Filthy Professor: A First Time Professor and Student Romance (Wynton Book 2)

by Bianca Cole

  I carry her into the kitchen. It’s a typical student apartment, small and compact. “My turn to taste you,” I growl as I set her on the small kitchen table.

  I pull the shirt off over her head and take in the sight of her naked, groaning and fisting myself in my hand. Even though I came already, I’m throbbing and hard still. Her breasts are as perfect as I could have imagined. Her perfect pink nipples pebbled and erect, pointing right at me.

  I palm her breasts in my hand and focus my attention on those beautiful nipples, pulling her left one into my mouth and grazing it with my teeth. She moans the moment I touch the sensitive flesh and her back arches. Her skin is softer than silk.

  I turn my attention to her right nipple doing the same as my fingers circle her hard, swollen clit. I continue to lathe her nipples with my tongue, making her gush for me. I take a step back to admire her. She’s fucking perfect.

  12

  Sasha

  Logan’s arms wrap around my bare waist as he kisses me, pinning me down to the kitchen table. I don’t even care that I’m naked in front of him. He’s making me feel better than I’ve ever felt before.

  I moan and pinch my hard, erect nipples between my fingers, as he steps back and stares at me with that fierce, hungry look.

  “That’s it, baby, play with yourself for me.” He fists his still hard length in his hand.

  I allow my fingers to drop between my thighs, running them through my wet lips. My clit is throbbing with need after Logan touched me there. I run my finger across the hard nub and arch my back.

  Logan steps forward again and slides his rough fingers across the soft skin of my thighs, inching toward my soaking wet pussy. I want to feel his tongue and lips on me again.

  Ever since he made me come on my desk in the lecture hall, it’s all I can think about. His rough fingers slide between my soaking wet folds, and he dips them in to the knuckle, making me gasp.

  “You’re so wet for me, naughty girl.” He kisses my neck and moves his finger in and out of me. “Is it because you’re thinking about my thick cock inside of this tight pussy?”

  His eyes find mine, and the look he gives me sends a shiver of need down my spine. “Yes,” I gasp out, unable to find anything else to say. My fingers tangle in his dark hair, and I moan.

  “First, I’m going to make you come for me.” He drops to his knees, and I arch my back, ready to feel his mouth on me. His tongue laps at my clit, making me jolt closer to him. I buck on the table, moaning as he dips his finger into me again, sucking and nipping my clit with his teeth.

  His large hand settles on my waist, pinning me down to the kitchen table. His fingers work in and out of me with increasing speed, and then he curls them, hitting the spot that makes me scream with pleasure.

  I don’t care how much noise I’m making. I don’t care that our next-door neighbors will know I’m being fucked. All I care about is us. He works me into a frenzied mess of pure desire. The fire burning hot inside of me is building to unbearable. It feels like I’m going to explode.

  “P-Professor, I’m going to come,” I moan.

  “Good girl,” he growls against my arousal, sending vibrations through me. “Come for me, baby. Make that naughty pussy come on my tongue.” He increases the speed of his fingers, fucking me, and the hot, fiery pressure explodes.

  My vision turns white with pleasure, and my eyes roll back in my head. He still tastes me as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. My juices spill onto his face. I’m convulsing under his hand as I come on his tongue. My breathing is labored as he keeps lapping at me.

  Finally, he removes his fingers from me and holds my gaze. I watch as he opens his mouth and licks my juices from his fingers. I moan loudly, writhing still from my orgasm.

  He stands and kisses me, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. It turns me on more than I’ve ever been turned on. I’ve never wanted to have sex more than I do right now.

  He pulls back and gazes into my eyes with that same hungry intensity that sends shivers through me.

  “I need you inside me, professor.”

  He groans. “Are you sure you are ready for me inside of that tight pussy?”

  I nod and grab his length in my small hands, stroking it from root to tip.

  “I want to hear you say it,” he growls.

  “I’m ready for you, professor.”

