Novel & Cerita Student Professor Romance

That was when I saw him. Professor Green stood near the faculty office speaking quietly with another lecturer, his posture calm, his expression composed in the same distant way it always seemed to be. I slowed without meaning to, my gaze settling on him while something brushed faintly against my awareness. It wasn’t strong or overwhelming, just a strange flicker of familiarity that slipped away before I could fully grasp it.

“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?”

His shoulder brushed mine as he reached for one near my knee. Nearby students paused, whispering. Phones came out. The simple act of a professor helping a student shouldn’t have drawn attention, but with the way people had been gossiping lately, it did. My face burned with embarrassment. “Professor, you don’t have to….” “I’ve got it,” he said quietly, voice steady. He handed me the last page, our fingers brushing. That familiar spark shot up my arm. His jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his expression neutral. Professional. Always fighting to stay professional.

Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about having feelings for one of their professors at the university. “Which of the professors are you referring to?” Brittany asked once they stepped out of their dormitory. Different students roamed the corridors and halls, their chats and gossips filling the air. Fiona clutched the book she was holding to her chest and adjusted her spectacles. A broad smile tugged at her lips as she revealed. “I'm referring to Professor Thompson, Brittany.” “Wow!” Brittany mumbled, her eyes going wide as she struggled to process her words.

Already, she could see the lust floating unhindered in the air; the female students were already going gaga. “Good morning everyone, I’m Professor Noel. I will be taking you on the biochemistry of the human body.” Clean voice too. Many pants were really going to be dropping soon. She didn’t think the man would be oblivious to them for so long. Girls could be very creative when they were seeking people they were desperate for. And even though she sensed that the man was only attuned to her, she wasn’t moved by it, nor did she behave like she was aware of it. Kaden would have the professor’s head if Jutul should report the matter to him.

They were able to snag an empty table to actually sit down and fill up on the food they’d grabbed. For a while, Edward was actually enjoying himself. Vanessa was absolutely adorable as usual as he tried all the different things she’d picked out. And she also let Edward feed her a few things off of his plate as well. “By the way, why did you call that guy, ‘professor’?” Vanessa asked looking at Timothy, though she has met Jennifer and knows about her love story still hasn’t seen Timothy face to face. Edward looked up and followed her line of sight and answered, “Long story, in short, he’s the husband of my best friend Jennifer, the one I’ve told you about, and he pretended as our professor wh

“You can be my campus girlfriend. We could meet here on the weekends, and you get to take care of me. That's all. We could end up being good together, and you can pass my course even if you perhaps do not take my exams.” My jaw hung open, and I blinked a couple of times to remind myself this wasn't a dream. “I can't do what you're asking me. I can't.” He scoffed. “Why? I'm a professor. I have enough money to take care of you. You should be happy that I decided to pick you for this kind of offer.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, sir, I'll have to decline the offer. I can't; I'm not that kind of girl.”

He reached over and grabbed the stack of papers. Her heart skipped a beat and she got a good whiff of his cologne. The both of them stared at each other, a form of heat expanding around them. It wasn't until the door opened that professor Thompson finally pulled away. "Well, Ms.Moore, thank you for lending a hand. I will see you next class and hopefully you're early next time." The man held out his hand and glanced at the person that stepped in. It's Mrs.Laime, she's a Spanish professor. "Oi dios mio. I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was inside." She chuckles nervously.

"This is a joke. This whole dinner is a joke. Dad, are you really going to sit here while he insults us with this... this charity case?" "Sit down, Dominic," Arthur said. He looked embarrassed. "Professor Blackwood is a guest of the university." "He’s a creep!" Dominic yelled. He stood up, knocking his chair over. The whole ballroom went silent. "He’s sleeping with his student and you're all just eating your fish like it's okay!" Caspian didn't move. He didn't even take his hand off my leg. He just looked up at Dominic with a bored expression. "Dominic," Caspian said. "You're making a scene. And you’re wrong. I’m not sleeping with my student."

I found myself lying on his wide table, the surface sleek and smooth with documents and devices swept to the side. The snapping of his belt, and the slight creak of the door made my stomach dip. But not with fear, but with excitement that coursed through my body and made me even wetter. What if someone walked in right now? The whole school would know I was spread on my professor’s desk, with only my panties on. “You could lose your job if someone sees us, Ron. Aren’t you scared?” However, he didn't stop, as he pulled down his trousers, taking out a condom. As if he had it ready, as if he knew I was going to come in and he would have me spread on his desk.