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

by Bianca Cole

I bite down hard on my hand, “Fuck,” I whisper, knowing how important it is to keep quiet here.

  “Turn around and bend over the desk, baby,” he says into my ear. “I’m going to fuck that beautiful asshole until you can’t take it anymore.”

  I do as he says, bending over his desk and baring myself to him. I glance back to see him smothering his big cock in lube, stroking it from root to tip. The sight of him behind me like that makes me gush with anticipation, eager to have him filling and stretching out my ass.

  He moves toward me and grabs hold of my hips, rubbing the tip against my puckered and hungry entrance. I push back against him, trying to force his length inside, but he holds me hard. “I’m in control, Sasha,” he growls in a way that makes me even more needy for him.

  I whimper as I go still, waiting for him to push inside of me. It feels like a tortuous amount of time before I feel the pressure of his head against my tight ring of muscles. Then, I feel his thick head pop through the tight hole, followed by each perfect inch of his hard, thick length, stretching my ass and filling me in such a satisfying way. This time it’s impossible for me to stifle the moan as the pleasure reaches a mind-blowing level and stars dance in my vision.

  He groans behind me and then grabs hold of my throat, pulling me up toward him, forcing me to arch my back and take him in even deeper. “Damn, you feel so fucking tight,” he mutters, leaning down to nip at the sensitive flesh below my ear.

  “You feel amazing filling my ass, professor,” I say, biting my bottom lip and looking back to gaze into his bright blue eyes. We keep eye contact as he fucks me hard and deep, sending me toward the edge again.

  The noises he makes are animalistic and primitive, stifled only by the way he bites his bottom lip, stopping himself from losing total control in his office. It takes a lot of restraint to stop myself from screaming as the pleasure becomes unbearable, I bite on my clenched fist, forcing it into my mouth to stop myself.

  He drives into me harder and faster now, and I can’t take my eyes off of him as I watch over my shoulder. The slapping of his skin hitting mine echoes around the small office and would no doubt be heard outside. All we can do is hope no one is out there to hear, as there is no way either of us is stopping now. I’m so close to unfolding as he pounds my ass, his balls slapping against my soaking wet arousal.

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” I whisper as my body tenses and my ass clamps around his length.

  He grunts as he twitches inside my hole, making me aware he’s about to release too. It adds fire to the orgasm rocking through me. His warm cum floods my ass as he nips my earlobe, holding me close as he drives into me one more time, forcing every drop from his balls into me.

  We stay still, breathing heavily together, as he slips out of my tight hole. I shift off his desk and grab my panties off the floor. Logan is behind me, his bare chest against my back, as he hands me a towel to clean up.

  He kisses my shoulder as I clean myself up and then slip my panties back on.

  “We may need to stop being so risky here,” I say, biting my lip.

  He spins me around. “But, I love fucking you in my office,” he says, kissing me.

  I can’t help but chuckle. “I love it as well, but we need to stop taking risks with your job.”

  He groans against my mouth. “I locked the door.”

  “That’s not the point,” I say, nipping at his lip.

  We kiss as he holds me in his arms, both of us still more or less naked in his office. I’ve only got my panties on, but I don’t care. I’ve never been this happy before.

  Epilogue

  18 months later.

  “Sasha Harman,” The speaker calls my name.

  My heart is pounding against my rib cage as I step onto the stage. I glance into the crowd and find his blue eyes staring right at me. His reassuring nod and confident gaze makes my erratic heartbeat still. I smile at him — the man of my dreams, my boyfriend, and my college professor.

  He is sitting next to my parents, who are also beaming. My mom’s eyes glisten with tears. They didn’t take the news that well that I was dating my professor at first, but when they met him, he charmed them around. He has a way of charming people, especially me.

  The speaker passes me my diploma, and I carry on across the stage to stand next to Ally on the other side. She leans toward me. “Can you fucking believe we’ve graduated?”

  I shake my head. “Not really, I can’t believe four years of university have been and gone.”

  Liam is next to be called over to receive his diploma. He takes the certificate and walks to take his place next to me.

  “It’s finally over. Thank fuck for that.”

  I giggle. My eyes return to the crowd and meet Logan’s. His attention is fixed on me. It’s crazy how eighteen months later, his attention makes me nervous. I bite my lip, considering everything he told me he is going to do to me later to celebrate. After the ceremony, we’re all heading out for dinner at a local pizza place here in Wynton to celebrate, but I’d rather go straight home to Logan’s apartment.

  As the ceremony winds down, Ally grabs my arm and drags me over to meet her parents. “Mum and Dad, this is Sasha, my best friend.”

  Her mum smiles. “It’s good to meet you, Sasha. We’ve heard so much about you.”

  “Only good things, I hope,” I reply.

  Her father laughs and shakes my hand. “Ally can’t stop talking about how great you are. It’s a pleasure to put a face to the name.”

  I nod. “Likewise.”

  My parents approach with Logan trailing behind. His eyes meet mine, and he steals my breath from my lungs. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together, one look makes me breathless.

  “Ally and Mr. and Mrs. Vicks, these are my parents,” I say, introducing them. They introduce themselves as Logan walks straight behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Congratulations, baby. I can’t wait to celebrate later.”

