SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The dual invasion of Wyatt reaming my ass and Bryce choking my throat was overwhelming, and the pain was everywhere. My jaw was aching, my hole was burning and my lungs were starving for air.They synced up, with Wyatt's deep thrusts matching Bryce's, the both of them using me like a toy. “You love this pain, don't you?’ Wyatt growled, spanking me again. I moaned around Bryce's cock, nodding frantically, my tears mixing with spit. Bryce pulled out suddenly, slapping my face with his wet dick. “Answer him!” “Yes! I love the pain!” I cried, my voice hoarse. Wyatt rewarded me with a harder thrust, his nails digging into my hips. Bryce grabbed my hair, forcing me back on his cock, fucking my mouth deeper, hitting the back of my throat. “Good boy. Take our cocks and earn your punishment.”The room was filled with wet slaps of Wyatt's balls on my ass and Bryce's balls on my chin and my muffled cries. The pain I was feeling built to ecstasy, my body trembling and my cock leaking stead

Wyatt frowned at one of the case notes, muttering about the patient's fucked-up symptoms that made him shake and sweat like I did now. Bryce leaned in to a couple students, explaining what to check on the bodies for some symptoms that we had spoken about in class. His voice was way softer than Wyatt’s, his hand gesturing to his own throat, making me stare at the vein pulsing there. I wanted to lick it and feel his pulse under my tongue while he grabbed my hair.I shook my head again, trying to stop my thoughts from trailing elsewhere and focus on who the hell had my journal instead. I looked around, looking at my classmates' faces again but nothing felt wrong, in fact nobody was paying me attention, just like how it had always been, unless I was asked a question. Does that mean that the asshole with my journal wasn't in my class? Maybe the person was from another department? But I don't know anyone from other departments, except some few friends. Medical school is so big on its own t

I ignored the message first, my eyes going to the picture of my journal, loaded with words I knew by heart but my eyes scanned it anyway, reading it, my breath coming out in short pants as the words pulled me in, my cock thickening in my sweats.Professor Wyatt likes it when I come to his office with no cap on my head because he likes to see my hair and also so he can grab a fistful of it and yank my head back hard anytime he wishes to. Sometimes I let my hair out with no cap just to please him and sometimes I put on the cap to tease him, and to also see him all riled up for not listening to him but the main reason why I started to wear the cap was to protect myself from being seen by anyone else. If anyone caught us…wait…caught me. I'd be out of school for good but I risk it every time I beg him to fuck me with that huge cock of his. Right now, though? Getting kicked out of school wasn’t on my mind. I still can't look at him in class when he is lecturing without picturing all the

I walked right past the front row, my heart still racing, and dropped into my middle seat. The chair creaked under me, and I let out a small sigh as I held my bag on my lap like a shield. I sat there for maybe a minute, fiddling with my zipper and telling myself that it was fine but then the message burned in my brain again. “Sit in the front row, or face the consequences when you disobey me.” Fuck. I pictured everything that I had written in my journal spilling out…the pages photocopied and passed around the dorms, with guys snickering at my fantasies, Rooke calling me into his office, not for a blowjob like I'd dreamed of but to expel me on the spot and Lockhart’s disappointed stare, knowing I jerked off to him every night. No. I couldn't let that happen. There’s no way I’d let that happen. With a gulp, I stood up, slung my bag over my shoulder, and forced my feet towards the front row. I sat down in an empty spot, the desk feeling too small and too close to the podium. Some of m

“Yeah, why?” Liam replied, glancing up from his phone, his thumb pausing mid-scroll.“Who is taking the class?” God, why was I asking? My voice came out casual, but inside, I cringed because couldn’t I be anymore obvious? I knew damn well why I was asking, I was fishing for any scrap about Lockhart. “Profrssor Lockhart takes the class every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. It can be morning or afternoons, depending on his schedule.” Liam replied, not caring why I asked because he was too buried in whatever feed he was doom-scrolling to question my sudden interest. Lucky me. “Oh, alright. That makes sense.' I trailed off, piecing everything together. Lockhart skipped our classes with Rooke sometimes because of overlaps like this and that also explained the sub-ins we'd gotten. But now, talking about him and my thoughts veered dirty again, imagining Lockhart in the lab, his white coat open, revealing a hard chest as he bent me over the counter, whispering instructions while thrusting