  “It sounds so filthy when you call me professor.” His lips crash over mine again as he hoists me up into his strong arms and carries me down the hallway.

  I’m naked, and he’s still clothed. His hard erection is jutting out of his suit pants.

  “Where is your bedroom?” he asks.

  I direct him to my room, and he opens the door with me in his arms. He kicks the door shut and then stumbles over to the bed, setting me down.

  “I-I want to see you naked,” I say.

  His lips turn into a heart-melting smile as he kicks off his shoes. I watch as he unbuttons his pants, holding my gaze. He pulls them off along with his boxers, allowing his huge cock to spring free and releasing his big heavy balls.

  It’s so fucking large, seeing it in all its glory like that, his thick, swollen head, glistening with precum, makes me ache for him. I lick my lips at the sight of it. Then his hands go to undo the buttons of his shirt. I squirm in front of him, watching him undress. My breath catches in my throat as he pulls his shirt off.

  He is pure male perfection. He looks like he is sculpted from stone.

  I sit up on the bed and reach out for him. He moves toward me and kneels on the bed. I need to touch him. My hands travel over every inch of his taut chest and broad shoulders.

  “Like what you see?” he asks.

  I can’t speak. Logan is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. All I can do is nod in reply. He presses his lips against mine, making me moan against his mouth. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  I pull him into me again, kissing him. “I want you to fuck me, sir,” I whisper into his ear.

  He growls a low throaty noise and then descends on me. His hard body pins me against my bed as he settles between my thighs. He rubs the head between my slick folds, coating my already wet lips in his cum. “Do you want me in your tight, little, virgin hole?”

  I gaze down at his cock at my entrance, a long sticky line of precum dripping from the swollen head onto my clit.

  A wave of desire spreads through me. I’m about to have sex with my college professor. His dick looks too big to fit inside. I swallow hard and gaze up into his stunning face. His blue eyes flood with a fierce heat that floods my belly with warmth.

  “Sasha, are you okay? We don’t have to—”

  I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him. “I need you inside me,” I moan into his ear.

  He grunts against my skin and moves his muscled hips toward me, pressing forward and pushing the swollen crown inside. I’m so wet it eases him in. My fingers dig into his back, and I stare into those intense eyes as he slides inside of me. It’s pleasurable and a tiny bit painful at the same time.

  Slowly, he sinks inch after inch of his hot, throbbing length inside me. He stops when every inch is inside me, and I feel his heavy balls settle against my skin. Our panting breaths fill the room as he remains still inside of me, allowing me to get used to his huge size.

  The pressure inside me builds the moment he stretches and fills me. I buck my hips, trying to get him to move inside of me.

  He pulls out of me until only the head is left, throbbing inside of me. Then he thrust back in, letting me feel every inch sink inside of me again. He groans as his balls slap against my ass.

  I gasp as pure pleasure floods me and that hot building desire consumes my entire body. He keeps on moving in and out of me, slowly at first.

  “That’s it, baby. Take every inch of me. I love stretching that tight virgin pussy,” he growls, holding my gaze with pure fire in his eyes.

  I moan deeply as he thrusts in and out of me faster and harder, moving ov
er the top of me. My hands trace his muscled chest as he works himself in and out of me. He leans down to pull my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, making my back arch.

  “Fuck, you feel better than I ever imagined wrapped around my cock,” he growls into my ear.

  I moan as it’s all I can do. My hot professor is talking dirty to me as he takes my virginity. It’s mind-blowing. He throbs inside of me and swells even bigger, moving even quicker. Every thrust hits the spot inside of me that makes my toes curl.

  The burning desire he’s igniting inside me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before — pure fire spreading through my veins, heating me right to my core. I can feel my juice dripping down his shaft, and the pressure inside of me builds to unbearable. I know I’m going to come again, already.

  “I-I think I’m going to come,” I moan.

  He thrusts into me deeper and harder. “That’s it, baby, come all over my cock. I want to feel your cum coating my balls.”

