Possessive Professor Page 2

  “Wait!” I quickly push back away from him. “I'm still a virgin,” the confession tumbles off my tongue and I instantly regret it for fear he’ll change his mind.

  “Fuck, Remi. You shouldn't have told me that,” he lifts a hand and runs it through his hair.

  I knew it. I fucking blew it.

  “Wh—why?” I stammer nervously, feeling the tears sting the back of my eyes.

  “Because I truly did not think it was even possible for you to be any more fucking perfect than you already are...”

  A small giggle parts from my lips. “You're joking, right?”

  “Not even in the slightest. But you did change my mind about fucking you on a desk,” he smirks.

  “Where are you going to fuck me then, Professor Whitaker?” the ache between my legs for him is so strong it hurts.

  “My place, after dinner.”

  “We really shouldn’t go to dinner, people could see us and start talking...”

  “Who said we had to have dinner at a restaurant? I’ll cook for you,” he leans in for another kiss and then gently pulls back just enough to where he’s a whisper away. “But seeing as this is my lunch hour, I’d like to eat your virgin pussy, that is if you don’t mind?”

  All I can manage is the shake of my head.

  “No, you don’t mind or no, you don’t want me to eat you out?” he asks in a gravelly whisper against my lips.

  “I—I don’t mind, Professor Whitaker.”

  His masculine hands shove my jeans off my big hips and I instantly become self-conscious. Attempting to hide my stretchmarks on my belly, I try to hold my shirt down and turn to face him as he sits in the seat at the desk. “What are you waiting for? Take a seat,” he smiles as he taps the top of the desk.

  “I’ll fucking break the desk,” I squeal.

  “No, you won’t.”

  I slowly wiggle out of my jeans and my gray cotton panties, then I lift my leg onto the desk. Completely exposing my wet center to him. “I don’t feel comfortable sitting on the desk so will this work?”

  He doesn’t answer me. He dives right in and his hot, pink tongue darts out and presses against my sensitive button. Flicking back and forth in magical swirls and circles, dipping in and out of my tightness. Professor Whitaker brings a thick digit up to my center and spreads my folds apart for him to go even deeper with his tongue. Gasps and moans flee from my throat as he presses his finger inside me and skillfully maneuvers his tongue against my clit. He pulls his head back slightly and inserts another finger in me.

  “Holy fuck,” he growls, licking his lips.

  “What?” I ask with nervousness lacing my voice.

  “You taste so fucking good, Remi. So fucking sweet. So fucking delicious. I’m not going to want to let you walk out of this room.”

  He goes deeper with his fingers, and I let out a high pitched whimper in response as my walls clench around his thick digits. The movement and speed of his fingers chase my orgasm, wiggling vigorously in and out of my center. I keep a grip at the hem of my shirt, holding it in place. But he yanks it up and a sharp “No!” flies from my mouth.

  “What?” he asks in puzzlement.

  “I don’t want you to see my stomach,” I admit.

  “Why the hell not?” he growls, shoving his fingers deeper inside me and I yelp. “You’re fucking beautiful, and I hate that anyone has ever made you feel less than that, Remi,” he kisses my inner thigh until he reaches my center again.

  Sucking against my sensitive spot as his fingers go in and out, fast and hard until he brings me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. The pressure of pleasure builds within me and takes over every inch of my body. My legs begin to quiver as moans and whimpers of satisfaction flee from my lips and a wave rushes through me. I orgasm hard at the mercy of his magical tongue and fingers, and he looks up at me with flame-filled eyes and grins with my orgasm dripping from his lips.

  I can't even begin to imagine what he’ll do to me with his cock later...

  4

  Professor Whitaker

  I can hardly believe I beat Justin to a bloody pulp and trust that he’ll keep his mouth shut, let alone this. This goes far beyond what I did to Justin. I just ate the life out of Remi’s pussy in my classroom. The very classroom that will be flooded with students soon and someone is going to sit in this desk. I haven’t even had my cock inside her and her pussy is already driving me mad. I slowly lift my fingers to my nose, and inhale the sweet scent of her innocence.

  My cock is so hard, it’s about to explode in my pants. It’s pressing against my zipper and it fucking hurts. I have to get off before class starts because I won’t be able to focus on anything else until I do.

