Lips Professor In Shameless Novels & Stories

Nora “This is absolutely disgusting!” The professor slammed his hand on the table, and the papers shook violently. “What is the meaning of this? How could a student from our prestigious school do something like this? And to make it worse, she’s a scholarship student. She’s already staying here for free, she doesn’t have to pay tuition like the rest of the students, and yet, she shamelessly does this kind of thing so openly!” His words hung in the air, filled with contempt, just like the look in his eyes. I couldn’t help the smug grin that tugged at the corner of my mouth as I leaned back in my chair, watching the spectacle unfold.

With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had. Professor Marison brought his drink to his lips and moved his eyes up and down my body, the movement so sensual that I could feel it in my core. He took a sip from his glass cup and lowered it. I paid attention to his lips and bit the inside of my cheek when he licked his lips. Flashes of his tongue going down on me filled my head and I cursed him. The devil of a man smirked again then rose to his feet. Disappointment suddenly filled me. Was he leaving?

“That’s more than a lot of guys are willing to do. Do you want my help?” I quirk a brow. “Your help?” He grins. “Yeah. I’m a guy. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” “I already gave up anyway. The reoccurring shame was enough to put me off.” He chuckled, “Come tomorrow, we'll see whether your professor is has a stick up his ass or he’s playing hard to get.” I chuckle, then rub at my eyes, sleep was coming fast. “He has a really nice ass by the way.”

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

The bulge in his pants was getting harder and harder, just thinking about the graphic photograph. "Professor Jeremy !" Miss Michelle gasped. She was obviously flustered. Her face was the color of a ripe tomato and she looked ready to faint any second. "You can't mean that women actually enjoy this kind of thing! I just don't believe it!" He struggled to maintain his composure. He just had to remember that he was talking to Miss Michelle one of his students mother's and the prim and proper lady. All he could think about was that lewd photograph, that wonderful, sexy photograph. Of course, Miss Michelle couldn't know the joys of having her pussy licked. He was sure that no man had ever touched

"Happiness can be seen everywhere and not just limited to any guy." Our conversation was cut when our professor entered the room. He discussed our lessons in literature and Sheira frowned when I smiled at her. I am more prepared for our lessons more than she does. "You have to study our lessons first before you introduce me to any guys. I guess that will be great." I said as I winked. She bit her lower lip as she raised one of her eyebrows. I knew Sheira is the kind of person who is distracted easily. Listening to our professor is something that she's having a hard time with.

What exactly was this man trying to do to me? “Iza. Funny thing is, I don’t see light in your name at all.” His voice dropped lower. “All I see is fire.” A laugh slipped out before I could stop it, filling the quiet kitchen. “I think your image of me is completely different from my image of you, Professor.” My head tilted enough to meet those dark blue eyes again. Something about his serious face kept pulling me in deeper. “The mole on your lips, Professor.” One thick eyebrow lifted slightly. “What about it?”

"Show me how badly you want to keep your place in this class." I wrapped both hands around the base because one was not enough. The heat coming off his cock was intense. I licked the head first, swirling my tongue around the precum and tasting the salty drop. Then I opened wide and took him into my mouth. The stretch was immediate. My lips stretched tight around his thick girth as I bobbed my head, taking more with each pass. Saliva ran down my chin. "Fuck yes," he growled. One hand tangled in my hair. "Look at you. Such a nasty little cocksucker. Those pretty lips look so good wrapped around your professor's dick."

His large hands immediately traced a line of fire from my wet pussy, up over my bare breasts, all the way to my lips. “So, Professor Liam, you just casually get free fuck off from the Dean of the College?” I purred, my eyes lingering over his handsome, unbothered face. “So it appears. A beautiful, highly leveraged scandal,” he murmured, his gaze darkening. “I could easily work my way up to Dean or a chair position with that kind of ammunition.” His fingers returned to my nipples, pinching the hard points. “Little Ciara, you absolutely love risks, don't you?”

KEIRA’S POV The day after the humiliating conversation with Professor Lewis was my therapy session with Clint. Professor Lewis' words rang in my head as I drove to the clinic. It was all I could think about and my mood had taken a turn since yesterday. Slut shaming me because I missed classes was taking it too far. What crawled up his ass and died? I bet he would not have spoken to me that way had I not opened my legs for him. It was my fault for jumping on every male I found attractive.