Forbidden Professors Boxed Set: A Forbidden Professor Student Romance Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  My cock jerks at her admission.

  I go to lift her off my cock, but she doesn’t budge.

  “No! What’s wrong? What did I do?”

  The uncertainty on her face crushes my heart into pieces. I’m a monster ready to take her like some animal out in the damn open. I have better control than that.

  “You? Nothing! But you should save that special gift for some who deserves it. That someone isn’t me, sweetheart.” And that truth is like a thousand razorblades over my skin. I ’ve killed people and will forever have their blood on my hands and this innocent, beautiful creature deserves someone maybe not pure, because there’s no such thing, but someone that doesn’t have the stain on their soul that I carry.

  “I can see what you’re thinking and you’re perfect for me, Maddox. I won’t let you think anything else.”

  And just like that my demons retreat.

  “I’m not going to take you beside the pool like some fuck bunny. Not for your first time.”

  She shimmies her hips over my dick, and that pretty much seals our fate.

  “Why? I think you just described the hottest way for me to lose my virginity and besides…” a wicked grins spreads across her face, and she wiggles again, making my dick jerk and I admit my dick is very happy where it’s at. “Isn’t it up to me how I spend my first time?”

  “Fuck, sweetheart, your body and that mouth are going to be the death of me.”

  I slide my hands up her soft, smooth thighs and love the tiny dip in her waist. I stare up at her perfect tits.

  “A sweet death, I hope.” She sinks another inch down my shaft, and I have to force myself not to clamp my hands on her hips and drive in until I’m fully seated inside her sweet body.

  She leans forward, hands splayed over my pecs. She likes the feel of my chest, from how she never takes her hand off me.

  “A very sweet torturous death,” I concur. “Raise up,” I command softly.

  Juices slick my cock, and I can tell she likes me taking control with how her eyes fall to half mast, those pretty lashes fanning out over her delicate cheeks. Such a trusting soul and I swear right there on all I hold dear to never hurt her.

  She rises to her knees, and I peer down my body to see her sticky girl cum coating my shaft. My fat cock head spreads her lips and is nestled in the entrance of her slit.

  With my fingers gripping her thighs, I ease her down over me. “Take every inch of me, take your professor’s cock, sweetheart.”

  Every muscle in her body quivers and her head falls back, mouth open.

  “Maddox, I can’t take it anymore. Take me. Now. Do it. Take me and make my yours!”

  I thrust up and break past the thin barrier and bury myself between her folds, claiming her virginity. Her face pinches and I hold still, letting her body grow accustomed to my thickness nestled snuggly in her tight channel.

  “Fuck yes,” I growl through clenched teeth. I drag my eyes off where our bodies are connected and level them on hers. There’s no fear only burning desire as I watch her bloom into a fully claimed woman. I’ve ruined us both, and I can’t find the willpower to set her aside and walk away like I should. Amber is mine and I keep what I want.

  I begin to rock my hips slowly and slide my fingers between our bodies and pinch her clit.

  “Oh,” she gasps, her tiny nails digging into my flesh with a delicious sting.

  She slides her hands down my clenched abs and rakes her nails over her own skin to wrap those perfect digits around her nipples, plucking those cherry tips. I’ve had the forbidden fruit and now I’ve made sinners out of both of us.

  Chapter Ten

  Amber

  A delicious mix of pleasure pain bursts through me as Maddox slides his finger through my juices and takes my clit between his fingers.

  I don’t expect the burst of liquid to pool between my thighs or the shock to my system and cry out, rocking my hips.

  I tremble when I find my nipples and play with the beaded nubs.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, ride me.”

  My entire body tenses with the hunger burning in me. Panting, I move over top of him, his shaft buried so deep the bulbous head of his cock strokes over just the right spot to have me gasping.

