Forbidden Professors Boxed Set: A Forbidden Professor Student Romance Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  His chiseled abs are quaking with restraint as he holds himself in check, but I want nothing more than to make him lose his control.

  He’s gripping the base of his shaft right beneath my hand, holding my gaze for half a heartbeat when he points the milky tip toward me.

  That’s all the in I need.

  He gathers my hair in his hand and moves the long, dark locks to the side.

  Without looking away, I open and sink my mouth over the thick, heavy length of him, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. I pull out and do it all over again. Working him with my hand around his thick girth as I swallow him whole again and again.

  His fingers tighten in my hair, and I love the bite of pain. Sweat beads across his body and his jerking hips.

  He comes off the couch and grows impossibly harder. The sticky, suckling sound of him fucking my mouth fills the silence and the eroticism has my hand under the dainty band of my panties again. This time when I cry out he’s right there driving into my mouth faster and harder, and I can taste him on my tongue. I circle my clit in time with my strokes of his cock, grinding my hips and desperate for my own release. My pussy clenches and juices spills over my hand as I shove two fingers in, uncaring of my virginity as the first hot rope of his cum hits the back of my throat.

  “Take it all, sweetheart, swallow me and let me see those beautiful eyes as I shoot my load into the fucking perfect mouth.”

  My cheeks hollow around him and I do as he commands, but I can’t find my own release.

  He moves quickly, pulling his spent shaft from my mouth as I swallow the last of his cum on my tongue. In two seconds I’m on my back replacing him on the couch as he kneels his big body over me. Without a word between us he rips the lacy panties from me and tosses them on the floor with my borrowed shirt.

  “Lie back,” he commands gruffly, “…and spread your legs.” He’s clenching and unclenching his fingers at his side.

  The rough, primal anger in his voice tells me this is going to hard and fast, but I’m going to love everything he’s about to do to me. His powerful shoulders force my legs apart when I don’t move quickly enough for him.

  I’m spread wide open for him to see each and every naughty bit of me in the moonlight.

  “Maddox, hurry. It hurts so good. It’s burning. Help me.” Every word comes out as a barely whispered plea each of which do not fall on deaf ears.

  His tongue is on me licking and probing my tight virgin cunt. No easing me into anything. Not tonight. The hunger is too raw and powerful. Something I didn’t think was possible before now.

  I trail my fingers over my nipples and down my tummy in search of my throbbing, aching clit as he devours the rest of me. I’ve never wanted a man so much as I want him right now and my clenching pussy craves to know what it feels like to have a man take me there.

  I arch when he drags his tongue through my pouty pink lips and continues on until I feel him rimming my ass with the tip of his tongue. He wraps his arms around my legs and holds me to him, eating me out like I’m his last meal and this is his last day on earth.

  “Maddox,” I scream, feeling the same desperation from the last time he made me cum. It’s as tangible as the heady lust hanging in the night air. Desperation to have, to taste, to consume until we both feel satisfied.

  “Fuck me, please give me all of you.” My head is thrashing from side to side.

  This time my words have no effect on him. He continues to eat my ass and then work his way up, nibbling on my swollen lips and then wrapping his lips around my nub and sucking.

  A burst of sensation rains through me, bowing my back off the cushions and into his strong hands the second my climax hits me with the strength of a sonic boom. He flicks his tongue over the tiny bud a few more times, causing pulsating waves to ripple throughout my body. Hot cum spills from my center, and he catches every last drop I have to give, as greedy as I was for him.

  Hard, burning waves of arousal are still lapping within and I’m still coming down from my release when he takes me in his arms and carries me back to his bed in silence.

  He tucks me in, taking care not to touch me once I’m out of his arms and safely under his covers.

  “This didn’t happen and won’t happen again.” He states matter-of-factly.

  I smirk. Nice try. There’s not a cell in my body that isn’t humming with pleasure from the climax he gave me, and his dick is already hanging hard and heavy between his thighs again.

  Try ignoring that.