  “Fuck,” I scream, as every muscle in my body tightens. An explosive orgasm rocks through me and wave after wave of pleasure floods me. White filters into the edges of my vision as he continues to pump in and out, extending my orgasm and making me quiver.

  He fucks me faster and harder. The pain I’d felt earlier gone as he fucks me deep, sending me right toward the edge again. He is mounting that hot fiery sensation inside of me that sets my world on fire.

  He stops thrusting, making me whimper and kisses me hard. His muscular arms wrap around my waist, and he flips us over, so I’m straddling him.

  “Ride me, Sasha,” he orders. “I want to watch you bobbing up and down on me, baby.”

  I bite my lip before moving up and down slowly at first. What if I’m not doing it right? He holds my eye contact as I move, and I feel so vulnerable in this position, so unsure about myself.

  His eyes are filled with hungry, passionate desire. The way he watches me starts to chase away any doubts about what I’m doing, and I lose myself to the pleasure again. He groans beneath me, spurring me on. My back arches as he kneads my breasts in his hands and pinches my nipples between his fingers.

  I moan as I pick up the pace, riding his cock hard. Logan’s animalistic grunts tingle up my spine with each rise and fall of my body. He grips hold of my hips and meets my movements, driving his dick deeper than I ever believed possible. The throbbing of his hard length inching me ever closer to my third orgasm.

  He sits up and kisses me as I rise and fall. He pulls back and gazes into my eyes. The intensity threatens to have me coming undone from that alone. As if he knows I’m on edge, he slows again and kisses me hard. I whimper, desperate to feel that pressure release.

  He wraps his arms around my waist and swivels me on his cock, keeping his chest pressed against my back. He forces me to my knees and kneels behind me. The position allows him to rub my clit as he drives in deep from behind. He nips and kisses at the soft skin on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

  His hard length swells harder and larger, making my muscles spasm. The pleasures builds back again instantly. Hot and all-consuming desire coming to a head and ready to explode.

  “That’s it, baby, take me deep inside your pretty, little cunt, and come for me again. Come for your professor like a good girl.”

  I bite my lip, unable to contain the pleasure ripping through me anymore. “Fuck, Logan,” I scream his name as I come even harder. Harder than I’ve ever come before.

  Logan grunts against my neck as he shoots rope after rope of his thick, sticky cum deep inside of me. His balls clench as I feel him pulsing and releasing deep inside of me.

  He drops backward onto my bed, holding me against his chest. His hard length still deep inside of me. He kisses my neck and then pulls out of my throbbing heat. My whole body is still tingling from my last orgasm.

  All that fills the silence is our heavy breathing for a few minutes. He holds me in his arms, keeping me against his hard chest. I wonder if he’s going to say anything and glance up at him to see him smiling down at me. “Are you okay?”

  I nod and bite my bottom lip. Did that just happen? Or is this some crazy dream? “I’m better than okay.”

  He kisses my forehead and tightens his grip around my waist. “Lay your head down, Sasha. I want to hold you.”

  I settle my head on his chest. Why is it that this feels so right and natural between us? I know it can’t continue. He’s my professor. He took my virginity, and it was better than I ever could have imagined. What if he doesn’t want to do it again? I chew at my lip as I keep my head against his warm chest and try to push that notion from my mind. The beat of his heart beneath me sends me off to sleep in his arms.

  13

  Logan

  The bang of the front door shutting startles me awake. I glance down to find Sasha still fast asleep in my arms. I glance at the alarm clock on her side table, and it is four o’clock.

  Shit.

  I hadn’t intended to fall asleep here at her apartment. Now I’ve missed a freshman class this afternoon, and her roommate is back. My student. What the hell was I thinking? I know the answer to that. I wasn’t. My cock has ruled my brain all damn day. It has ever since I met Sasha.

  I shake the gorgeous creature awake.

  She glances up at me with wide eyes and then flashes me a beautiful smile. “You stayed.”

  I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I fell asleep. I’ve got a feeling your roommate just got back.”

  She stiffens in my arms, and her eyes go wide with fear.

