Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I nod, slipping my hand slightly behind her neck. “I get it, and maybe there’s a way you can have both in your life. You are a very good girl. I’m proud of you.” I pause, clearing my throat. “You will always keep your grades up. Do you understand?”

There’s a flicker of confusion in her eyes as I stand, and she looks up at me. “Sure.”

“Good girl. There are other things you will do, things I will require. But in time we will talk about that. For now, I want you to get dressed. We are going out.”

“Where?”

“I want to show you something. I want your opinion on some things.” I intended to ask her for help with the house redesign before, but now, knowing it’s something that feeds her, I’m anxious to get going and have her involved in my life.

She squints up at me, and I see a young woman, but I also see a little girl, and I realize I will never be able to sleep again without her by my side. I need to know where she is, if she is safe. As well, I need to touch her, taste her, fuck her, own her… there’s a new man born in me, and it will be her responsibility to take care of him.

I’ve packed a lot of life into my own forty-one years. Built my own sort of empire, one with a foundation of danger and less-than-legal activities. One that could place her in harm’s way, which is why I now need to make a new life. One that she deserves.

I breathe in her delicious scent, making my mouth water, and long to taste every part of her. In my life, if there was something I’ve wanted, I’ve stopped at nothing to make it happen. And I’ve never wanted anything like I want her.

She’s not wearing a bra under the T-shirt, and I think of tearing it open and sucking hard on the peaks of the nipples I see pressing into the fabric.

Instead, I trace her jawline with my thumb, my need to keep my hand on her throat stronger than even I understand. Her skin is flawless. Her face a masterpiece. I’m memorizing every line and contour so I can carry her with me always, even in my dreams.

“I need to shower,” she says, a smile playing at the corner of her lips.

“Take too long, and I may come in after you.”

I give her ass a quick swat as she walks to her bedroom, and she spins her head around to look back, biting her bottom lip, but doesn’t say anything else. And from the way she twitches her ass and skips the rest of the way to the bedroom, I’d say my swat hit the spot.

When her bedroom door closes, I can’t fight my need any longer. I lean against the doorjamb just as I did last night after I touched her in bed. I release my cock and start to stroke, imagining her naked behind that door, water running over each amazing curve.

Esme

“DANG,” I WHISPER, LOOKING around the tiny bathroom filled with steam.

I took the fastest shower known to man in probably three minutes because I’m so anxious knowing he’s standing in the other room waiting for me. I tiptoe across the rug and scan my bedroom dripping wet, fairly sure I’m not going to find what I’m looking for.

There’s no towel.

I did all my laundry at my parents’ house the other day when I visited, but it’s all still in the laundry bag sitting just inside the front door.

The tingling rush of heat between my legs builds as I pull my shirt over my head and it sticks to my wet body. My is hair sopping wet, and I decide to forgo panties for the moment and just run out into the living room and grab a towel, my belly already tight knowing it’s more than a little provocative, but the thrill it’s giving me urges me forward.

Ever since Vito picked me up off the street yesterday, I’ve not been able to curb the dirty thoughts and these tense feelings down low in my belly. He’s not slick, not like you’d see on the cover of GQ, more like you’d see on the cover of Hot Mobsters Who Don’t Give a F*ck.

His confidence only adds to his sexiness and the fluttery way he makes me feel. I’m getting the feeling there is more here than him just wanting to be sure I don’t sue him, and the way he’s talking like I’m his already should scare me, but it doesn’t.

It excites me.

I’ve never been a girl to think with her pussy before, but Vito is giving me new lessons, and I have to say I can’t wait to be schooled by him.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I’m feeling lightheaded as I grab the doorknob and pull, nearly falling back on my ass when I’m met with the wall of man meat blocking the doorway.

“Fuck.” Vito’s voice is deeper than usual, his eyes laced with lust, and I fixate on the massive hand clutched around an even more massive cock, hard and swollen and red with need.

“I’m sorry.” I force my eyes up, flustered, and start to swing the door closed again, but his other hand slaps the wood and pushes it back open.

“I’m not sorry. You need to know what you do to me, little girl. Look.” His free hand comes to rest on the top of my head, forcing my gaze downward to his thick cock, hand wrapped around the base.

There are slick droplets coming from the slit in the tip, and my mouth starts to water. His suit jacket is pulled open, that incredible hard-on jutting out from his black suit pants, and I bring a quivering hand to cover my mouth, unsure what to say but not wanting him to see it hanging open.

Between my legs, the tension ignites into a wet gush, and I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.

My eyes are locked onto his hand as it moves up and down the thick shaft. A purple vein as thick as my pinky finger snakes up toward the top, and I swear I can see his pulse beating there.

“Do you like watching?”

His hand moves faster, thick fingers encircling the hard length, and I’m mesmerized.

“Yes.” My answer is barely audible, but there’s only truth in it. “I like watching.” My cheeks burn, and I’m astonished how uninhibited I feel considering I’ve never really seen a man’s cock before.

“Good girl. That pleases me.”

His words leave me breathless. He’s unlike any man I’ve ever encountered. It’s as though he lives in a world of his own. Making his own rules. And power seeps from him, swirling in a masculine scent that has my head swimming. You would think I would run from him, slam the door in his face and tell him to get out…

Instead, I can’t take my eyes off the sight of him masturbating right in front of me. I’m dizzy and more turned on than I’ve ever been.

“Watch,” he rumbles, and I swear I can hear his heartbeat.

His hand pumps up and down as the weight of his other on top of my head makes me feel like I’m completely under his control. The entire situation is so erotic, so dirty. I should be horrified, but I’m not. My pussy aches as I watch, listening to his low breathing coming from above, the sound of his hand moving on the skin around his erection.

He stops, and I swallow, hoping he’s not done because I want to see him cum. I can’t believe this is me, but I also can’t deny the truth of what I’m thinking.

He releases his cock, raising his hand palm up just under my chin. “Spit,” he growls. I’m frozen for a second, but he repeats the command, “Spit.” The baritone of his voice vibrates through me.

He wiggles his fingers, and to my surprise I comply, spitting into his palm. The saliva slowly drips from my bottom lip until it falls in a glistening drop.

“Again,” he orders, and I do as he says, a rumble emanating from his chest as he rubs my saliva onto his erection and starts stroking again.

Desire surges hot through my veins, and the ache between my legs is nearly unbearable. I squeeze my thighs together as his stroking turns feverish, and I’m rapt, in awe at the sight, even as drops of shower water drip from my bangs into my eyes.

“You are a dirty girl for me, aren’t you, Bambina? Say it, say I’m a dirty girl for you…” He pauses at the end, and I feel like he wants to say something else, but his words drive me closer to my own edge.

The weight of his hand lifts from my head, slipping down through my damp hair then halting beneath my chin, moving my eyes to look up into his intense face, the muscle on his jaw line flexing and releasing.

Flashes of heat turn me into a thoughtless mess, and there’s a darkness in his eyes I’ve not seen before.

“Say it,” he grunts, and my heart nearly pounds from my chest. A gush of slick arousal coats my thighs as I squeeze and pulse the muscles down low.

“I’m-” I stammer, trying to come to terms with what is really happening here. “I’m a dirty girl for you.”

As the words slip from my lips, something else about him hits me. A word.

A title.

Something inside me wants to say one more word.

I don’t know where it’s coming from, but the pull is so strong, it’s like I’m being swept down a rushing river, and I am under the control of another force.

“Good girl.” His voice hits me like a blow to the chest.