Novel & Cerita Professor Erotica

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

He fucked me mercilessly against the desk — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans echo through the empty lecture hall. “Such a perfect campus whore,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Cumming in front of everyone like that. You loved it, didn’t you?” “Yes, Professor,” I sobbed, pushing back to take him deeper. “I loved it.” He reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough, forcing another orgasm out of me. I squirted again, soaking his trousers and the floor as I came with a broken scream. Professor Crowe groaned and flooded me with thick ropes of cum, grinding deep as he marked me one final time.

“This is private. This has nothing to do with my teaching.” Dean Hargrove leaned forward. “Be that as it may, Professor, the optics are catastrophic. A respected literature professor secretly paying a student thousands of dollars to perform sexual acts on camera? And then placing that same student on academic probation when he enrolls in your class? It looks like retaliation. Or grooming. Or both.” My green eyes widened in horror. “That’s not — I didn’t know he was my student when—” “You admit it’s you?” the other board member cut in.

“Fuck, just like that baby. Make me come, make me come in your pretty little hands.” My eyes were closed and my head was thrown back. It felt like I had gone to heaven and back when she used her thumb to rub the tip of my dick. “Lena,” I groaned, clutching to the table for support. “You like this? Do you like this, Professor Knight?” It was torture that she's calling me by professor. She stopped for a second and I opened my eyes to see her removing her blouse and bra. Her breasts were now exposed to me. What was she planning on doing?

The sudden control took my breath away entirely. "You think you can just walk in here and distract me?" he murmured. He leaned in close, his face just inches from mine. "You think because I touch you in the dark, you get to break the rules in the light?" "Adrian..." "Professor," he corrected sharply. "You call me Professor when you are in this building." My stomach flipped violently. The taboo thrill of his words made a heavy, wet heat pool instantly between my legs. "Professor," I breathed.

"I wasn't planning to go to the newspapers with news about your disastrous one night stand anyways. But just so you know, you and the big, bad professor are definitely going to get horizontal again." "Eww." "He's hot. You could do much worse." She waggled her eyebrows. Professor Buford wasn't just hot, he was a work of art. Tall, lithe, with high cheekbones, perpetually messy hair, those intense grey eyes and the expensive looking clothes that tapered to his body. It was unfortunate that he was a grade A asshole. I understood that his career could be hurt if what we had done came out, but he didn't need to keep me quiet with threats.

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.

He growled to her, his huge hand wrapped around her throat as he wrecked her wet coochie. El was creaming all over her hot Professor's fat cock, moaning like the dumb whore that she was. I whispered the dirty words as I typed away. "Ram my pussy sir, cream my cunt please. Fuck me harder." I whined softly. My glasses were fogged from the heat. The heat in the class or the one my body was producing, I didn't know which one was hotter. I've been obsessed with this man since I transferred to the school. Professor Garrett was my Sex Education lecturer. To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his.

Without that, she would have absolutely nothing left. Especially now. My heels clicked softly against the polished floor while thoughts formed steadily inside my mind. Professor Green’s class. The moment his name crossed my thoughts, a strange tension curled faintly through me. Every girl on campus noticed him. It was impossible not to. Tall, cold, sharp-eyed, carrying himself with the kind of authority that made even older professors seem smaller beside him. But unlike most men, Professor Green never looked impressed by attention. He barely looked interested in anyone at all, which somehow only made people crave his approval more.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next