Professor: A First Time Novel (7 page)

But I barely hear her, like her voice is coming at me from underwater or something.

Holy shit.

Because now she’s four steps up the ladder right in front of me. And she’s wearing that short little pleated skirt.

…And I can see
right
up to the tiny patch of lace white pulled tight across the lips of her pussy before disappearing between the cheeks of her ass.

I’m utterly mesmerized, utterly frozen with my eyes
hungry
and locked on that sweet untouchable prize, like a little peach - barely covered, barely legal, and
right
in front of my face. My cock roars in my pants, and I’m so mesmerized, in fact, that I don’t even hear her ask a second time.

But it’s when I hear her small gasp and the soft “oh” that my eyes jerk up to her face.

And our eyes lock.

“
Fuck
,” I swear, suddenly feeling the rush of adrenaline turn to something else as I quickly take a step back. “Shit, Ellie, I’m-” I shake my head as I take a deep breath and look up at her again. “Fuck, honey, I’m so sorry, that was out of li-”

“Do you like what you see, Professor?” Her voice is soft, and so tender sounding, and the combination of the two is
insanely
hot to my ears and has my cock rising right back up to attention.

“Ellie, I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t mind,” She says, her face going bright red as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

I freeze, one hand still on the wooden ladder and the blood roaring in my ear I slowly look back up at her. She’s still standing there, four rungs up and looking coyly and shyly over her shoulder at me.

And I can
still
see her panties.

“Ellie, maybe you should come down from th-”
 

“I really don’t mind, Professor,” She says again, her eyes flashing at me as she swallows thickly. “I think it’s only fair.”

I force my eyes up from her panty-clad pussy to her face again, my brow furrowing. “Fair?”

“I-” She blushes furiously. “I saw you,” she says quietly. “The other day here, here in your office.”

Here in my-

OH FUCK.

The flash of movement, the cracked open door, and the empty hallway, the night I’d jerked off in here thinking of her. And suddenly, it’s all clicking as my jaw clenches and my muscles tense. My eyes pierce into hers, and I can see the heat and the same hunger there in hers that I know is writ across mine.

“Ellie, honey-”

“I- I liked what I saw, Professor,” She says softly. Slowly, she starts to turn on the ladder, until she’s facing and looking down at me perched there above me. “Could-” She blushes bright red again, and I can feel the blood pumping my dick rock hard as I watch the way her tits rise and fall with her breath.

“Could I see it again?”

Holy shit.

“Ellie,” I say quietly, barely trusting myself to talk to her with how ready I am to bury every inch of my dick inside of her. “I think you should leave.”

The fuck I do
. I don’t, really. Leave? Fuck that. I want her to stay right here, preferable with her legs spreading and my cock buried balls-deep in that tight little eighteen year old pussy. But I also have a job to think about. I have rules and consequences of breaking them to think about.

“I won’t tell anyone, Professor Martin,” she says softly, and she says it so innocently and sweetly that I literally groan out loud at how hard my cock gets when she’s says it.
 

“It can be our little secret,” she says with a hushed voice.

It’s so fucking
wrong
, but damn if hearing sweet little Ellie Thompson say shit like that doesn’t have me ready to tear those panties right off her and bury my tongue in her slit.

“Fuck, Ellie,” I growl, letting my eyes roam freely over her nubile young body.

“Do you want a better look, Professor?” She says, grinning shyly as she bites her lip. And before I can say or do anything, she slowly starts to pull up on her skirt. I groan as more and more of her creamy thighs are revealed. And when she pulls it higher still and the lacy white of her panties pulled right across her pussy comes into view, I
growl.

She’s
wet
, and I can see it plainly there between her legs. Her panties are wet across her pussy, making them mold to every soft contour of her forbidden place.

“Is this what you were trying to see earlier in the lecture, Professor?” She says with a little grin across her lips.

“Jesus, Ellie,” I growl. I’m moving forward then, drawn to her, and confident that nothing in the fucking world could stop me now. My hands slide up from the wood of the ladder to her legs, and I feel her shiver at the contact of my hands across her soft warm skin.

I’m moving closer still, my mouth inches from her thigh and my breath hot across her skin when she
moans.

And there goes the last shred of my restraint. My hands slide right put her thighs, my fingers hooking into her panties. She whimpers then, her breath coming quick as I start to pull them down over her hips. I slip them down until the soft, pink, wet lips of her perfect, barely legal pussy is revealed to me, and I
growl
.

Holy fuck yes.

Ellie cries out my mouth slips against her pussy. Her whole body shakes like she’s been shocked, almost falling off the ladder as her hands go to my hair and grip me tight. She tastes like sweet honey, and I groan as I bury my tongue deep in her slit as I drag her panties the rest of the way down her legs.

“
Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!
”

She’s whimpering and gasping, her hips bucking against my mouth as I lick her. My grands slide put to grab her ass, holding her to my mouth as I let my tongue curl over her clit. I reach down with one of my hands and yank my zipper down and pull my cock out, and then I’m grunting into her sweet young pussy as I stroke myself.

“It’s so good!” She moans as her body quivers beneath me, and I can taste more of her wetness pour over my tongue.

“Oh my God, Professor! Professor Martin! I- I think I’m-”

My tongue dances across her clit, and suddenly her whole body goes rigid before she suddenly screams and bucks her hips hard against my mouth.
 

I grab her as she stats to collapse on the ladder, catching her in my arms and bring her down and against me as she whimpers and gasps.

“Oh my
God
, so,
so
good…” she mumbles into my chest.

