School Me Dirty: A College Romance

by Parker Grey

  I moan in response, the only noise I know how to make. It’s odd that this is so romantic when he’s got his cock up my ass and a dildo in my pussy, but oddly, it is.

  I trust him. Completely.

  Professor Sharpe works the dildo in slowly, gently, and even though I think I’m completely and utterly filled, unable to move, he keeps filling me more and more until my vision is starting to go gray around the edges, and then he stops.

  “You like that, kitten?” he asks, moving his hips slightly, both his cock and the dildo moving together. “You like getting stretched out by two cocks at once?”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  “Good,” he says. “Because it’s fucking sexy, kitten, and I don’t think I’ll never get enough of you.”

  Then he starts fucking me, moving the dildo and his cock together, and it’s so overwhelming that I come instantly, moaning and shaking. My entire body feels like it’s the sun, on fire and so intense that I’m afraid to move or I might just explode.

  I come and I don’t stop, my body nearly shaking apart as orgasm after orgasm wracks through me. The sheer pleasure of being stuffed full and being so completely under Professor Sharpe’s control, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Like he’s a drug and I’m a junkie. I’m not even aware of what’s happening to me anymore, I just know that it feels fucking incredible and I never want it to stop.

  Finally, his thrusts get urgent, hard and fast, right at the limit of what I can take but God it’s glorious.

  “I’m coming in your ass, kitten,” he growls.

  Then he does, and I’m so stuffed that I can feel every tiny jerk of his cock as he unloads inside me, again and again, still fucking me and growling my name for a long time while I’m left senseless with pleasure.

  When he finally finishes, he bends over and kisses me, my knees to my chest.

  “I love you,” he says. “You’re my dirty, filthy, perfect, beautiful girl and I love you.”

  I swallow, tracing his face with my fingers. He’s still inside me along with the dildo, and I’m feeling everything, all at once.

  “I love you too,” I say.

  “You’re mine,” he says.

  “You’re mine,” I say.

  Then he pulls off, takes the dildo out, and climbs onto my bed next to me, taking me in his arms. We stay like that for a few hours, until my roommate is due home.

  I love it. It’s not what I thought it would be, but I love it anyway and I don’t care what anyone thinks.

  We date all semester. Some people give us weird looks, but it’s not like we hold hands in the school hallways or something — we go on dates off campus, he brings me to department events, that sort of thing.

  It’s real. It’s kind of romantic, and I even get used to calling him Ethan.

  Everywhere but the bedroom, anyway. There he’s still Professor and I’m still kitten, and he still makes me come so hard my eyes roll back in my head.

  Then, the first day of summer break, he proposes. I’m shocked, utterly beyond surprised — I thought we would wait until I graduated and got into grad school.

  I say yes. We get married that fall in a small ceremony in coastal New England, and take our honeymoon to Quebec over Fall Break. It’s beautiful and perfect, and even though I’m the only married junior in my entire college, I don’t mind that much, because I love Professor Sharpe.

  I love that while my friends are out at frat parties, trying to find a drunk hookup for the night, I’m reading in front of the fire with my husband — or, more likely, biting a pillow as he licks me until I come again and again before slipping his enormous cock into my ass while I moan.

  Let’s just say a frat boy never made me feel the way Professor Sharpe does.

  I miss my period February of my senior year — the same day I get into my first graduate program, and I’m so overwhelmed by all the good news that I’m sobbing on the couch when Professor Sharpe gets home, and he thinks someone’s died.

  I’m just barely showing at graduation — not that anyone can tell under that gown. The university where I’m going to get my PhD lets me push back enrollment by a year, and I give birth to a perfect little girl and get to spend nearly a year being a mommy before going back to school.

  It’s hard sometimes. Life isn’t perfect; Flavia once threw up on my laptop as I was putting the final edits on a thirty-page paper. But I love my little family, and I’m happy with them, and that’s what matters.

  Epilogue

  Professor Sharpe

  Another Year Later

  When I finally sneak downstairs, Melody is sitting on the couch in front of the fire, a glass of wine in her hand, another on the coffee table for me.

  “Our little insomniac finally asleep?” she asks, swirling the wine in her glass.

  “I only had to tell her the story of Romulus and Remus three times,” I say, sitting next to her and taking my wine. “I skipped the part where one murders the other.”

