My Boyfriend’s Professor Daddy Read Online Lena Little

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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
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"Professor, hi," she starts once she reaches me. "I'm Noelle, and this might not be the best time but I'm sort of desperate."

Me too, I think but keep those thoughts to myself. Up close, Noelle smells like apples and sunshine, and I want to bury my face in her neck and breathe it in from the source. Her neck or between her legs...

Clearing my throat, I force my attention back to her. "Desperate, huh? Go ahead."

"Before Professor Gray had his accident, he called me into his office to talk about my grades. I know I haven't been doing well, but it's just..." She bites her lip and looks away as if she's embarrassed. I don't want her to feel any sort of negative, not while I'm around.

The idea comes quickly, and while it's insanely problematic and inappropriate, I can't put that cat back in the bag now that it's out. English 101 and 202 at 9 am are the only classes I'm covering, and I have the rest of the day free. Maybe individual tutoring is just what Miss Noelle needs. Just her and me, and not one other soul.

"You're working on a literary analysis for Romeo and Juliet, right?" She nods, ponytail bouncing. "I have to go talk to the Dean about my compensation for subbing this class, but afterward I'll be in Gray's office around noon, getting things in order for the next two weeks. But if I know Gray, he's got everything planned out to the very last detail for me, and I think I'll have a lot of free time if you want to stop by. I'd be more than happy to help you with your paper."

Noelle's whole face lights up, and I know I've said the right thing. "Seriously? Thank you so much, Professor Nolan! I was going to see if you had office hours."

"This will be better, don't you think?"

"I'll see you at one, then." She grins, and it's so infectious that my lips quirk up in response.

"I'll be waiting."

Once she's gone, I take a moment to adjust my cock, which is painfully hard and tenting the front of my pants. There's a part of me that knows this is a terrible idea, and another part that's telling me how right it is. That I'm supposed to help Noelle, and she's supposed to help me.

She'll help me, alright.

I can't help the smile that stays plastered on my face as I grab my things and head over to the Dean's office. This entire substituting gig just got a lot more interesting.

Fuck. My second class had dragged, and the Dean wanted to talk my fucking ear off afterward. Lunch was disappointing—not because the food was bad but because I haven't been able to focus on one damn thing besides the girl due in my office in ten minutes.

Obsessed is a strong word, especially after only seeing her for one class, but I think it's fitting in this situation. Long blond hair, curvy as hell, and the scent of apples...I'm going to lose my mind. Someone in the cafeteria had ordered applesauce, and I thought my erection was going to burst through my pants just at the memory of her scent.

I slam the office door shut behind me, throw my bag aside, and stomp to the leather computer chair, which I sink into. Gray's desk is meticulously organized and tidy, and I have the urge to sweep everything off it with my arm, just as some way to bleed off the excess amount of tension inside of me.

I could run a marathon right now.

I could punch a hole through solid stone.

But I don't think any of that will help me with how keyed up just the idea of Noelle has me. There is one thing that will, though. With a dismissive glance at the shut but unlocked door, I whisper "Fuck it" to myself and lean back in the chair. With one hand, I work to open my belt, then the button to my slacks and the zipper. Feeling like I can't get enough air, I yank my tie from my neck and throw it aside, finally, finally freeing my turgid member and getting a fist around it.

"Ah, fuck."

It's so good and not nearly enough, but it'll have to do. I'm not even really sure what to picture, but the idea of Noelle's lips wrapped around my cock is too perfect not to go with. So that's exactly what I do.

I don't know what the girl is really like, if she's a little vixen or an innocent angel. But as I imagine her, on her knees and looking up at me, she's a mix of both. Her blue eyes are wide and eager, her lips plump and wet and begging for me to fill them. And I do.


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