Student Professor Romance Books Novels & Stories

He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

“Letting your professor fuck you on his desk like a little slut. Does anyone know how wet you get for me? Does any of those football boys fuck you like I do?” “No one,” I gasped, my breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. “Only you, Professor. Only you make me this wet.” He tugged my nipples harder, leaning over me so his chest pressed against my back. His cock dragged against my G-spot with every stroke, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. “You’re such a good little student,” he groaned in my ear. “Taking my cock so deep. I bet you touch yourself thinking about me every night, don’t you?”

I’m not sure why I suddenly felt so embarrassed over that fact, but I felt the need to avert my eyes and glance at my lap. “No need to be embarrassed,” Emily chuckled. “I know what it’s like to be infatuated by a teacher. Joseph is quite charming, so I don’t blame you in the least,” she said with a light laugh. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand,” I said, furrowing my brows together. “You think I’m infatuated with Professor Evergreen?” “He is a famous author, and many students seem to have crushes on him. So yes. I believe you are infatuated. There’s nothing wrong with that Tessa. Believe me, I understand.”

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

Seconds later, a knock sounded on the door. "Come in." Lucien said curtly, concentrating hard on the textbooks. The door opened and a female professor came in with her heels clacking on the floor repeatedly. "I see you're busy." She said, looking at me even though she was referring to Lucien. "Not so busy as not to know what you're here for." He said, finally handing the textbook over to me, and a wide grin broke on my face. She could never really imagine the handsome professor who looked so serious at the moment was actually kissing the college students who kept blushing like a broken machine that couldn't control its smile.

*** Elsewhere, Renata stood before a massive wooden desk buried under piles of documents, while Professor Alex Harrington sat behind it, his fingers interlaced with an ease that felt far too casual for someone about to decide a student’s future. “So,” he finally spoke, his voice low and steady. “Do you want to explain why I saw you leaving Dominic Sinclair’s office looking… like that?” Renata swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry, as if the air itself refused to enter her lungs. “It was just academic matters, sir.” Her voice trembled. She tried to keep it steady, but the sharpness in his eyes made every word sound weak before it even left her mouth. “Academic matters?” Alex let out a soft chuc

The professor turned pale when she saw me, and the man looked my way, and I was shocked when I recognized him. My mouth widened in disbelief as I saw the man who was eating her out was our new Psychology Professor. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Professor Buenaventura is one of the most respected professors on campus because of her beauty, sophistication, and intelligence, so it was impossible to believe what I was seeing. But when I realized that it was really her and that they were having sex inside her office on school property, my respect for her plummeted. It was a disgrace to have sex inside the school property.

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.

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.

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