Professor Romance Novels & Stories

It was late into the evening and they were sitting on one of the large couches in the living room, she was lying on top of him and he had an arm slung over her back, fingers trailing circles on her naked ass, She'd preheated the pizza he ordered earlier and they'd eaten until their stomachs were full and now, they were watching a soap drama on tv. Everything almost felt normal, She was a girl and he was a guy and they were just lounging around after a day of hot sex. But nothing about them was normal. She wasn't just any girl and he wasn't any guy either. He was her professor and she was his student. Maya sat up, shuffling away from his hold. She wound her arms around her body protectively,

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.

she fumed inwardly. “So you mean, revealing clothes like this actually invite crime? What kind of crime? Sexual harassment....” Rose approached the professor with a seductive smile, swaying her body, which was covered only by a dark blue tank top and a white miniskirt. “Or rape? Or perhaps a steamy romance? Which one do you think?” The professor glared at her while brushing away Rose’s fingers that were tracing his jawline. “You’ve been disrespectful to a professor, Miss Garcia! So after this, you must report to the faculty office to receive your punishment,” the professor snapped with a furious expression.

I stumble back, dazed. "Professor Orion! We demand answers! Why is your student with you in your holiday cabin?" "What is the nature of your relationship with this student!" "What do you have to say about the sex for grades accusations?" "There is a report of your reputation that holds water to that accusation. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I asked in almost a whisper, finding it hard to believe she would weave such a story in her head. Yeah, we kissed, but that didn't mean we were dating! That man forced his delicious kisses on me, and I couldn't resist it. "Alright, alright, I might have exaggerated that part, but I don't believe whatever she says. Do you know how many hot wealthy girls have gone to the professor with their bodies? If the professor was a playboy, he would have fucked a lot of them, but he didn't. From what I'm seeing about him, he's pretty wealthy, and the school management respects him immensely," she whispered, and I rolled my eyes.

Jayden smirks when he saw that the professor straightened her back and looks like she even did the breast out. "Come in. Next time I would not tolerate such late students." She strictly uttered but now she is looking at Riley with so much affection in her eyes. Jayden wanted to laugh but he stopped himself. Who would not? Their professor is already old and yet, she was being captivated by the face of her handsome and dangerous student. The terror professor is indeed smitten to her one student and that is no other than, Riley.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

I replied, “He's really hot now and even has a freaking tattoo. I couldn't repress my urges anymore, so we ended up sleeping together. Then, I found out that he's also a professor at my school here in Australia, so yeah.” “That sounds straight out of a romance novel,” Diana replied, a teasing lilt to her voice, “I'm really glad you've found someone though.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, confused, “Jett and I are just having sex. I'm not and will never be interested in pursuing any sort of romance with him or any one at that.” Diana's face immediately became plagued by concern, “Are you sure about that? You do know that most sexual relationships almost never end well, right?”

“Sooo… was that really Professor Kieran?” I sighed. “Yes.” She gasped, eyes wide. “No way. He gave you a ride?” “It’s not what you think,” I said quickly. “It was raining. He offered. That’s it.” Sandra gave me a teasing grin. “You know, it doesn’t have to be nothing.” I shot her a look. “Sandra.” “What?” she said, hands up in mock surrender. “He’s young, he’s hot, and so is Dante. Honestly, Lessie, if I had professors like that, I wouldn’t be complaining.”

he said, his voice hoarse, “was not just sex.” She chuckled, still breathless. “No. It wasn’t.” “I mean, it was great sex,” he elaborated, pushing a damp lock of hair from her cheek. “But also more.” Lena looked at him, really looked at him. There was no trace of the smug professor. What was left was the man who had the class where he studied her, the man who knew what drink she preferred, who touched her in a way that made her feel as if she mattered.