Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I see the movement of his arm from the corner of my eye, and I want to drop down to my knees so I can both look into his eyes and watch him jerk off, waiting for something I’ve never thought about before…

I want his cum.

I want it on me.

I want to taste it.

I want it inside me.

Before I can stop myself, I look directly into his eyes, and the words come from somewhere inside my soul. “I want to be a dirty girl for you…” The last one catches on my lips as I force it forward. “… Daddy.”

The movement of his hand halts, and his eyes catch fire as the fingers on my chin slip lower to grip around my throat.

“Say that again,” he rumbles, and my belly flips as I rise onto my tiptoes.

His hand tightens, and I struggle to take a breath, filling my lungs before I repeat the words.

“I want to be a dirty girl for you, Daddy.”

“Fuck.” His eyes close for a moment, then his hand leaves my throat, and his grip is on my wrist, pulling me into the bedroom. When we get to the edge of the bed, he orders, “Sit.”

I comply, looking directly into the dripping head of a cock nearly as long as my forearm.

Trembling, I watch in awe as he releases his erection, strips his jacket, tie and shirt, and tosses them on the end of the bed.

My own need throbs inside me as the pulsing between my legs makes it nearly impossible to form any rational thought.

“Take off your shirt,” he commands, standing in front of me shirtless, his cock standing up, spreading his zipper wide.

My fingers shake as I grab the bottom of my T-shirt and drag it over my head, still unsure any of this is real.

I could be dreaming. I did bump my head. Maybe it’s like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz; I’ll wake up, and my world will be black and white again.

He rips the shirt from my hands before I can let it go and tosses it onto the floor with a grunt like a caveman. I’m sitting naked on my bed while Vito examines me, his eyes tracing up and down, and when I look, I notice the fingers on his right hand are twitching.

The look in his eyes is primal, and it makes me shiver under his gaze.

Then he brings a hand down, two stiff fingers pushing on my chest until I’m prone. I lick my lips, my hands wrapping around my waist, unsure where else to put them until Vito fixes that.

“Grab your knees. Pull them up and apart. Show me everything. I want all of you.”

My skin tingles as I follow his orders, splaying myself wide for this man I’ve only known a matter of hours. I look at his hard cock jutting upward, cum leaking from the tip, and my mouth waters.

“That’s beautiful, my little Bambina. Has any other man ever touched you?” His voice is hard like he’s having trouble getting the words out. “Tell me the truth. It will kill me if you say yes, but I’d still rather know the truth.”

I shake my head, and he releases an uneven breath.

“Thank God,” he grits out, and my head swims. I don’t know what I’m doing, but somewhere deep down it feels right.

Dirty.

But right.

Need pulses through me as his eyes lock onto my open legs then glide upward to rest on my tits for a long moment, making me hold my breath.

When he finally looks me in the eye, I think I might pass out.

“I’m going to touch you now, little girl. Daddy needs to know how wet you are for him.” The filthy words make the throbbing unbearable, and I feel like his eyes are penetrating my soul. “You want that, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like to have my fingers on your little girl parts.”

He brings a finger to my lips, pressing forward, and I suck it inside. I watch his eyes flick shut at the sensation, and when they open again, they’re wild.

When he withdraws his finger, my lips stay open, and I nod, answering his question.

He shakes his head. “That’s not good enough. When I ask you a question, I want to hear your answer, understand? A nod is not enough. Tell me what you want.”

I gather my senses as best I can as he lowers his hand between my legs. The need is so strong, a desire I’ve never felt before. I need him to touch me. I want him to own me.

“I want you to touch me please, Daddy.” I add on the last word and watch his chest fill with a deep breath as his jaw muscle tightens.

I release a moan, mixing with his own as he drags the backs of his fingers through my folds while his eyes narrow and stay locked on my face.

“So beautiful, Bambina. So fucking wet.” He brings his fingers to my lips, slick with my juices. “Open.”

Once again, his fingers are in my mouth, and I taste myself on them. He withdraws, then lowers them again, dipping them just inside me, moving them up and down through my tingling pussy until I think I’m going to come undone.

“God, that feels so good.” I press my head back into the bed and pull my knees upward, closing my eyes and letting the feelings wash over me.

When I open them again, he pulls his hand away, this time bringing his slick fingers to his own lips. I see the glistening strands of my juices webbing between them, and then he plunges them into his mouth with a low, rumbling moan.

“You realize this is mine.” He looks down at my open legs. “Whatever this is between us, I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never tasted anything like you. I’m not letting you go. Your fate is sealed, I’m afraid.”

A crooked grin spreads over his lips as his fingers come back down and press just inside my opening. I gasp as his thumb begins to make circles over my sensitive nub, pushing me closer to the edge.

My mind spins at his words as his fingers push inward until I see him let out a sigh, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

“This little cherry is mine, too. I take care of my things, Bambina. I’m a powerful man. I’m used to getting what I want. And I don’t remember ever wanting anything as much as I want you.”

I feel like I’m in a dream. He’s clearly in a different league than my family and me, but it’s not his wealth or power that interests me. It’s his power over me. It’s this pull I feel in my chest toward him. Like he’s a part of me I never knew I had.

His thumb moves faster over my clit until I feel the tension gather. I open my legs as far as they will go, close my eyes again and explode, whimpering and twisting on the bedding as he strokes me until my orgasm plays out, leaving me panting.

“Good girl. Know how much it pleases me when you cum.”

I nod, unsure what else to do or say, and his eyes look like they are on fire. His gaze is so intense it could be that he’s in heaven or thinking he’s ready to put someone in hell. He oozes calm dominance, and it has me transfixed.

“I don’t even know your last name,” I manage through panting breaths, gripped suddenly by the thought that I’m letting this near-stranger do things to me I’ve never done before. “And you don’t know mine.”

“That is true, my Bambina. I plan to tell you many things, and you will tell me. But last names don’t change anything, do they? You know what I know, there is something here, between us.”

The way the light from the living room cuts across his hard, handsome face is like a message from God, telling me he’s right. His near-black hair is decorated at the temples with a bit of silver, even though he doesn’t look old enough to be gray, but it only makes him even sexier to me. His chest is hard, arms and upper body thick, and I see just the right amount of dark body hair running down his torso forming an arrow pointing down toward his incredible cock.

“Know I will always take care of you. That means many things, but be sure it also means your pleasure belongs to me. I will give it, I will take it, I will require many things from you, but I will always put you first. Always.”

A shiver shakes me as he leans in, his fingers leaving my pussy and sliding to my legs as he lowers his face.

Tension grips between my legs as he kisses his way down my inner thigh until I feel like I’m going to fly apart into a million pieces.

As soon as his mouth connects, I’m tumbling into another orgasm so intense everything goes black. There is no sound except the buzzing inside my head as heated bliss engulfs me and leaves me breathless and quivering.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

I release my grip on my legs, my arms flailing out at my sides then down to touch his head, the source of this wicked pleasure.

Distantly, I’m aware that I’m screaming, but I can’t hear myself. It’s as though my brain has been rewired somehow, and it’s his mouth creating this euphoric, electric chaos inside of me.

My pussy contracts and releases, riding out the waves of bliss as I move my hands out and hold onto the bedding, amazed at how I came so easily with him. Even when I try to play with myself, it takes a long time if it happens at all.