She gasps as I pick her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist and a moan falling from her lips as I run my mouth across her neck. I’m spinning us around then, and sitting her down on the edge of my desk.
 

And then I’m kissing her,
hard
, and I know she can taste herself on my lips, but I don’t care, and if she does, she sure as shit doesn’t act like it. She’s moaning and clawing at my shirt as I reach down to the edge of her sweater and start to push it up her chest. Her full, ripe young breasts are soft and warm in my hands, and I growl as I realize she’s not even wearing a bra under it.

She pulls away from my hungry kiss to let me pull the sweater over her head, slipping it over her gingery-blonde hair and tossing it aside, before I let my eyes feast on her.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She’s
perfect
. She’s only eighteen years old, and half my fucking age, and
so
fucking off-limits, but she’s
perfect.
She half-strewn across my desk, her breast high and firm on her chest, the light pink nipples hard in mouth-watering little points. Her skirt is pushed up around her waist, and with her legs slightly spread, I can see the pink wetness of her tight little pussy.

Off-limits my ass, I’m going to make this girl
mine.

She’s moaning as I kiss her, my fingers sliding over her pussy as I drop my jeans and my briefs and step out of them. I shrug my shirt off, and she’s cooing as she runs her hands over my skin and my tattoos and my muscles as I move against her.
 

“Please, Professor,” she gasps into my mouth as my hand slides up into her hair. “I want you to! I want you to have me.”

And its music to my fucking ears.

I growl into her mouth as I slide the throbbing head of my cock against her dewy wet lips. She feels like hot silk, and I can feel her wetness drip down my cock as I start to push the head inside.

Suddenly, she’s tensing up, and she pulls away from me to bite her lip and furrow her brow.

I stop, and frown. “You okay, honey?” I peer into her wincing face. “Look, we don’t-“

And then I get it. It’s that look in her eye that suddenly floors me.

She’s never done this before.

Holy shit
.

I start to shake my head and pull away, but she wraps her legs around me, holding me close. “Wait, no! No, I want you to!”

“Ellie, Jesus, are you-”

She nods her head and I swear.

“No, really! I want it to be you, Professor!”

God help me, my cock twitches when she calls me that. I’m still pressed right up against her, her lips slightly parted around just the head of my cock like two wet petals, and I groan as I feel her muscles there flutter against my cock.

“Ellie, I can’t be your first, honey.”

“You
can
, Professor Martin.” Her eyes are wide and her face is flushed pink as she holds me against her like that and look pleadingly into my eyes. “You’re not like the other
boys
at school here, and I
always
wanted it to be with a man, like you. I don’t want my first time to be drunk at some frat party.”

The
idea
of some little frat shitbag
touching
this girl has me seeing red for a second, and the caveman inside of me screams
mine
.

The rational part of me wants to resists and say this is wrong, and that we should stop. But it’s the other part of me that already knows what I’m going to do. It’s the primal, animal side of me that wants to claim this girl in every conceivable way. It’s the side of me that wants to make her mine, make her come, and make her scream my name as I fill her fertile young body with my seed.

Ellie takes my hands and slides them across her full, soft tits, and I groan as I feel her rock her hips forward, slipping another quarter inch of my cock head inside of her and making her whimper. “
Please
, Professor?” Her tongue darts out across her lips. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

Yeah, take a guess which side wins.

She moans as I grab her face in my hands and kiss her fiercely, bruising her lips with mine. “This is only gonna hurt for a second, baby,” I growl as I start to easy my cock forward. She winces, and then cries out as I start to sink inside. But then suddenly, I just start to slip right inside, and we’re both clutching at each other and moaning as I drive every single thick inch of my cock inside her virgin pussy.

“Oh my
GOD
!” She moans, tossing her head back and clawing at my chest. “Oh my God it’s so big!”

I let her get used to the size for a second, feeling her impossibly tight young pussy gripping and rippling around my thick shaft. I start to slide out, and her eyes dart up to mine like she’s worried I’m stopping. But then I drive in again, rocking all the way back inside until my balls are resting on her ass, and she
moans
as her breath catches in her throat.

And then I start to
fuck
her.

She eases back across my desk as I spread her legs wide and start to pump my cock in and out of that wet little slit. She’s moaning and writhing, and arching her back off the desk as I hold her hips and drive into her again and again.
 

Her flawless, tight young eighteen year old body fits me like a fucking glove, like her pussy was
made
for my dick. I slide a hand up to cup and squeeze her gravity-defying tits, bouncing high on her chest as I fuck her with deep, even strokes. Her ginger hair fans out around her head, and her eyes are squeezed shut in exactas as she clutches at papers on my desk, sending books and reports scattering across the floor.

“Fuck me, Professor Martin!” She moans, her hands coming to her breasts and pinching her nipples as she gasps and looks up at me. “Show me how a man fucks!”

It’s like a
dare
, and I growl as I grab her by the hips and just start to pound into her. She starts to gasp and moan beneath me,
‘yes, yes yes’
babbling from her lips as I bury my thick cock in her again and again. And for a second, I’m aware that I’m not even wearing a condom, but I also just
don’t fucking care.

I want to fill her up. I want to unload every drop of my cum inside her fertile young body. Fuck it, I want to make her belly swollen with my child.

The very idea of knocking her up like this has my cock throbbing even bigger inside her silky wet pussy, and I know it’s not going to be long before I explode.

She’s so wet and so fucking tight around me. She’s arching and bucking again me, moaning and pulling at her nipples as papers going flying from the desk. Hell, the desk itself starts squeaking against the floor as I pound into her over and over again.