  “So good, I never want it to stop.” He’s impossibly wider than my tight channel and the burn only amps up the pleasure. “Hurts so good.” I’ve said it before but it’s true. Not with pain but a building fire in me that has reached its peak and the hotness has me panting. A sheer coat of sweat glistens off perfectly tan skin, and I fall forward gripping all the muscle I can touch.

  His hands go to my hips and when I sink back down on his huge, thick cock he thrusts up, driving deeper. Hitting all the right spots. The man I’m falling head over heels for is pulling my orgasm from me with each stroke, and my tight eager pussy grips him.

  He groans and throws his head back and tightens his grip as my body swallows his heavy cock deep inside me.

  He withdraws and moves me off him.

  “On your knees, beautiful. I want to see that pretty ass.”

  His thickness hangs in front of him when he pushes to his knees on the towels, and I reach out to feel the slick sweetness of our mixed juices on his hard as steel shaft. My hand glides easily over the silky length. I love when he clenches his teeth, and I spy the muscles in his jaw flex. I’ve finally managed to find his breaking point and there’s no going back. No shoving this genie back in the bottle.

  Milky cum spills from the tip to wet my hand. I lean forward and drag the dripping slit of his cock over my lips.

  “You’re perfect in every way, baby. Now turn around put that perfect ass in the air. I want to see all of you.”

  He’s growling again with a hunger in his eyes that has me swiftly following his command, feeling a rush of excitement shoot through me.

  “Perfect tight, fuckable ass.” He runs a hand over my ample curves before he spreads my cheeks wide.

  “Maddox,” I half groan, half gasp. He bites into the flesh with only a slight sting, and I whimper out of pleasure, digging my fingers into the pillowy material of the towels beneath us.

  “I’ve craved to taste your juices. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pleasured myself thinking about you up on that stage dancing for me, and now I have you on your hands and knees and juices spilling from that freshly claimed cherry hole.”

  I wiggle my ass, his wording making me impossibly hornier. “Maddox, please,” I beg.

  He chuckles a sound that tells me he knows he’s drawing out my torture.

  “What does my baby want?”

  My face is buried in the scrunched-up towels that muffle my answer.

  Warm sunshine touches every inch of my body as he kneads the flesh of my ass.

  “I can’t hear you,” he coos.

  I push up to my elbows and peer over my shoulder.

  “I want my professor to fuck me hard and bare. Now!”

  He parts my cheeks and leans in to blow over my exposed flesh, and I can feel the heat as his gaze lands there.

  “Beautiful. Everything about you is stunning and sweet.”

  He pushes his fingers through my slick pussy and drags it back to rim the edge of my most intimate places.

  “Maddox,” I gasp. What—”

  “Shhh, baby. Not now but soon I’m going to claim this tight, pink virgin ass just like I did your pussy and show you an ecstasy beyond anything you’ve ever known.”

  I shudder out of excitement, a little shyness but mainly out of pure shock to my nerves, because his naughty fingers are teasing my asshole, and I can almost feel what it would be like to take his huge cock there. To have him spread me wide open and sink every single inch of his cock in my ass and show me exactly what he is promising.

  “Please,” I beg, and right now I’m not sure what I’m begging for. Maybe everything and anything he wants to do to me.

  Panting from the feel of his fingers on my asshole, I press back and into hi
s hands, loving the sensations cascading through me. “I want everything with you.” My words catch when the tip of his thumb breaches my back entrance. He brings his shaft to the opening of my flexing vagina, driving in with a hard thrust that pushes me forward. I brace my arms, ready for more. So so much more.

  “Relax, baby,” he croons, soothing his hand up and down my spine. “I’m here to give you whatever you want.”

  “Professor,” I cry out as he rocks his hips, loving the way his balls slap my clit. He fucks me harder, working my velvety channel until I’m tightening around him. With every withdrawal my walls clench, dragging him right back in.

  “I can feel your juicy cunt wanting more. Always more. Greedy for what I have to give her,” he growls, and I can tell he’s fighting for control.

  He slides the rest of his thumb in my back entrance and I’m done.

