Book About Professor And Student Novels & Stories

It was another massive flood, filling me up, a hot rush that spilled out around where we were joined, dripping onto the desk below with soft, wet sounds. He collapsed over me, his weight pressing me into the wood, his breath hot on my neck. We stayed like that, joined, panting, covered in sweat and cum. His dick was still buried in me. I still couldn’t believe it, I had fucked my Professor, I mean I just fucked Professor Reed in his office. He leaned close to my ear. “Looks like your story just got a sequel.”

he muttered, more silent this time. I frowned at him and took glances at other students who are on the second floor as well. “You know that teacher-student relationship is banned and we can be both expelled, well me, and you can lose your job, you accompanying me to that library is basically helping us as well in our research, that would be unfair for the other students,” “and you’re one ‘famous’ professor, if rumors stirred around that we are seen that would spread fast” I muttered back at him.

He turns around, about to answer the student and our eyes meet. My breath stops. I can’t believe my eyes. Because standing in front of the class is the man who kissed me like he owned the night, the man I left in a hotel bed this morning…is my professor, the new visiting professor. And he looks just as shocked as I feel. Then his expression changes, it hardens. Like recognition is the last thing he wanted. And I know… my life is about to get even more complicated.

Closer to the front please, I don't want to hear complaints about you not being able to hear or understand what I'm saying in the long run," he says without looking at her. It was loud enough to reach her too. A few students snickered and shot her a glance as she made her way closer to the front. Talk about a terrible first day. Azalea set her things down after she took a seat and fetched for her things as the class continued on. As it did she found herself staring at her professor more than anything. She's seen men with the same physic like his but she was all 'meh' about it. His demeanor, the way he speaks and presents himself, is all peculiar to her. She can only wonder why he acts like h

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.

Did they want the story of how we slept together or what? “Well, when i met him, I didn't know he was a lecturer in this school. I didn’t know he was a lecturer at all.” There was a collective hum from them and they all picked up their pen to write something. What the hell were they writing for God’s sake? “After you found out that he was a professor at this university, what did you do?” Sleep with him a thousand times? What was this, Criminal minds beyond borders? My mouth flapped open and close as I was lost of words to say.

The whole class is talking about professor Zain and I'm smiling like an idiot thinking about him. What's happening to me? Stop thinking about him, Inaya. He's your professor. I mentally scolded myself for thinking about him. I don't want to think about him but still, I'm thinking about him. There is seriously something wrong with me. Three lectures passed away in thinking about my hottie professor. Now it is break time and I'm still thinking about him, sitting in the cafeteria with Anu and Vikas.

She met his gaze as he walked toward her. He was about to kiss her when she pushed him away. “Don’t pretend like we’re okay, BK.” He closed his eyes briefly and ran his hand through his hair when he opened them. “Why were you with that guy?” “He’s not just some guy, BK. He’s my professor.” “Yeah. A professor taking advantage of his student! F*ck!”

Tch. I let go of him. My phone just vibrated in my pocket and I take it out to look at it. My uber is here. I didn’t want Killian dropping me despite how much he insisted. The rumour, which actually is a true story, about a student and a professor relationship is dead, I wouldn’t want to change that because anyone’s thoughts will go in that direction if they see me, a student, stepping out of his, a professor, car. I groan. “My uber is here.” I say to him. “I’ll text you.”

His gaze landed on her, but he showed no reaction, merely continuing his lecture as if nothing had happened. Heather kept listening to the gossip. Another student jumped in to defend him. "That's ridiculous. The professor is a normal guy. I've even heard that he has a fiancée abroad. Rumor has it that she's an heiress with serious connections."