  Chapter Eight

  Amber

  I crawl out of bed after what feels like only a few hours of sleep tired. Flashing red numbers from the side table tell another story. Noon has rolled around and it’s almost half past with only a few minutes to spare. I stretch beneath the covers and marvel just a little longer at the luxurious feel of all that beautifully soft cotton against my warm, naked skin.

  Last night was a marvel, and I can’t wait to tease Maddox this morning until he gives in again. I could get addicted to coming like that every day and well, that’s not a bad thing in my opinion as long as it’s him and me.

  I find another T-shirt in his drawer, hoping he doesn’t mind, and dig the last pair of clean panties from my purse. I’ll have to insist we go and gather my car today so I don’t have to show up to school in the dean’s T-shirt.

  I pad my way downstairs only to find a note scribbled in a strong, masculine scrawl stuck to the fridge instead of a half-naked man on the couch like I expect.

  “Gone all day, make yourself at home. See you at dinner.”-M

  Well damn. Maybe it’s for the better. I grab a little orange juice from the fridge and take a quick shower, wrapping the towel around me as I make my way out to the deck, phone in hand.

  A large pool glistens in the sunlight like a blue gem. A single lounge chair is pushed to the side and a small cabinet with shelves along the back of the deck holds folded towels, fresh with the floral smell as I take a couple and spread them out near the pool’s edge.

  I pull up my boss’s number up on screen but pause for a minute to take in my surroundings. Just like I thought, as soon as the sun came up the view turned into something of a miracle for the eyes. Beautiful, quiet and barren of prying eyes, I notice.

  I unhook the edge of my towel and let it drop around my feet.

  Reclined on the towel, I shoot a quick note to my boss, hoping she’s in a good mood.

  “Sorry for the MIA last night. I was sick. Better now and will work a double shift.”

  Only a couple of seconds pass before a reply comes through.

  “Good to hear you’re better. Be here by five.”

  A small relief fills me to know I still have a job, but Maddox’s offer also plagues me. I still haven’t decided and I have until five to do so.

  With nothing to do but wait, my idle mind falls back to the events of last night and of watching my dean stroke himself off in the moonlight. Would the sunlight be just as sexy I wonder? More so. Being able to see every cut angle of his body would be a treat.

  A hungry hum returns, and in the sunlight my nipples stiffen into tight berries. I imagine Maddox taking each of them in his warm, capable mouth as he spread my dainty folds wide with his thick shaft.

  In my fantasy my pussy is slippery wet and he runs his full length through my lips, nudging my pleasure nub over and over again.

  I find my clit and work the edges first, not quite touching where I want Maddox’s tongue the most. This time, in my fantasy, he doesn’t hold back. His huge veined steel length takes me in one powerful thrust, spreading me wide with his bare cock and marking me as his now and forever.

  I dip first one finger and then another, wetting them good before dragging them back to my clit. I start slow, rocking my hips in slow grinding movements. My chest heaves at the fantasy in my head of Maddox’s strong hands on me, touching my body as I slide down on his length and I start to ride him.

  I pick up speed, brushing my finger o
ver my soaked clit, clawing at the towel but no matter what I do, I can’t make myself reach climax.

  “Argh,” I cry out, working my clit harder, desperate for relief. My chest heaves with ragged breaths, my heart pounding out of control.

  I hear the hiss first, then the biting words that has my hand pausing over my clit.

  “What are you doing? Anyone can see you out here.”

  Maddox steps through the deck gate and walks over, hot and obviously bothered by the sight of me splayed out on his deck.

  “Liar, only you can see me as far as I can tell and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “Get dressed, Amber—we need to talk.” His tight expression looks like he thinks we’re breaking twenty different laws, but we’re not.

  He turns like he’s going to walk off and leave me masturbating on his deck. But I see the bulge in his pants. He’s probably heading straight for the bathroom for a little hand relief.

