Lips Professor In Shameless Novels & Stories

The tightness in my chest returned. Professor Reed noticed. “You don’t like it?” “No. I just remembered something stupid.” “How stupid?” “Stupid enough to make me question my judgment.” He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “People misread things when they’re hurt.” The sentence landed too precisely. I looked at him, but his expression gave nothing away. So I lowered my head and took a bite of the dessert, pretending I had not understood. By the time dinner ended, I could no longer tell whether I was still upset over my anonymous boyfriend, or whether Daniel Reed was making it too easy to forget him.

“Because, well, why not? It’s not the first time a student has fucked her professor.” I got chills from what she just said. Instantaneously, I picture Julian’s body looking absolutely luscious, wearing only a T-shirt. And I’ve always thought men looked sexier in sweatpants. Now, imagine ripping off all that... Nope, nope. That’s not something I should be thinking. That’s totally obscene. “Stop it. I still have shame in my body. It’s not okay to cheat back. Kristoff has yet to explain himself.” “Screw Kristoff. He’s a scumbag.”

Shanon cursed Sarah for her nosiness, which caused her to have problems with the sexy, but cruel professor. “Shanon. Hey, I'm sorry." After the class was over, Sarah approached Shanon and hugged her shoulder. “I didn't know if that sexy professor would catch us. I'm sure he was explaining the material in front of the class when I threw the paper at you. He really shows his reputation as a strict lecturer to his students." “You're getting me in trouble,” Shanon replied coldly. “I've never had anything bad to do with the lecturers in the two years I've studied here.”

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

Fingers, tongue, cock, every inch that's what is left. His lecture didn't go smoothly as usual, slides blurring as his eyes traced my cleavage, breathing shallow. "Precisely. The... release." The pointer shook slightly as I uncrossed legs deliberately, flashing garter. I watched satisfied as he gasped, audible. The whole class began to notice his uneasiness, my phone vibrated. *Mia: GO GET DADDY PROF. Film creampie!* “Class's over.” Prof Will's voice rang across the hall.

I started, forcing composure, “is what we would call… jumbled. Most countries claim to operate in democracy, but that’s a big lie. And—” Professor Thompson started clapping before I finished. “I knew I could count on the best student in the class,” he said warmly. “After all, you’re the best for a reason.” My stomach twisted. I could feel Lena’s stare burning through me with unveiled pure disgust. Her lips curled in contempt, and Katie was whispering something into Rita’s ear. They were both smirking. Their laughter felt louder than ever even if I couldn’t hear a thing. And even as the professor’s praise filled the room, I felt nothing but the ache of realization:

My heart starts to thump against my ribcage, but nothing is coming out of my mouth. She is telling lies one after another; I can't take it at all. I can't leave behind what belongs to me. "Please, stop lying," I request her. "Professor, you know everything, then why aren't you opening your mouth?" "Why do I open my mouth when you are the liar?" My blood starts to boil while listening to him. “Shame on you, but I am not weak, and I am not going to give up on what is mine." He gives me an angry look.“Do you know why you are not eligible?” Professor's voice makes me look at him being quizzical trying to find out what the actual reason can be.

Air shifts around him, like a storm gathering before it breaks. He doesn’t look anywhere else but at me till he stops before me. Everything about Liam looks eerie. His menacing strides, sharp onyx eyes, silver hair falling to a side of his face, and that sharp jaw that’s always pulled tight like he hates everything. But he surprisingly smiles. At me. My stomach sinks. “Dominion Liam, you can’t just walk in when…” The professor is saying, but he interrupts. “Professor Dean,” he says smoothly as he turns from me, voice cutting through the silence, “I apologize on my girlfriend’s behalf for coming late to class.”

I bit my lip. "He has confidence." The professor adjusted his glasses. "No, Mr. Daniels." "I checked online." Kael whispered again. "Oh, this is getting interesting." I had already started shaking with laughter. The professor sighed. "Would you like to come teach the class?" The student actually thought about it. Kael buried his face inside his notebook. "I admire the delusion." That was it. I lost it completely. I laughed so hard my shoulders started shaking. The professor looked in our direction.

The mask hung half off my face now, lipstick smeared, mascara tracks everywhere. Damien pulled out slowly, watching with dark, hungry eyes as a thick glob of his load oozed from my ruined hole and dripped onto the floor. “Fuck! Anna…” I turned my head, looked him dead in the eyes, and smiled with filthy satisfaction. “Yeah, Professor. Now that you’ve fucked your student senseless on camera… we’re gonna have a little talk about payment.”