  “Oh God, Maddox.” Every hole contracts. We are both gasping for air, me more so.

  It’s everything I can do not to shout every emotion, every feeling that pulls at my heartstrings. Love? I don’t know, but I know Maddox Spencer owns my body and I’m pretty close to giving him my heart too. His thrusts come faster, and his wicked talent of working me from every angle has my climax building fast. Strong fingers dig into the tender flesh holding me firmly.

  I claw the towels for purchase while my hot-as-sin dean lavishes me with so much pleasure I can’t contain it anymore.

  The glistening pool waters blur, and my walls begin to pulsate around him.

  “Cum, now, Amber!” he commands gruffly. “Cum with me.” Maddox grunts and the second I feel his hot seed shoot into my newly fucked hole, heat explodes and I scream a sound so profound, so consuming, I shatter into a million pieces.

  Maddox continues to stroke my walls with slow, easy thrusts through my climax, working me gently back to earth.

  “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers gently next to my ear.

  He’s leaning over me, his delicious weight pushing us into the towels. He’s spread over me like a protective blanket of bulging muscle whispering into my ear. His hungry cock still buried inside me.

  “Watching my pussy spread wide for my cock, taking me bare and drinking my seed is a special gift, Amber. One I’ll never forget. And by the way, you’re not going to work at Insomnia tonight or any other night even if I have to tie you to my bed.”

  I don’t miss the claiming use of his words. My much older and most definitely off-limits dean has dominated my body and now my heart.

  Chapter Eleven

  Amber

  Maddox carries me upstairs and cares for me in a long, hot shower. He doesn’t miss a part of me, making sure to thoroughly wash my body with special attention to my sensitive parts.

  After seeing to my hair and drying me, he carries me to bed, slipping beneath the covers with me. Part of me feared he should shun me and take off again, but I’m delighted when he pulls me into his arms and wraps a leg around mine.

  Maddox lifts his head from the pillow. “Tell me something. Why a lawyer?”

  I roll over and spread over his chest with his hand coming to rest calmly on my back. I give a single shoulder shrug.

  “I dunno. It’s just something I’ve always wanted. It’s what called to me, I guess. No one ever stood up for the little girl I was when child protect services came around every time my father went on a doping bender and landed in rehab.” I rest my chin on my hand and look up at him. “Don’t get me wrong, the women who looked after me were great, but you have to remember I was nothing but a case number, same as every other kid like me in a similar situation. When my father got out, back I went and the cycle started all over again. I want to be someone who can stop that for a child, to stand up for the weak. I know, cliché right. Lame even.” I scrunch my nose not sure how to take his silence, and then he surprises me.

  He shakes his head. “Noble.”

  “So what about you? Why the military?”

  “Duty and honor. I grew up in a military family, so it seemed natural. All but my grandfather on my mother’s side served. All my brothers are either in the Army or Marines. BBQs with the family is interesting to say the least.”

  His chest rumbles with a deep laugh, a warmth in his eyes that can be nothing more than genuine affection for his siblings.

  “My grandfather is the one that set me up with a trust-fund. But life has never been about the money.”

  I trace small circles over his abs. “Now that is noble. Doing something out of love for your family. I want that someday. A family who is always there for one another and with a hug and smile to offer when you wake in the morning and go to sleep a night. To have someone who cares and for me and loves me for who I am.”

  He turns his head and peers down at me with a peculiar look in his eye. “Cares or love?” He asks.

  “Okay, love. I want my special someone to love me as much as I love them.”

  Maddox shakes his head, causing his hair to ruffle, and I want to run my fingers through the thick mess.

  I go to reach up to do just that, but his next words stop me dead.

  “That’s not possible. You’ll never find that.”

  Puzzlement pinches my brows. “Oh, Mr. Have All the Answers. Why is that? I know I don’t want a risqué lifestyle and I sound older than my years, but there has to be someone out there that can love me as much as I love them.”