  “What’s wrong? I want more Maddox and not just your tongue this time.” No reason in hiding the truth that’s glaringly obvious. But that doesn’t keep my face from turning red or the flush from spilling over to my breasts. I can be bold, but it doesn’t mean I’m not shy.

  “You little hellion. Fuck…sweetheart. What the hell are you doing to me?” He rubs at his chest. “You can’t have more and neither can I. Let last night be a memory and nothing more.”

  He takes several deep breaths. “A mistake that won’t happen again.”

  “Was it a mistake?” I demand, unmoving, and I can tell I’m inciting the fires in him again and it’s glorious to witness.

  “You know it was, now, get dressed in…whatever…I don’t care and don’t patronize me, young lady,” he snaps with a rough, growly voice that does a wonderful job of stroking my libido.

  “What? Are you my daddy now?”

  His brows pinch over the rim of his sunglasses, and I would give anything to see his eyes right now. They’re probably flames of brilliant blue that rival the hottest fire known to man.

  “You wish. I’d have you over my knee and spanking that tight ass of yours until you see reason. Maybe that’s what you need.”

  “A daddy who spanks me or the spanking?” I bite my lip to keep from laughing at the scowl he makes.

  “Clever girl.”

  He was fucking hard and horny. Just a little more pushing…

  I put my feet together and spread my thighs butterfly style. I continue to stroke my clit in lazy circles, taking care to make sure he sees me slip the tip of my finger into my tight, untouched slit. A cool breeze kicks up, mixed with the heat of his stare, and I plant my heels into the soft towels under me and raise just a fraction with a moan. “Oh,” I cry out in a fit of frustration.

  “Maddox, it’s hurting again.” I pinch my nipples. “It’s not the same. Not like when you do it.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he curses under his breath and he has his shirt off and tossed on the floor of the deck in the next second.

  Through the narrow slits of my eyes I see the uncontrolled hunger in his eyes as he parts my legs and drags a finger through my drenched channel.

  “Son of a bitch, you’re fucking burning up with need, aren’t you? What’s wrong? How long have you been out here working this pretty cunt in the sun, sweetheart?”

  “Forever. Too long I’ve tried but I can’t—you’ve broken me.”

  Wet heat meets my clit, and I arch into Maddox’s mouth as he clamps his lips down over my greedy little throbbing clit. Shocking and sudden I don’t have time to brace myself, and just like last night, the orgasm I desperately tried for on my own rushes through me ready on his command.

  What the fuck? How? Who knows or cares?

  Not me. I’ll figure all out later. After he makes me see the galaxy and millions of bright stars just one last time.

  I suddenly grow hotter and the blazing sun has nothing to do with the fire flaming over my skin. I quiver when the warm, wet pad of Maddox’s tongue drags over my clit and he slips a finger inside me, working my velvety walls as he sucks me.

  “God, yes.” I scream uncaring of anyone who could hear me. I’m creaming all over his mouth in seconds and he’s licking up every drop that slips from my channel to wet his chin.

  “Sweetest sugar,” he says wiping at his chin.

  Panting, he pushes up between my thighs, a hand on each knee.

  My gaze drops to his dick fighting to get out, so hard I can practically see every vein pulsate against the confines of his jeans. The same ones from last night and they are right back where they were when he cooked me dinner. Teasingly low slung.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg but he’s already pushing up to his feet, ready to walk away again.

  Fuck. I swallow the thick knot in my throat.

  “Why do you keep teasing me, I truly want to know.” I push up to my elbows, my momentarily satisfied folds on full display.

  But he only growls like some beast that can’t have his piece of meat. Odd analogy given I’m that meat, but it’s true.

  “Because wanting you is wrong.” His fists are clenching again like last night when he was having a hard time making up his mind.

  “And what is me wanting you? Is that wrong too?”

  “Yes.”

  Wow. No hesitation on that.

  “Then why did you just eat my pussy like a starving man? Why do you come to the club every night I dance like I’m yours and you have to protect me?”

  He doesn’t say anything but his silence is strong all the same.