  I feel heat traveling through my body as his hard chest presses against mine. “Mom and Dad, this is Logan, Sasha’s boyfriend,” Ally says, introducing him to them.

  “I heard of the stir you two caused here,” her dad looks at him a little disapproving.

  “Yes, but you two are in love. You’ve been together almost two years now, haven’t you?” Ally’s mom adds.

  I nod, and Logan squeezes me tighter. “Yes, eighteen months to be exact,” he says.

  My mom clears her throat. “Right, who else is hungry? We need to get going if we want to make our reservation.”

  Liam walks over, his boyfriend following behind. “Hey, Sasha, we were wondering if we could tag along?”

  I smile. “I’m sure two more won’t be a problem.”

  He smiles. “Thanks.”

  We all head out toward the cars. I get into Logan’s car to go to the restaurant, but I notice he takes the wrong exit off the freeway. “This isn’t the way to the restaurant.”

  He smirks. “We’re taking a slight detour.”

  I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re not going to tell me where we’re going, are you?”

  He shakes his head and focuses on the road.

  I let out a huff, and he reaches over to squeeze my thigh. “You will like where we’re going. I promise.”

  The car winds down some country roads and after about forty-five minutes I’m getting a little worried. “You said this was a slight detour. We’ve been driving for forty-five minutes.”

  “We’re almost there.” He turns off the main road and down a small dirt track. As we get further down the lane, a large modern house on the edge of a clifftop by the sea comes into view.

  My brow furrows. “What are we doing here? Where are we?” I glance around, wondering what the hell is going on.

  He grabs my hand. “This is where we are celebrating. Your parents already know.”

  I frown at him. “What about Liam and his boyfriend, or Ally and her parents?”


  He shrugs. “I’m sure your parents will fill them in. I planned this for you.”

  I frown, feeling a little blindsided. In some respects, I was looking forward to celebrating with my friends. “Where are we?”

  “We’re by the coast. Wes bought this place, but he told me I could use it while he’s away for the weekend with Ivy and the babies.”

  “Wes owns this place?” I ask, taken aback.

  He nods. “Come on, let’s check it out.”

  I get out of the car and walk behind him toward the clifftop. “Logan, wait up.”

  He glances back at me and smiles. “Catch me if you can.” He runs, and I glance down at my dress and shoes. For fuck’s sake, I can’t run in heels, not down that dirt track. I kick my shoes off, leaving them to one side and sprint after him. I scream as a pair of arms grab me as I run past him. “Miss Harman, there’s no need to scream.” He kisses my neck and then spins me around.

  My heart skips a beat as he gets down on one knee.

  “What are you doing?”

  He smirks up at me, and his hand goes into his pocket to pull out a small black box. My heart thuds out of my chest as he flips it open to reveal a simple diamond ring. “Miss Harman, will you marry me?”

  The world seems to implode at that moment. I stare into the eyes of my professor and know I could never have imagined being this happy. “I-I… Yes, a million times, yes.”

  His heart-melting smile widens, and he slips the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly. He stands and rests his hands on my waist, pulling me into him for a gentle kiss. The need for him only grows in time, and I can’t help but moan. We’re as crazy for each other as when we first met, maybe crazier.

  He lifts me into his arms and carries me toward the cliff top, placing me down on my back on a blanket he already had set out, looking out over the ocean, which twinkles beneath the moon and stars in the sky. Logan kisses every inch of exposed skin, starting just below my ear and trailing down my neck, nipping at my collarbone and then working his way up again, making me squirm beneath him, so ready to be fucked by my fiancé. I can’t quite believe it. Professor Logan Tanner is my fiancé.

  His hand snakes under my dress, pinching my nipples between his finger and thumb. Then he lifts it up over my head, exposing me to him. I didn’t wear a bra or panties to graduation, wanting to be ready for an impromptu fuck.

  “Fuck, you’re not wearing any underwear,” he says, his eyes wide. He lowers his lips to my right nipple and sucks it into his mouth, lavishing extra care as he circles it with his tongue a few times, making it hard, before turning his attention to the other.

  He grabs hold of my legs and forces them wide apart, licking a trail right down the center of my breasts, down my belly and finishing at the skin above my clit, teasing me with the promise of pleasure.

  I buck my hips toward his mouth to get his lips and tongue where I want them, but he holds me, nibbling and kissing my inner thigh. My desire for him makes me so wet I can feel my juices rolling down my thighs as he teases me with his tongue, it’s agonizing.

  “I need to feel you,” I say, breathless.

  He grins up at me, licking his lips. “Beg me, baby.”

  I groan as he nibbles on the sensitive flesh around my opening, making me even more desperate to feel his tongue part my lips and taste me. “Please, professor, please lick me,” I moan.

  I cry out as he plunges his tongue deep inside of me, parting my lips and tasting my arousal. He groans against the sensitive skin, sending a tremor through me before licking right up my slit and circling my clit with his tongue.

  I jolt as he sucks the swollen nub into his mouth, lighting up every pleasure center inside of me, waking every nerve to the ecstasy ready to be released.