  I shuffle my way to my desk and sit down in my chair. Unzipping my pants, I free my cock from the restraints of my underwear and run my finger over the bead of precum. I reach for the small bottle of lotion from desk and squirt some out into the palm of my hand, slowly stroking along the length of my shaft. Rubbing all over my dick to get it all lubed up, I imagine it’s from the wetness of Remi’s sweet pussy, though. I stroke faster as I think back on how Remi’s tight, wet center clenched around my fingers. I keep sniffing her scent on my other hand as I continue stroking my erection, and imagine every filthy, possessive thing I’ll do to her big, beautiful body tonight.

  I allow my mind to drift off to how her pouty lips will look wrapped around my cock, and how her soft moans will fill the air as she tastes me. And I’ll grab a fistful of her hair and thrust my cock deep into her throat. I’ll keep thrusting in and out until her mascara runs down her face Justin’s blood ran down his. Then I’ll push her onto my bed and eat her sweet cunt again until her legs are shaking, then I’ll flip her over onto her stomach and whip her perfect, round ass until it’s painted in red from my belt. I imagine her loud screams in response and how wet her virgin pussy will be, all for me.

  No one else.

  I’ll pop that sweet little fucking cherry of hers and fill her with my hot cream.

  I continue stroking my cock harder and faster, as I think of being inside Remi for the first time. “Ugh! Fuck!” I growl, biting my bottom lip as my cum shoots out onto my stomach.

  Remi has no clue whatsoever what she’s in for tonight.

  Fuck. I don’t even have a clue as to what I’m in for tonight...

  5

  Remi Tanton

  Regardless of feeling overwhelmed with my nerves going crazy because of Professor Whitaker, this is the first time in my life I’ve put on a matching set of panties and an outfit and haven’t questioned whether or not I look beautiful. With what Professor Whitaker said to me earlier, it really struck a chord with me and gave me the confidence I have so desperately needed for a long time now.

  My phone vibrates and takes my attention away from my reflection in the mirror. My hands are shaky and clammy as I see I have a message from a number not saved in my contacts.

  It’s him.

  I looked up your number in the school system, meet me DJ’s Pub & Grub. I’ll pick you up out back.

  Okay, see you soon...

  It takes everything in me to not let an excited squeal escape me when my roommate is sitting at the desk studying only a few feet away from me.

  “I’m heading out for awhile, possibly the whole evening, but I don’t know yet,” I break the silence in the quaint room.

  “I’m not your parent, you don’t have to tell me what you’re doing on a Friday night.”

  Pleasure being roomies with you, too...

  “Duly noted, Jamie,” I say, grabbing my backpack with a pair of overnight clothes and supplies just incase.

  I sigh before exiting the room, smiling as widely as I physically am capable of.

  I truly can’t believe this is about to happen, not that it’s happening in general, but the fact that it’s happening with someone I trust. Someone I want to give myself to. My innocence isn’t being taken away without my permission like I have always feared would
happen because of Justin. Instead, I’m giving myself to someone who went above and beyond to protect me from biggest fear.

  Once I reach the back alley of DJ’s Pub & Grub, I see a nice fire engine red sports car flash their headlights. I walk toward the car and the driver’s door opens. Professor Whitaker steps out and greets me with a sexy grin as he walks over to the passenger door, and opens it for me.

  Professor Whitaker gets in the car and gently places his palm on my thigh.“What are you thinking about, Remi?” His deep voice sends a spark of electricity down my spine.

  “All of it. Everything. What happened today, what you did to Justin, now, what’s going to happen tonight,” I ramble through a deep breath.

  “Hey...” he says comfortingly, and I look over to him. His dark icy stare, piercing mine. “You don’t have to worry about any of that, Remi. I told you I would protect you, and that’s what I did. That’s what I’m going to continue to do.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know, Remi. I honestly have no fucking clue. All I do know is that I want to, and it’s because I feel something for you that I’ve only been searching my whole adult life to feel.”

  He leans in presses his soft lips firmly against mine in fiery passion, stealing my breath away from my lungs. Everything is happening so quickly, but I don’t care. For the first time in my life I’m not afraid of love. No one can control what their heart wants, or when it wants it. My heart wants Professor Whitaker, and from the sounds of it, his heart wants me just the same.

