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Two years later, the book was everywhere. SHHHH… Professor sat at the top of the dark-romance charts on every major reading platform for months. It refused to leave. Readers could not stop talking about Lila and Damon. Comment sections filled with theories and arguments and late-night confessions. Some people swore the story had to be real. Others insisted no one could survive that much scandal, that many threats, and still get a happy ending with twins and a quiet house. A few readers posted side-by-side comparisons of old campus photos and the descriptions in the book, trying to prove what Juliet would never confirm.

My Professor's Obsession PURE ENGLISH VERSION Written by: AdicQueen09 Genre: Romance/ Adult Fiction 18+ This book is a work of fiction , Names and Characters , Some places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used factitiously , Any resemblance to actual events , places or persons , living or dead is entirely coincidence. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURED CONTENTS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship.

A student had been sitting right there, asking questions about the syllabus, completely unaware that Ryder was unzipping the professor’s dress pants. Ryder closes his eyes for a second, recalling the musky scent of the man’s arousal, the heat radiating from his groin. He had pulled the professor’s thick, hard dick out and wrapped his lips around the head, tasting the salty bead of precum. The professor had been stuttering through his lecture, his face flushed a deep crimson, sweating as he tried to maintain eye contact with the student while Ryder deepthroated him, taking his cock all the way to the back of his throat.

He asked, horror evident in his voice, and I gave him a sexy look. “You will be a father, but to me, you are ever going to be my naughty professor, and I will forever be your slutty student; that's our forbidden love story.” “You missed one more qualification, a sexy housekeeper for her hot professor... you are the full package that I didn't subscribe for, but I got anyway.” He whispered, and he kissed me hard on the lips, while I stroked him gently, and my breathing was ragged when I felt his cock hard on my hand.

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

The sensations were electrifying, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, savoring the blissful intimacy of the moment. Professor Blake's hands gently cradled my face as he continued to shower my neck with affectionate kisses. His actions were filled with both passion and tenderness, and I could feel the love and desire that flowed between us like an unending current. As his lips moved upward, his eyes met mine, and in that shared gaze, we communicated a profound understanding. This connection was not just about physical desire; it was a union of hearts and souls that defied the conventional boundaries of professor and student.

the professor's trembling voice shouted as she tried to stop the man from getting closer. I became even more puzzled then. I looked at them with a bewildered expression, wondering what was happening between them, and why the professor acted like he saw a ghost – no, let me rephrase that – a dead person. Meanwhile, the man acted like he missed the professor so much and loved him deeply. I unconsciously furrowed my brows and messed up my hair out of frustration. Frustration for the both of them. I never thought that I would be frustrated in the middle of the two of them! And I never thought I would be even more frustrated after hearing the words spoken by the handsome man, "I'm sorry love, I d

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

I froze for a second the minute she asked, as I felt so hot inside all of a sudden making me wonder why she had just asked about Ryan. “Did she know something?” I thought to myself. “Why…” I stuttered trying to comport myself hoping she knew nothing about that. “Why would you ask that?” I asked. “Nothing, I'm just saying!” She responded taking more sips of her drink. “The only relationship I have with my student Ryan happens to be the special biology tutor sessions we normally have on most days,” I responded confidently. “And after that, nothing outside the box” I added hoping she wouldn't ask any questions further.

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