  “Now I’m afraid to have another one,” Melody teases. “Flavia might murder it if you tell her that story too many times.”

  I grin, leaning in to kiss her.

  “C’mon,” I say. “Remember how much I loved you being pregnant?”

  Melody laughs softly.

  “I remember barely being able to move by eight months,” she says.

  I put my wine glass on the table and put one hand up my wife’s shirt, feeling the soft skin of her belly.

  “I remember being barely able to control myself every time I saw you,” I growl. “Even worse than normal.”

  I pull Melody onto my lap. I’m already hard, because we haven’t had sex in nearly forty-eight hours — with a toddler, it can be hard to be alone in the same room together sometimes. Melody grinds her hips against me, biting her lip and groaning quietly.

  “I don’t think you can get me pregnant right now,” she murmurs into my ear. “But I’d love to give your cock a good hard ride anyway, Professor.”

  I plunge my hands into her pants just to feel her warm, delicious wetness. She moans again, then climbs off me, removes her pants, and unbuckles mine.

  Then she gets on her knees, takes my cock out, and slides her mouth down it, swallowing me without even blinking.

  I groan.

  “Watching you do that will never get old,” I growl, feeling her throat tight around me. “I could watch you swallow my cock on a loop for the rest of my life and die happy.”

  Melody looks up at me with her big eyes, then bobs her head up and down once more. I put one hand on her head but she knows exactly what she’s doing by now, slurping along my length and sucking at the tip when I’m just about to come, then standing and straddling me again.

  “I need you to sit on my big, fat cock right now,” I whisper.

  Melody kisses me as she does just that, and I groan into her mouth as her perfect, still-tight pussy envelopes me all the way to the hilt.

  “Professor, you feel so fucking good,” she whispers in my ear, moving her hips back and forth, grinding against me while I’m inside her. “I love the way you fill me up.”

  “I love the way you talk dirty, you filthy girl,” I say.

  Melody moans, then starts riding me. She’s slow at first, but after a few strokes she’s riding me hard, bouncing up and down along my length, her breasts bouncing under her shirt. I watch as her eyes go hazy with pleasure, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto me as hard as I can.

  “Make me come, Professor,” she says, still bouncing furiously. “Please, make me come.”

  I slam her onto my cock, muscles bulging, and Melody bites her lip, one hand on my shoulder.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispers, and then she explodes. Her pussy clenches around me rhythmically as she comes, and I force myself not to so I can watch, so I can feel how perfect it feels to be inside her right now.

  “Come inside me,” she begs as she’s finishing, her forehead against mine. “Let me feel you come.”

  I do. I can’t h
ear her ask me that and not come in thick ropy spurts, filling her over and over as she kisses me fiercely, her tongue in my mouth.

  We stay like that when we’re finished, me inside her, kissing on the couch, and it feels oddly perfect. This is home. This woman is my entire life, along with our little girl, and I couldn’t be happier.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  “I love you too,” she whispers back.

  We kiss again, and mid-kiss, a tiny voice calls from upstairs.

  “Madaagagabnda?” it says.

  Melody and I look at each other.

  “Your turn,” I say.

  She sighs.

  “Where are my pants?” she asks.

  The End

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  I’m obsessed with my secretary.

  The way she walks. The way she looks at me. The way she says my name, especially when she says yes.

  Yes, Mr. Declan.

  I know better. I’m not just her boss, I’m the owner of the entire firm - and she’s just barely out of college and out at her first job.

  Sweet. Inexperienced. Innocent.

  I don’t just want Sloane. I want to own her, possess her, dominate her body and soul in every way I know how.

  Come hell or high water, I won’t stop until she’s mine.

  I’ve got a crush on my boss.

  I shouldn’t. I know. I should find someone my own age to date, but I can’t stop thinking about my dominant, commanding boss.

  Every time I walk into his office my knees turn to jelly. All I can think about is Mr. Declan bending me over his desk and taking me, making me his.

  I could get fired for this, but there’s something in the way he looks at me, something in the way he speaks to me, and something about him that makes me want to beg him for more.

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  About Parker

  I write obsessed, dominant, alpha heroes who stop at nothing to get their women - and get them dirty!

  I can be found driving around my small, southern town in either my minivan or hubby’s pickup truck. No one here is the wiser about my secret writing life… and I definitely prefer it that way!

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