  “Hey, I’m back. How are you feeling?” Ally’s voice calls down the hall, and her footsteps echo outside.

  My heart beats at a hundred miles an hour, as my arms remain locked around my naked student. The virgin who I just deflowered, although it’s against college policy. My other student is on the other side of the door. This is why we shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t resist her. I still can’t. She’s mine.

  Sasha clears her throat. “I’m feeling better. I’m just going to get dressed. I’ll be out shortly.”

  “Okay, I’m going to take a shower. I’ll see you when I’m out.” The footsteps echo further down the hallway to the bathroom.

  The click of the door shutting stills my hectic heartbeat. I breathe a sigh of relief as the sound of running water echoes through the apartment. That was too close. It was reckless to fall asleep here in her room. The passion and desperate need to make love to Sasha overruled my common sense.

  Make love.

  I can’t believe that thought passed through my head, but that’s how it felt. Damn, I’m so screwed. Ever since I set eyes on Sasha, I knew this wasn’t just sexual attraction. There’s something deep and primal that draws me to her. Something I’ve never felt before for any other woman. What we did earlier wasn’t fucking. The passion was on another level. It’s as if my soul longs for hers.

  I care for this girl. It wasn’t just a fuck. I took her virginity, and that makes me feel closer to her than any woman I’ve ever been with. There was no way I could have left quickly afterward, not right after popping her cherry. I’d only intended to lay with her for half an hour and then get back to the university. Instead, I’d fallen asleep in her bed for a few hours and missed a freshman class I was supposed to teach.

  My feelings are so mixed up right now. I can’t be feeling this way toward a student. She makes me feel happy. I want to keep her safe and protect her from assholes like Jack. I want more than she can give me. I want her forever.

  She nudges me in the ribs. “Professor, you better go quick.”

  I raise a brow at her. “I like it when you call me professor when we’re fucking, but I like you calling me Logan the rest of the time.”

  She smiles. “Okay, Logan…. You better go quickly.”

  I kiss her lips and groan. “I wish I could stay in bed with you forever.”

  She kisses me back, lazily at first, but then the passion increases. I find myself rock hard and ready to fuck her
senseless again. I press my throbbing erection against her hip, and her eyes widen. “Logan, you need to go now,” she half moans.

  I groan and bite her bottom lip gently. “I wish I could fuck you instead.”

  Sasha stares up at me with pure longing. “Me too, but you’ll have to wait.”

  I drag myself out of her bed, knowing she is the only one thinking straight right now. I’m thinking with my rock-hard dick. I should have got out of there already. As the realization of how close we are to getting caught sinks in, I get dressed and turn back to her.

  She’s behind me the moment I’m dressed, wrapped in a gown, and pushing me out the door. The rushing water of the shower still echoes through the apartment. Thank fuck for that. Then a knock at the door sounds.

  Shit.

  Sasha’s eyes widen. “You better hide somewhere,” she whispers.

  I glance around, searching for the best hiding place. I duck down behind the sofa in their tiny little living room. I can just about get a glimpse of Sasha opening the door, and she’s shaking like a leaf.

  “Jack, what the hell are you doing here?”

  Not that fucking jock.

  “That’s no way to speak to your boyfriend.”

  I hear her grunt in frustration. “How many times do I have to tell you? You and I are never going to happen. You’re not my boyfriend, and never will be again. Now get the hell out of here.”

  “You’re a fucking bitch. Did you know that?”

  “You’re a cheating asshole.”

  “It’s no wonder you’re still a virgin. Who the hell would have sex with you?”

  I can feel myself getting angry now. If this kid isn’t careful, I’m going to lose it. I could see myself flying out from behind this sofa and pummeling him to a pulp. No one talks to my Sasha like that. No one. My rage is bubbling beneath the surface. When it involves Sasha, I don’t seem to be able to control myself.

  “Not that it is any of your business, but I’m not a virgin anymore. Now fuck off.” I hear her slam the door in his face.