  He adds a finger slowly and curls it in a way that always promises he will find the spot that makes me lose my mind. “Fuck,” I say, overwhelmed by the pleasure this man seems to be able to pull from me every single time.

  The pressure inside of me is building with the promise of release only a thrust away, but his hand stills inside of me, making me grunt in frustration. “Don’t stop,” I whine.

  Logan shifts from between my legs and brings his face up to mine, staring into my eyes a moment before kissing me, soft and tender. I can taste myself on his lips, and it makes me even more desperate for release. “Please, Logan, I need to come,” I rasp, biting on his bottom lip.

  He grins at me and then kisses a pattern down my body again, lavishing extra attention on my nipples and belly, before returning to my dripping wet arousal, licking my apex again.

  “Logan, please…”

  He plunges his fingers in hard and fast, sending me right back the edge. It only takes his teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and I unfold, trembling as my orgasm rocks me. My mind blanks at the pure explosive power of the pleasure rippling through my body.

  “I’ll never tire of making you come,” he says, kissing me again. “On your hands and knees, dirty girl.”

  “What about you?” I ask, glancing at the straining bulge in his pants.

  He shakes his head. “Tonight, I want to focus on you.” His hand lands on my back as he forces me onto my knees and then slaps my ass cheek, eliciting a thrilling pain that only makes me more desperate to feel him inside me.

  “Fuck me, please,” I gasp, bucking back toward him.

  He chuckles behind me and grips hold of my hips, sinking his fingertips into my soft flesh. “Be patient.”

  I gasp as his tongue circles my asshole and then runs right down the length of me, licking me from back to front, and finishing with a flick of his tongue against my sensitive clit. I jolt, painfully aware of how on the edge of begging my fiancé to fuck me I am. I’m desperate for him. “Please, fuck me, sir, please…” I whine.

  He slaps my ass cheek hard and licks me again, then thrusts three fingers into me, making me moan. “Fuck, that feels so good,” I moan, bucking back against his finger.

  “You’re a dirty girl, Sasha…” he groans. “I need to punish you.”

  “Please, punish me, sir,” I reply.

  He groans, and I hear the zipper of his pants coming down, releasing his hard length. I can’t do anything but rest on my knees and glance back and watch him stroke his huge cock from root to tip, staring at me with that hungry, fierce desire. He runs the swollen head through my wet lips, coating me in his precum and making me desperate to feel him delve inside of me.

  “Fuck me, now,” I moan, desperate to feel every inch of him stuffing me.

  “How badly do you want me?” he asks.

  “I want you so fucking badly,” I reply, breathless with need.

  He groans and then thrust into me with one hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt. His heavy, cum filled balls rest against my clit. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he mutters, as he drives in and out of me fast, making the muscles around him flutter already.

  I hope there aren’t many people around out here because the noise we’re both making is unmistakable. He grunts against my neck and then tightens his arms around my waist, picking me up with his dick still wedged inside me.

  He lays down behind me and forces me onto my side, fucking me from behind and rubbing my swollen clit between his fingers. I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming too loud.

  “Fuck, Logan. I’m coming,” I scream.

  “That’s it, baby, come all over your fiancé’s hard cock,” He groans, pumping in and out of me hard, driving me right toward the edge.

  Fiancé. The word makes me tingle in so many ways. The fire inside of me burning hot and bright, ready to explode. I scream out again as everything turns white, and my orgasm rocks through me, setting me on fire. Logan roars as he tumbles over with me, exploding deep inside of me, filling me full of his thick, hot cum.

  Our heavy breathing fills the quiet night air as he shifts and pulls out of me. Logan’s arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me close.

  “I love you, Sasha,” he whisp
ers into my ear.

  “I love you too, Logan,” I reply, turning around to kiss him.

  THE END

  Thank you for reading Filthy Professor, I hope you enjoyed it.

  If you’d like to read more, the next book in the Wynton series is Filthy Lawyer. Available on KU and to buy at Amazon.

  Filthy Lawyer - Wynton Book 3

  I want my new boss's daughter.

  I saw her at the company party, walking across the room with her eyes fixed on some other guy.

  I knew I had to step in and stop her from talking to him, so I pulled her against me, pretending I mistook her for a prostitute.

  Then she slapped me and put me in my place, revealing who she was.

  From that moment, I knew I was in over my head. This woman makes me crazy with the need to claim her. She's a hot, feisty red-head who won't take any shit, and I love it.

  Problem is, she hates me. How am I supposed to get her into my bed now?

  Not to mention, the strict company policy against staff dating. I've got a feeling it may be even more strict when it comes to the boss's daughter.

  Although rules are made to be broken, and it's what I do best.

  Filthy Lawyer is a steamy and hot forbidden office romance with a over the top possessive alpha male. It has hot scenes and bad language. Filthy Lawyer is a safe story in the Wynton series with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA.

  Also by Bianca Cole

  Filthy Boss - Wynton Book 1

  I broke the number one rule within hours of accepting my position as acting CEO.

  I slept with my employee.

  I didn’t know she was my employee at the time.

  The next day she walks into my office and I'm shocked.