  “Put some clothes on so we can talk about how to move forward from here.”

  “Don’t worry—I won’t be here long.” This time I mean it. I don’t want to be where I am not wanted or serve only as an undesirable distraction.

  I stand and leave behind the towels. What is there to hide at this point?

  Phone in hand, I walk past him, but I only make a half step before his hand is on my elbow, pulling my naked body into his.

  “Where do you think you are going like that?” His jaw tightens and the muscles over his chest and arms ripple with the control he’s exerting over himself.

  “After I find my clothes and shower… work. Maybe the double shifts I have lined up after a couple of lap dances to a few horny college frat boys will help work out some of the burn I can’t seem to rid myself of.” I yank my arm out of his reach.

  I turn and start for the sliding doors, when he yanks me round to face him, bends and grips my bare ass hauling me up his body in one fluid motion.

  Holy crap.

  I hook my legs around his waist and feel the hard steel length of his cock between my folds. The only thing now is to get him free of those pesky jeans.

  “You need to make up your mind, professor,” I say breathlessly. “You can’t just push me away and then demand I stay all in the same breath.” I shimmy my hips. We’re both breathing heavy and when he drags his glasses to rest atop his head, I’m floored by the sight that greets me. I was right. Flames hotter than the volcanic blue flames stare back at me.

  This is going to be interesting. And hot. So very, very hot.

  He growls with a primal need I feel rumble through him and strike my core with a bolt of anticipation of the promises I see in his eyes.

  “I hope you’re ready, my little cock tease.”

  Oh, I know I am.

  Chapter Nine

  Maddox

  “Amber. Goddamn, what are you doing to me?”

  My job is to watch over her and keep her safe. Those two things do not involve sinking my thick cock into her virgin pussy and claiming her. Amber is the good little girl next door always trying to do right by others.

  But she’s about to get a very thick, very hard dose of why she shouldn’t tease her professor.

  I lost control last night and swore I’d never do it again and then I found her naked, pleasuring that beautiful little cock tease of a pussy with her tender fingers that drive a man crazy.

  Wha
t the hell was I supposed to do? Walk? Not humanly possible.

  I take her lips in a hard kiss. Licking over the soft, plump flesh and when she opens, I claim her hot mouth with all the lust, all the desire poisoning my system. At least she’s legal and I won’t go to jail for that. I can always find another job, but walk away from her or worse, let her walk away from me? Not now, maybe not ever.

  She moans into my mouth, and I’m caught up in the taste of her on my tongue. We’re drowning in each other’s arms, and I eat that up just like I did all those deliciously sweet juices of hers. I know she can taste herself on my lips, and fuck if that doesn’t make it hotter and me harder.

  I lay her down on the towel, unhook my belt and shed every scrap of clothing I have left.

  I’m back between her legs and this time I’m not walking away until her cherry is mine.

  “Apparently you don’t know when to give up and now there’s no going back, Amber. You’ve teased me long enough, and I’m done waiting to have you. I’m going to take your pussy bareback and give you my milk. You ready for that?”

  “Finally,” she hisses out when I fist my dick and tease her sensitive little pearl with the tip of my cock.

  Sunlight pours over us, and her sun-kissed skin is a delectable golden brown. I bend and swoop my arm around her waist and trade places. Her on top is the most beautiful sight I can ever witness.

  “When you cum I want to feel every drop run down my length. Don’t you dare hold back a single drop from me.”

  “Yes, professor,” she gasps, panting.

  Fuck me, she knows every single button to push, the little mix.

  I grip her hips in a tight hold, and she reaches between us, guiding me to her entrance. My thickness parts her pouty folds wide, and I watch as she slips the fat head into her tight entrance.

  Too tight, in fact. I still.

  “You’re impossibly tight, sweetheart. Has that beautiful slit ever been fucked?” I’ve imagined my girl as a virgin but could it really be the truth of the matter?

  She shakes her head, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. “Not until this very second.”