Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

All I know right now is I want more. I’m already addicted to whatever this is, as dirty as it is.

As dirty as I am.

And I don’t care.

He comes up from between my legs, his face hovering over mine, and the scent of my arousal and the slick wetness of my pussy cover his lips and chin.

“You are such a good girl, do you know that?”

I nod, unsure what else to do but knowing that hearing him call me that feels so very right.

“Good, because from now on, you are my good girl, and I plan on devouring this pussy whenever I like.” He reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling it to the side and planting his teeth in a soft bite at the base of my neck, making me moan and my pussy long for more of whatever this is.

His lips and teeth trace down my body, making me writhe and yelp when he alternates soft kisses and licks with sharp nips, but the pain only seems to ignite the fire inside of me.

I stare at the ceiling, my eyes blurry as his mouth is again between my legs, and his tongue drags through my folds until his lips and teeth are on my clit.

My hips buck upward and I moan as he eats me out.

My body feels boneless as he devours me, the lust like a drug that makes me feel as though I’m not here anymore, but instead living in another parallel dimension, a dimension where my only thoughts are of the sensations he’s creating with his hot tongue.

The feel of his tongue lapping at my opening, of his nose moving and pressing on my clit, is overwhelming. His hands are wrapped around my upper thighs, and he’s holding me hard against his mouth as I try to twist and jerk against him. The noises I’m making aren’t human, and I’m sure my neighbors must be wondering what sort of monster has taken over in place of the mousy girl that occupies unit three.

Tension is gathering again as I listen to the wet sounds of him drinking in every drop of my juices. The swirling of his tongue moves faster until the pressure is so strong I take one last look down to see his eyes on me, and that’s all I can take.

My vision disappears again, and when the orgasm hits me, my voice fails. It’s harder and stronger than the ones before, and I feel it down into my bones. I’m bucking and jerking, my hands flying outward in a desperate effort to clasp onto something, and I’m frightened I’m losing control of everything.

When Vito’s tongue flicks at my clit again, I wince and push his head away.

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“Oh, no.” I hear his voice echoing in my mind and look down through blurred vision to see him looking at me with those dark eyes, shaking his head. “I say when we are done, little Bambina.”

“But,” I whimper, “it hurts.”

“Does it?” he asks, then brings the pad of his thumb to my engorged clit, making me draw a sharp breath. “Maybe sometimes that’s what I want.”

Vito

UNDER MY HANDS, I FEEL her muscles quivering. Her body is tense, but I need one more.

“Give me what I want,” I growl, my thumb pressing and flicking over her clit as her face twists in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her pussy is bare except for a small patch of blond curls, and I love everything about her.

Her hands flap and try to push me away, but I answer her actions with my teeth on her inner thigh.

She winces in response but cums at the same time, and the orgasm has her eyes rolling back and her body slack and spent. She whimpers out “Daddy,” and I bring my head lower to kiss her softly between her legs. I lick her in long, slow strokes until her muscles soften and her breathing steadies.

It’s not easy, but I tear my mouth away and stand, sitting down next to her on the bed and pulling her over into me as I lean against the pillows.

“All done, babygirl. You’ve pleased Daddy. Such a dirty girl, making Daddy want to eat this pussy and make you cum. This pussy is mine now, you understand? It doesn’t belong to you any longer. It’s given itself to me. Just like you will.”

Her glazed eyes open, looking up at me, lips plump and face pink, and the devotion I see there makes my heart race.

She reaches down between us and presses a hand against the length of my cock as it sticks out from my zipper.

I kiss the side of her head. “Not now, princess. In time, I will give you all of me, like you will give me all of you. But I’m a patient man. Today I will show you more about me. I want to show you some things in my life.”

I listen to her slow, even breathing as I graze my hand up and down her back.

As I breathe in her sweet scent, her hand comes up and presses onto my jaw. “I have so many questions.”

“And I will answer them all in time. Right now, we need to get ready to go. I will pick out your clothes.”

I shift and lift her easily onto the bed beside me, her legs tucked beneath her as I stand and walk to the opening in the wall where her clothes hang. On my way, I manage to get my cock back inside my trousers, practically breaking it in half in the process.

I pull the hangers one at a time, examining the clothes, and anger is building as I do. Esme deserves so much more. Her clothes are few, worn and tired. I make a mental note to be sure to remedy this for her as soon as possible.

She’s a princess and deserves to have all the things a princess would have.

I pick out a light-yellow dress and look to the floor of the closet to see only two pair of shoes. I grab the faded blue sandals and take the items over to the bed, where she’s watching me with confusion in her eyes.

She opens her mouth to say something, then swallows and takes my extended hand. I lift her to her feet, leaning down to kiss her ear lobe and whisper, “You are my beautiful babygirl. I will take care of you in ways you couldn’t imagine. Now, arms up.”

I unzip the dress and remove it from the hanger, draping it gently over her head and onto her soft body.

“What about panties? Or a bra?”

I shake my head. “Not today, princess. From now on, I decide. And today, you don’t need either. I want to know that when I want to touch you again, this pussy is right here, ripe and waiting for me.”

From there, I kneel down, kissing the top of each of her feet before slipping them into the sandals and working the tiny buckles into place.

When I stand, her eyes are wide and searching my face. I wrap my arms around her waist.

“Where is your hairbrush, Bambina?”

She nips at her bottom lip. “On the counter in the bathroom.” She points, and I drop my embrace and take her tiny hand in mine, pulling her behind me.

I can reach through the bathroom and get the brush without letting her go. There’s barely enough room for the tub, sink, and commode, but it’s sparkling clean and well organized.

“Come, sit on my lap.”

I guide us back through the bedroom and out to the sofa and sit down, and she sits on my legs, her back to me as I bring the brush up and begin to draw it through the still-damp silk of her blonde hair.

She sighs and leans her head back. “That feels so good,” she says softly, her hands coming down to hold onto the outsides of my thighs.

“You deserve to feel good. Do you know that?” She stills, and I keep brushing, giving her a moment, but she remains silent. “I need you to answer when I ask you a question.” My voice deepens.

Her voice is a whisper. “I don’t know what I deserve sometimes.”

My heart sinks, wondering what her life has been like that she doesn’t understand her value.

“I want you to know you deserve so much more. And I’m going to give it to you. Would you like that, babygirl? Daddy wants to give you everything.”

She nods.

“The proper answer is, Yes, Daddy. I want you to answer me like a good girl.”

After a moment of hesitation, her voice is soft. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” I set the brush down on the sofa and lift her, turn her around to face me. “My sweet, pretty girl. Let’s go. I have so much I want to show you.”

As I stand, I extend my hand, and she slips her tiny fingers between mine. On our way to the door, I pick up her purse. “Your keys are inside?”

She nods. “Yes.” I give her a stern look, and she tries again. “Yes, Daddy.”

I slip the bag over my shoulder, listening to her giggle.

“Not sure it goes with your outfit.” She smiles at me, and I look down at the purse on my shoulder, then back at her.

“If it’s part of you, then it’s part of me.” I shift my shoulders back and forth. “Besides, I think it looks good.”

We step out into the hallway, locking her door behind, and make our way downstairs and out to my Mercedes, where I open the door then buckle her in.

When she’s secure, and I’ve climbed in beside her, I lean in, kiss her just below her ear and give her the instructions. “While I drive, your skirt is up, and I want your fingers playing with your pussy. Don’t stop until I tell you to stop, do you understand?”