Novel & Cerita Professor X Student Books

“There’s the sassy girl I know. Smartass.” The professor continues and I try to focus, but shit, he’s going to be in this class—right next to me—for the whole semester. DING! He’s going to drive me crazy. He wrote, Where’s that Kama Sutra book? I bet she still has it. Get a copy. I take a deep breath. This is going to be a long semester.

I slowly and carefully picked up my books, taking my time so I wouldn't have to walk too close to him. But he was already at the front desk, putting papers in order with his big, veined hands. I had to walk right past. "Professor," I mumbled, looking down at the floor. My heart was beating so hard that I was sure he could hear it. He didn't answer right away Just looked at me. I could feel the weight of his gaze moving over my face, mouth, and chest,

She just nodded, raising her eyebrows at me as she glanced between Xavier and me one more time. "Alright, class, listen up." A man called over the crowd of students as he entered through one of the back doors of the gym. It was almost comical as he came up beside Xavier. The two of them couldn't be more different. Where Xavier was tall, lean, and lethal, the other man was all bulky muscle on a short, stocky frame. "You may call me Professor Brawn." "Well, that definitely suits him," Lexi whispered to me under her breath, causing me to have to cover my grin with my hand as I listened to the professor.

I mean, seriously, I’m a student and a stripper – not some kind of super spy. When the clothes pass muster, Christian starts to pull out my books. The textbooks he passes over pretty quickly, though he raises an eyebrow at my subjects of study, either surprised or derisive. I wrap my hands around my elbows, anxious. When he gets to my notebooks, though, I lean forward in surprise. “That one,” I say, raising my chin a little towards the stack in his hand. “The one with the brown cover – that’s…not mine.” “It’s not?” he asks, glancing at the others.

Just as I felt the first wave of a climax building, a sharp, loud knock echoed through the room. "Professor Xander? Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question about the syllabus?" I froze. My heart stopped. I was sitting naked from the waist down on my professor's lap, my pussy glued to his erection, while another student stood mere inches away on the other side of the door. Xander didn't move. He didn't push me off. Instead, his hand slid down, his fingers finding my clit and pressing down with a sudden, punishing intensity. "One moment!" Xander called out, his voice perfectly calm, perfectly professional, while his fingers worked me into a frenzy. "I'm just finishing a critique with Ms. Zoe