All Chapters of Unmasked Desires: My Ex's Professor Uncle Wants Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Iris White hot filled my senses. I barely held back a whimper as my eyes fluttered closed again. “So fucking wet.” His groan rumbled against my skin. “Is this all for me darling?” Fuck. My breath hitched. Without thinking I tilted my hips just slightly enough to rock against his fingers. Something akin to a growl rang in my ears before I felt myself getting pushed back harder against the wall. “You—” “Tell me what you need.” He cut me off. “Tell me and I'll give it to you.” His strokes were light, circling against my clit enough to tease, but not to feel. It was hot beyond measure and so so annoying. What I needed? I needed him to stop teasing me. I needed him to move my panties aside and just plunge and fuck me with his fingers until I spilled over in an empty classroom. But I couldn't say that. Whatever modicum of self control I had left stopped me from speaking. "Don't tell me you can't speak now, malyshka? You used to do so well on camera, teasing me and al

Dmitri The literary Greats would have their perspective on similar events to this. Some called it fate’s turn. Some would believe it as a comedy of errors and others an omen for tragedy. But lord help me, for all my love for the art, I couldn't give a single fuck what the Greats thought. A good man would have recoiled in horror at the circumstances and sought to evade, deleting their account forsaking all obsession for moral sensibilities. A proper Professor would have understood the conflict of interest and rejected the application or reassigned classes to keep their distance. A guiltier man would have hidden his identity, forcing himself to face her as a professor whilst maintaining anonymity to indulge in her in secret. I was neither. There was no reason to truly reject her—she was beyond exceptional as a student—but most of all, I was fucking thrilled. That day, I'd counted the hours until the class, restless impatience plaguing me until the moment I faced her, making the purp

IrisOh. Oh shit. My face fell, mind going blank in shock. I understood why she was like this now.The look on my face must have been evident. Jean recoiled, covering her face and let out a high pitched groan.“I’m so fucking sorry.” She whined, "it's official, I'm the worst. Please don't kill me. I'm already considering doing it myself."The shock cleared and I looked at her. She was genuinely distressed over this situation. I took a deep breath and nudged her.“Come on, innocent until proven guilty.” I teased in a faux authoritative tone. “plead your case. What made you say that?”“I don't know how.” She cried out, shaking her head. “For some reason, Calab and his new girlfriend have been flaunting their relationship. I wouldn't give a damn usually but those damn rumors of you being ‘heartbroken’.” She grimaced, “are still running around. The worst part

Iris Mindless ecstasy gripped me, hurtling in waves. My core pulsed so hard, the heat coming so hard my belly cramped. But if he was here… 'Give in malyshka. Let me treat you like the dirty little whore you are.’ I shuddered, rocking harder into the pressure. The amped vibrations weren't enough. It was torture. I threw off the vibrator and shoved my fingers into my underwear, the slick warmth engulfing me instantly. I was drenched. The slide of my fingers against my sensitive folds made me bit my lip. My fingers spread against my folds, spreading them before sliding into my center. I didn't give a damn anymore. Without hesitation, I thrust two fingers in at once, choking on the fuless. I shut my eyes, and I could imagine that my hands weren't mine, but bigger, longer. Plunging into me without abandon. Because I'd felt him now. I knew how he was up close. How he looked. The scent of lilies and musk as his warmth surrounded me. his breath against my ear. I could imagine him b

Iris Immediately after the next class, my next destination was the library. I wasted no time once I was inside with my goal in hand, taking several copies of texts and browsing on the forum for several study papers. Had any familiar person seen it, it would have raised some eyebrows given that it had no bearing on my classes. But they wouldn't understand either. Many thought I kept the top spot on solely studying, but that was the least of it. It wasn't just working hard, it was working ahead. Despite being in my third year, I had no plans on waiting., I needed the papers to work on my dissertations in advance. Dissertations in plural because I had no plans on sticking to one. Depending on what happened, I had a backup topic, a second backup and a third alternative, all three crafted to keep my options open. I never liked leaving things to chance. Nearly half an hour later, I saved all my results and moved to printing the ones I needed to study. As soon as I was done, I m