Lips Professor In Shameless Novels & Stories

, he said while looking at his watch to check the time. " sure thanks", she mumbled while looking at him in a sexy way. She then licked her lips just like she's inviting him. Professor Damon bid goodbye to her and go back to his class. Steph just looked at him from far away with a big smile on her lips. She already falls for him. " ah he's a teacher I guess", then she bit her lips. ---------------- She decided to go back to check her first subject when she suddenly smells something bad. It was a dreadful smell as if it was like a human corpse.

Chapter 5 “Oh God. Liammm. someone might come!” “Let them watch,” he snarled, adding a third finger. The wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the air as he finger-fucked me mercilessly. “Let them see what a filthy professor you really are. Taking your student’s fingers like a cheap whore in a public garage.” My hips bucked back against his hand despite myself. Shame burned my cheeks, but the pleasure was overwhelming. My juices ran down my thighs in sloppy streaks. He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me clenching around nothing, and I heard the sound of his belt and zipper.

Isa knew this man never asked for anything in his life - he dictated it. Long gone was the simple giddiness of having an attractive professor. Isa was thoroughly enamored. Curious. The student mentally cursed herself as her thoughts took a darker turn. She knew her therapist would have something to say about it, who was more than aware of Isa's self-destructive tendencies regarding sex and commitment. Isa definitely didn't need to spiral into an episode of self-reflection at the moment, so she refocused her attention to the front of the room. The professor removed his glasses and gracefully tossed them onto the podium. The class was silent, waiting for him to speak.

He deserves to get a swollen lip for lying to me. "Well, I guess I deserve that" he chuckled a bit. I lean in and kiss his lips later biting it harder when he starts responding to my kiss. I pull back and giggle at his face. "You deserve that too," I say and stood up holding my hand out for him to take. Liam stood up holding my left hand. His right hand touch his bitten lips. "Oh Shit! my professor must be thinking I am showering" he laughs at his joke.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

Am I really that annoyed with him? "Guys, please compress here to the table so that you can see the procedure more effectively." In addition to being cruel, he is also curious. Are you currently enrolled as a student?! This is very noticeable! “Hi. My name is Era Ponciano, and I'd like to introduce myself. I am in my first year of college, in the second semester, and my former professor is Ma'am Sher, who is away, for now. She is currently in the adapted community. She approached me about teaching you the procedure because she doesn't have any other professors nearby who are not teaching classes at the same time. And I'm a complete moron for agreeing to it, hahaha!"

How he leaned close until I could feel the heat of him everywhere, until my body shook not just with fear but with something far worse. His lips had lingered along my neck, not kissing, not fully touching, but hovering, enough to make my pulse race. “Who do you belong to?” he had whispered, tracing his fingers down my lap, slow, deliberate, making me tremble even as I wanted to push him away. I remembered the shame that flooded me when my lips parted, when I wanted to answer him. When I nearly did. Only you, Professor. The thought alone made me grip the sink harder, my knuckles white.

Zaviyaar, who was just stepping into the class, noticed this scene and clenched his jaw. The whole class turned into silent mode on Zaviyaar's arrival as the anger spread on his face was enough to make everyone mum. “It seems today the professor fought with his wife before coming to the university.” Amaar spoke, chuckling to her. Sensing the dangerous aura of Zaviyaar, Anaaya pinched Amaar on his arm. “Keep your mouth shut….if you don't want the professor to kick you out of the class, so keep your nonsense jokes to himself.” They both were gossiping with each other in a whisper.

She’s lucky that I can’t even afford the alcohol at the moment. “Shut up. You can’t be serious.” She wheezes. “Girl, I’m as serious as that idiot professor who asked you to suck his dick in exchange for a grade in college.” Her loud gasp of horror travels through the speakers. Yes, Zuri is quite the overly dramatic one. “As serious as Professor Tiny Balls? Oh, good Lord!” She sounds so serious that I can’t help the giggles that bubble up my throat. “Yes. His name is Desmond. The African American.”

The moment I finally managed to sharply sink my teeth into his lip, he abruptly released his grip, lifting a hand to touch the bead of crimson blooming on his mouth. "Ah! Ssshhh..." he hissed, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He then leaned his face down, placing his lips mere millimeters from my ear to whisper, "You are truly feral. But... I find it immensely captivating," he uttered, a subtle, dark smirk playing on his features. "You absolute degenerate of a professor!" I cursed under my breath. He slammed both of his large hands flat against the wall on either side of my head, locking me in place once more. "But you thoroughly enjoy it, don't you... whenever I behave in this exact m