  “Nope.” The corners of his mouth are pinched.

  Damn if he doesn’t say that like he yields all the authority of the universe in the sound of his voice and the worst part, I almost believe the man and his straight-faced answer.

  Instead of voicing that thought, I turn the tables just a bit. “Just because you haven’t doesn’t mean I won’t. You can’t rain on that parade if I don’t let you. When I find my Mr. Right that knows how to pleasure me in all ways… I’ll know.”

  I glance sideways to catch a glittering mischief in his eyes.

  “You won’t ever find someone who will return the same amount of love for you as you have for them because you won’t be able to. That special someone will have no choice but to love and adore someone like you with all their being.”

  My mouth kind of falls open at what I am hearing. Or what I hope I’m hearing.

  Not what I expected no matter the case.

  “So let me get this right. You think my Mr. Right will be so madly in love with me that there will be no way I can match it with my level of love?”

  “That’s right, Ms. McBride.” He taps the end of my nose. “Not even a little,” he confirms, and I’m left a little baffled.

  I purse my lips in an I call bullshit way that normally irritated the hell out of my father when I didn’t fall for his lines. “Really? How can you be so sure?”

  Because I happen to suffer from those symptoms and can relate them to you from the first time I saw you in my hallways, to the first time I saw you on stage and now. As you lay sprawled over me naked, thoroughly fucked, dripping my sperm and possibly carrying my child already.”

  “Such dirty language, Dean Spencer.”

  “I’m only getting started.”

  He rolls me to my back and has my legs spread around his thick thighs, and I shudder when the cool air of our movements brush over my sensitive folds.

  “Tell me again, how is it you came to know I am an exotic dancer?”

  He’s looking at me like a hungry wolf. “Was,” he corrects. “You’ll no longer be sharing what is mine with any other man, remember?”

  “Is that so?”

  “That’s a fucking fact and especially if you’re carrying my child. You can take that to the bank. My friends might like to share and that works for them, but I’m a stingy motherfucker and there’s no one other man that will touch this body.”

  He’s running his hands over me like he can’t believe I’m all his.

  By friends he means Professor Elliot and Professor Samuel who fell in love with and married thei
r much younger student. She was the best friend of my best friend, so I guess that makes her a friend by proxy.

  “You’re dodging the question.”

  “Am I now?”

  “Hmm-hmm and expertly if I might add.”

  Maddox falls forward to his hands on either side of me, and in this position the fat head of his already aroused cock brushes over my clit.

  I gasp, clutching at the sheets. “Professor,” I groan. When I call him that, his cock gets harder which makes me wetter. He might be the dean, but he was a professor first within the walls of UB.

  “Hold still—I’m hungry again.”

  He leans down and my back is off the bed before I can control my reaction to his tongue whipping over my throbbing, aching clit.

  I fall back to the bed and raise my legs as he moves down my body farther.

  “Stop—you can’t.”

  He pauses only a second to ask, “Why?”

  And honestly I don’t know anymore.

  He flicks his tongue faster over my clit, and my nipples are already responding. Pebbled, hard and aching for attention. I reach up and pinch the tips as he dips a finger into my velvety channel and rims my back entrance with another.

  His tongue hasn’t stopped and I can feel another orgasm flame to life and bloom out, ready to rock me into another realm any second.

  “Yes, right there,” I groan, clamping my thighs around his head.

  “Cum, now, give me those pure, sweet juices.”

  An hour later we fall into a heap of tangled arms and legs and if nothing else, I know for sure that this man completes a part of me no other person has ever touched.

  Wiping his face moves up my body and sucks one nipple into his mouth then the other. They pucker for him, the greedy little things, and all I can do is hold on for the ride. “Your nipples would look even more delicious wearing my birthstone.”

  It takes me a second to wrap my brain around what he’s saying. “You mean nipple piercings?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  I smirk. “I do kind of like that, but are you trying to put your mark on me, Dean Spencer?”