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Although, my brother seems to have broken that rule—or he’s the exception that proves it.
“You’re much too handsome and virile to be a confirmed old bachelor. I’m betting this time next year, you’ll be settled down, married, and covered in babies. It’s why you came back to college—for a second chance.”
“Five dollars says you’re wrong.”
“Done.” She holds out her hand, and I shake it.
“Goodnight, Sharon.” I grin, heading out into the night, ready to get back to my solo, faculty housing and get some rest.
6
Reanna
I wantto fuck Professor Dirk Winston.
The realization hit me hard when I left his office after my initial contact. I’ve never wanted to sleep with a target, but this purported “computer geek” professor is fucking hot.
Sleeping with him is not part of my “get close” master plan. I could get what I want from him without spreading my legs…
But it does make the job more fun.
When I was in his office, it took all my focus not to place my hand over his, to press my soft body against his hard one. I turned on all the charm, pouting my lips, allowing my hair to fall seductively over my shoulder, and he shut me down.Damn.
I kind of hoped he’d be easy, but honestly, feeling his anger, his strength when he hit the brakes and turned into Mr. Strictly Business, made him even hotter. He’s a good man with good character, and so fucking hot with those glasses and broad shoulders and large hands.
The muscle in his square jaw tightened, and I wanted him to catch me by the face and tell me I was being a brat. I wanted him to shove my thin top up and squeeze my bare breasts, lick my hardened nipples, and pull them with his teeth. I wanted him to spank me and then bend me over his desk and fuck me hard from behind.
Heat races to my core, and alone in my dorm room, I lie back on the bed, closing my eyes as I slip my hand past my underwear and play out my fantasy…
It starts with him sitting in that leather chair, burning with anger. I walk around his mahogany desk, leaning forward so he can see I’ve forgotten my panties (oops). I bend a little farther and my pussy is right in his face.
I imagine the muscle in his square jaw flexing, his hazel eyes darkening as he struggles with his animal needs versus our human rules. He’s right on the edge. The muscles in his arms bulge as he grips his chair tighter. He only needs a little nudge…
“Please,” I moan, feeling my wetness leaking onto my thighs. “I want you so much it hurts, professor.”
He breaks.
Strong hands grip me by the waist, and he fumbles, sliding his cock up and down between my legs until he locates my entrance. With a firm thrust, he’s inside, and we both moan so loudly, it’s audible in the hall. It doesn’t stop us.
Curses fall from his lips as he punishes me. I'm jeopardizing his career. I’m a student, barely twenty-two, but he’s lost all control. He pounds into me feverishly, and my voice is a wailing cry, somewhere between begging and bliss. His cock is so hard, and he’s so desperate.
My hand circles faster, massaging my clit as orgasm tingles in my legs. I imagine a drop of sweat tracing down his cheek from how hard he’s working. Strong fingers thread in my hair, and he jerks my head back as he drives deeper. He’s taking out his frustration on me, hating himself for wanting me. Hating himself for how much he wants to do it again.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp as my orgasm shudders through my core, shaking my thighs and bending my waist. “Oh, fuck…”
I’m so sensitive, my eyes squeeze shut as I ride it out, as a smile curls my lips.
God, that felt so good, even if it was just a fantasy. Turning onto my side, I wonder what it will be like when it happens for real. His hard body against mine, surrounding me with his scent, his salty sweat on my tongue.
He’s so fucking lickable.
I’ve got to find the crack in his walls.
“One aspectof criminal psychology that has fallen out of favor is profiling.” The lights in the auditorium are dim, and Dirk stands in front of the screen sliding his hand down each bullet point as he discusses it.
He’s become simply Dirk in my mind, although it’s hotter to imagine calling him Professor Winston when we’re alone, when he spanks my bare ass for being a bad girl. Pressing my lips together, I fight a smile at the thought.
Two weeks have passed, and I’m doing my best to take it slow. Maybe today I can try a different approach. My outfit is more conservative, a blue dress with a cardigan. It’s pretty and sweet, not too much to put him on guard.
