousers. A soft, needy sound kept escaping me because touching him like this while still turned on made my pussy throb painfully. My juices were still dripping down my thigh, leaving a slick trail on the floor. "Good girl. Keep your eyes on me while you touch my cock. This is part of your lesson," he praised me, his hand brushing through my hair gently. "Learn to keep eye contact even when you're on your knees like a needy little slut." "Keep going, Lana. Faster now. Squeeze a little at the head when you reach the top." I obeyed, my hand moving in a blur, pumping him up and down while he watched me with those dark, hungry eyes. His breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling as he leaned back against his desk. "Such a pretty mouth on my cock," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to see it wrapped around me." He suddenly pulled me up with his arms

Professor James, you cannot come in here. You know my mom is downstairs already. I tried to say, my voice trembling as I turned to lock the door. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs that I could feel it rattling in my throat, the frantic beat echoing in my ears. My hand was still fumbling with the brass doorknob when a strong, warm palm suddenly slammed against it, blocking it from closing. Professor didn't wait for me to finish. He pushed his way inside the room with a determined grace, shutting the door quietly behind him with a soft distinct click that sounded way too loud in the otherwise quiet room. Before I could even scramble backwards to create some distance between us, he had me backed up against the wall. His body crowded me, pinning me in place, and then his mouth was crashing down on mine in a furious, hungry kiss that left me gasping. I tried to push against his chest, to push him away, but my hands were pressing weakly against his hard, muscular wall of

The adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, a hot, electric fire that made my skin tingle, as I turned away from the open doorway and walked back toward the stairs. My legs felt heavy, like they were made of lead, but I forced myself to move, my mind racing a mile a minute. I took the steps slowly, counting them in my head to keep my breathing steady. I couldn't walk down there looking like this. I couldn't walk down there with my hair mussed and my lips swollen from Professor James’s mouth. My thighs were sticky with his saliva and my own juices, and my panties were now sitting uselessly still soaking wet, clinging to me like a second skin that I wanted to peel off right now. As I reached the landing, the house seemed incredibly quiet. The silence was heavy, pressing down on me, making me hyper-aware of the damp spot spreading between my legs. I smoothed down my skirt, trying to look presentable, trying to convince myself that my mother wouldn't be able to smell my arous

Standing before me now, Professor James let go of my hand and looked down at me with a hunger that made my knees weak. "On your knees," he commanded softly, his voice dropping an octave. I didn't hesitate. I pushed my seat and sank down to the floor immediately, my hands resting on my thighs, my posture submissive and ready. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had wanted anything in my life. He was my professor, my soon-to-be stepfather, and I was on my knees for him, ready to serve him in any way he desired. He reached down and unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already standing at attention. It was magnificent, a thick, angry-red rod that throbbed with need. I stared at it, my mouth watering, my breath hitching in my throat. I had never seen a cock this close before, and it was even more impressive than I had imagined in his office. It was massive, veiny, and leaking a clear drop of precum from the tip ho