  After a bit of a bit of a drive, Professor Whitaker pulls his sports car into a long driveway and parks in the garage. I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach for the door handle to open it, but he’s right there opening it for me. He extends his hand to assist me, and I step out of the car. He helps steady me on my feet with his grip on my wide hips, he squeezes and growls. “You’re so fucking sexy, Remi, I cannot wait to bury my cock deep inside you.”

  I slide my bottom lip between my teeth and nibble. “And I can’t wait for your cock to buried deep inside me.”

  Professor Whitaker slams the car door shut behind me, and lifts me up in his arms. Carrying me through the front door of his home as though I”m completely weightless. We exchange delicious, passionate kisses as he carries me into his bedroom and gently lays me down on top of his king size bed.

  “Fuck, Remi. You’re the absolute most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my whole goddamn life,” he crawls over the top of me as he slides my zipper on my jeans down. I assist him in ripping them off of my hips. Then he lowers himself between my legs as he rips my panties off from my hips and spreads my legs apart. He hungrily stares my achy, virgin center while he unzips his jeans and shoves his pants along with his underwear off from his waist, freeing his large erection. He kicks off his pants and underwear from the bed and lowers himself between my legs, leaving a trail of kisses from my inner thigh to my center. Spreading my wet folds apart, he presses his tongue inside me, and then sucks against my bundle of nerves.

  I shift my hips firmly in an infinity shape, causing my center to press harder against his face as his tongue performs magic tricks just as it did this afternoon. I keep grinding my hips against his mouth, feeling myself getting closer and closer to an eruption of pleasure.

  Then he stops.

  “Ugh!” I let out in frustration.

  “What?” he asks in a deep, taunting voice.

  “I was so close...” I whine, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

  “I know you were, that’s why I stopped...” he pauses, crawling back up my body and placing his massive erection at my entrance. “I want you to come your brains out from my cock,” he growls.

  “Yes, please, Professor Whitaker,” I say in a seductive whisper.

  “Remi, stop calling me Professor Whitaker. My name is...” I place a finger up to his lips to hush him.

  “Tell me after, the whole Professor thing really turns me on,” I giggle playfully.

  He carefully presses his erection into my virgin hole, and I feel my walls stretching to fit his large cock. I whimper from the pain and grip him with my nails, dragging them down his back as he pushes deeper inside me. He shoves my shirt up over my breasts, exposing my stomach to him again but this time I didn’t flinch. I didn’t try to stop him. Professor Whitaker grips my breast before shoving my bra up over it, then he wraps his hot, delicious mouth around my nipple as he thrusts hard inside me.

  “Oh, fuck! Oh my God!” I scream out in pain and pleasure, feeling full with his cock inside my channel.

  Professor Whitaker exposes a side of him I never expected he possessed, he thrusts harder and faster inside me. Pounding into me relentlessly, causing my whole body to jiggle and my nails dig themselves deeper into his skin as I let out another Earth-shaking scream. He nibbles on my nipple, hard, and then grabs my legs, pushing them up in the air to where my legs rest on his shoulders as he keeps fucking me. Then he roughly grips my hips, using all of his force to manhandle my virgin hole with his erection until a hurricane of pleasure rips through my body, and my walls clench around his thickness. Then he quickly pulls out and decorates my round, stomach with spurts of his cum.

  “Holy shit, Remi. I’m honestly surprised I even lasted that long, you’re so wet and so tight just for me,” he lays down next to me and kisses my cheek as he brushes my hair off from my hair.

  “We’re going to do this again, right?” I ask, breathlessly.

  “We’ve got all night...” he smirks, his chest heaving from his deep breathing.

  “That’s it? Just tonight?” I ask, leaning up onto my side. Feeling my swollen, tender center as I my legs come together.

  “Well, I was thinking for the rest of my life but I thought that might seem a little possessive...” he chuckles softly.

  “And you don’t think kicking the shit out of a man you don’t even know because of me wasn’t possessive already?” I tease.

  “Maybe a little bit.”

  “So, Possessive Professor...what’s your name?”

  “Why don’t we take a shower first?”

  THE END

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