Her Dirty Professor Series (21+)

I spread her ass cheeks, then slip one hand down and into her opening, slicking my fingers before running them back up to her tight rear entrance and sliding one inside as I bite on her clit, sending her into near convulsions.

The words that come from my sweet little girl would make a pimp blush. As she cums, I take my other hand and slip two fingers into her pulsing sex, taking her in every way I can.

She goes off again, her hands on my head keeping her upright and her pussy soaking me with her juice. I drink it down like a parched man.

Before she can stop shaking, I pull her from the wall, half-carry her over to a desk in front of the windows, and lean her over, kicking her legs apart and lining up my dick.

Her pussy is soaking, and I stand there, the tip of my cock just resting at her opening as I listen to her whimper.

“Daddy, please…”

“Daddy, please, what?”

She pushes her hips back, but I retreat, and she lets out a sullen cry.

“Ask nicely,” I grit out, bringing my hand down on the side of her ass.

“Please, Daddy, fuck me. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

“That’s better. Know you worship your Daddy. You worship his cock. You are his pleasure. You are his joy and his toy. Now push that pussy back on my cock like you know you want to, naughty girl. Show Daddy how dirty you are for him.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She does as I ask, taking me deep in one motion, and her wet heat feels as good as the first time. I reach down and gather her hair into one hand and pull. Her neck arches along with her back, and I can’t help but admire the curves of her body when I get to hold her like this.

I meet her backward movements with my thrusts, going nearly into her belly, knowing very soon my seed will take root and my little princess breeder will be full of me. I love her scent, my inner animal needing to fuck her like a bitch in heat.

Her ass jiggles as our bodies slap together, and I see her pussy lips spread obscenely far apart as she takes me down to my balls.

I grunt and pull at her hair, feeling like a caveman. She takes everything I give her, as rough as it is sometimes, but I know when we are all done, I will take care of my sweet girl however she needs.

Her body clenches around my cock as I reach around and pinch her clit, sending her off into orgasmland again, and I’m ready to offload into her for the fourth time in as many hours.

It’s a wonder we get anything else done in life, but we do. Somehow. Sleep is foregone often, but I do always make sure my girl is safe and healthy above all else.

“That’s it, dirty little girl. Cum on that cock. Beg for my cum. Do you deserve it? Do you deserve Daddy to fill that wet hole with his cum?”

My words send her into another pulsing orgasm. As she pants, her words are low and breathless.

“Please, Daddy. Cum inside me. I’ll be your best girl, I just want to feel it inside me. That warm, hot present you have for me. Please…”

I grunt and slam into her, making her yelp. Her hands clutch tightly to the desk as it rocks back on two legs, and everything that was on top of it ends up on the floor.

I surge upward, driving my cock inside her until I feel myself bottom out at her womb and then let myself go. Jets of cum flood into her body as my climax makes stars dance in my eyes, and the muscles in my legs spasm as my balls empty.

Then I carry her limp body to the bed and hold a bottle of water to her lips.

“Drink, sweet Bambina.”

Her mouth opens, and she swallows a few gulps, her eyes half-closed. Looking at her, lying spent and well-fucked on the rumpled bedding, I’m reminded of how fucking lucky I am. I’ve fucked her on every available surface in the suite since we came back here after dinner with her mother and father last night.

Still, it’s not enough. My cock is still hard, refusing to go down without a fight.

I roll her onto her back, staring into her glazed eyes as I open her legs and climb on top, putting my mouth next to her ear.

“Daddy needs you one more time, baby. I need to get off inside you, just lie still and be quiet for me, okay, princess?”

I slip into her hot pussy easily and put one hand over her mouth.

“Shhhh, baby. Daddy’s almost done.”

Our naughty role-play comes and goes, but it feeds us both.

She nods softly, turning her head sideways on the pillow as I nuzzle into her neck and fuck her in long, slow strokes until we both cum.

Then I roll off her and pull the sheet up over her as her breathing deepens and she’s taken by slumber. I should be tired, but I have work to do, so I kiss her lips and whisper into her ear, knowing she’ll hear me in her dreams.

“I love you, princess. You are my world.”

With that, I’m out of the bed, and I get my laptop out. Carrying it through to the long dining table in the living area of the suite, I sit down and log on.

I run my hands through my hair and see I have two emails I’ve been waiting for.

The first is from Malcolm.

Hey partner,

Attached are the pictures from the contractor, showing the completed work at the offices. Everything looks good to me. We are ready for our meetings end of next week. We have other stuff to talk about too, but you asked for radio silence until you called me, so I’m standing by.

Malcolm

I open the next email.

Mr. Vitaglia,

So wonderful to chat with you yesterday, it’s been a long time. I have made the arrangements we discussed, and Miss Tremaine can start the beginning of next month as my intern. I look forward to meeting her and having her creative efforts blossom.

She has an office ready and waiting, as well as my personal recommendation to enter the School of Design at Lambrook, should she so choose.

It’s always been a pleasure to work with you, your family, and your associates.

Speak soon,

Raphael Morgan

Owner, Morgan Design Associates

My heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest. How life can turn so quickly.

Malcolm and I bought out one of the largest personal security companies in the Midwest and are looking to move all of my business into that arena, leaving my former less-savory dealings behind.

I’ve made a deal with the Lucci brothers to buy out my other ventures, and that transition will happen over the coming weeks, making me as legit as I’ve ever been in my life.

Raphael Morgan owns one of the top interior design firms in the state and has worked with me and my family on a number of occasions, as well as many others I know over the years. Tomorrow I will surprise Esme with the offer for her to have a personal internship with Raphael, as well as the chance to enroll in design school if that’s what she chooses.

She already left the DA’s office. The business with her colleague soured the experience for her, and after some soul-searching, she admitted it didn’t feed her heart-and that’s my number one priority to keep safe and sound. So together we decided it was best to leave that behind.

I also met with Sal one last time. We go way back, but he had it coming after what he did to Esme. So I asked to meet him at our old offices, and after I shook his hand, I then proceeded to deliver a shot to his jaw and a knee to his gut, dropping him to the ground.

I said my piece, then helped him up.

Once he understood he’d come too close to what is mine, there was a flicker of the old Sal in his eyes.

He confessed that ever since his wife and daughter were killed in a car accident two years ago, he’s just not cared. I told him not to soil their memory by losing his way anymore and left it at that.

I don’t know that we will ever be friends again, but our shit feels settled, and in my heart, I wish him the best.

I also called in some favors and made sure Nadine got what was coming to her, as well. She’s no longer in the employ of the district attorney, and the IRS is auditing her last three years of tax returns.

I may have walked on the wrong side of the law for a long time, but my connections have connections, and when I need something done, I’m rarely disappointed.

I’m proud as fuck of Esme, though. The day after all the shit went down, she was back at work and had some choice words for Nadine about kindness and how there is a special hell for women who deliberately hurt other women, especially when they’ve already been knocked down. She came home that day from work standing taller, and I made sure she knew how special she is.

Getting up from the table, I walk over to the cabinet where I left my cell and pull up Karen’s number.

She’s at work and expecting my call, so I softly close the bedroom door and walk to the far end of the suite as I dial, keeping my voice just above a whisper.