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“Ellie,” he says, “would you mind waiting behind?”
Chloe shoots me a look, and I shrug. I wonder if any of the other students are looking too. The cheerleader-type girls aren’t here today, but I bet they’d be giving me evil looks if they were.
Soon, it’s just me and Professor Stellar. The door closes, making the room seem bigger but also impossibly small. It’s as if there’s not enough space for us as he stands in front of the lectern, and I stand a few feet away. He glances at the door, then walks right up to me. I have to crane my neck to look up at him. He stares right into my eyes.
“Is everything okay, Professor?” I whisper, hardly able to force the words out.
He opens his mouth, then laughs at a joke only he knows, but it’s not in a secret, mocking way.
“There’s something I have to tell you,” he says after a pause, quickly getting intensely serious.
“Yeah?” I murmur, wondering if this is it.
CHAPTER
SIX
Max
She looks up at me, her lips slightly parted as if expecting a kiss. She’s wearing a white shirt buttoned up to the top. It highlights the shape of her perfect, juicy tits and shows the outline of her bra too.
I’ve been rock-fucking-solid during this whole lesson, my member jerking when I take in the sight of her thick legs in those black pants. I think about hugging them and what it would be like to massage her possessively.
I’ve got to stop myself, and this is my plan. Tell her the truth. Tell her what I did to her Aunt Jane, give her both sides and let her side with her family. It’s the right thing to do, but the longer we stare at each other, I realize that’s bullshit.
I can’t tell her. It’s not my place. I just wanted her to stay behind so I could look at and be close to her. I’m doing what every goddamn pervert professor has ever done. Is it better because I want to be with her forever? Need to?
“P-professor?” she murmurs. “What is it you want to tell me?”
I take another step forward, aware I need to stop. I’m getting far too close. This is Jane’s niece. Sure, Vanessa hadn’t even met Ellie’s dad when we all knew each other, but that connection is too strange, especially with how we left things.
I’m so close now that I can smell her shampoo. I’m staring right down into her wide, green eyes.
“Your… contributions to the class,” I say, struggling to find my voice. “They’ve been excellent. All of them.”
“I didn’t say anything today, sir.”
Sir. That makes my shaft blaze, the base almost hurting with the tension. Something in those wide eyes almost turns me into a beast. I’m too primed from last night, pissed at the administrators for booking two classes in this module two days in a row.
“Still,” I say weakly. “Excellent work.”
She lowers her gaze. Oh, fuck, is she doing this on purpose? She bites her lip, giving her the cutest, sexiest look. I almost reach down and start rubbing my hard dick to release some tension.
I’m shaking. I need to fuck her. Get her tits nice and slippery with oil or precome or spit, then slot my dick between them, grind against her as she moans and begs for my seed. She’ll want it in her tight, young, fertile womb.
She’ll want me to explode in her, so much it spills out of her. Then I’ll finger her hard, driving my seed deep, and make her come. That will get me hard again, the sight, feel, taste, and smell of her creaming for me.
I’ll fuck her again, relentlessly, hard. I’ll bend her over and claim her like the primal animal she makes me. I’ll grab her childbearing hips and slam into her while staring at her thick ass rippling for me.
“Thank you, sir.”
I almost groan when she repeats it. My balls are swelling.
“Are you still thinking of getting that tattoo?”
She smiles a little shakily. For a second, I don’t think she’s going to respond. Then she gets sassy and says, “I haven’t changed my mind in the last two hours, no.”
I smirk. “You never know with your generation.”
That turns her pouty, which gets my cock swelling even more. “We’re not completely different generations…”
“Newsflash, Ellie. I’m thirty-eight. You’re barely out of high school.”
“I’m nineteen,” she says, as if offended. When she stands up even straighter, her breasts sway subtly, causing my finger to twitch. “And anyway, I believe maturity is more important.”
I’m so close to leaning forward, touching and grabbing her. I’d submerge my hands into her hips, feel her curviness, then drive my manhood forward and let her feel how hard she makes me. My tip is leaking hot precome. Thank God I’m wearing black pants.
“Were you really a tattoo artist, Professor?”
