My Boyfriend’s Professor Daddy Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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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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In my mind, I fist her hair and pull her closer. She takes me in her mouth and sucks me eagerly, and the pressure builds at the base of my spine, threatening to explode. In the fantasy, her small hands come up to squeeze and fondle my balls.

"That's a good girl," I grunt, my hips bucking up of their own accord.

I can feel it coming, and I try to fight it, not ready for this to be over, but there's no stopping it. Not with how good the fantasy feels and not with the real-life memory of her apple scent still lingering in the air.

I pump my cock a few more times. The dam breaks and I'm coming, thick ropes of pearlescent warmth shooting onto my dress shirt. My body shudders with the intensity of it, and it seems to go on forever. Once I'm empty, I sit back, chest heaving.

And of course that's exactly when I hear a shy knock at the door.

Frantically, I look at my watch. 12:59. Dammit!

Jumping up, I unbutton the shirt and shove it haphazardly in the garbage can, leaving me in just my white t-shirt. I button my pants, pull up my fly, and buckle the belt, all the while knowing I'm flying too close to the sun here.

Once I'm decent again, I go back to the chair, sit down, and call, "Come in."

My heart stops, then beats again in double time as the door swings open. My body is already on the edge of arousal, and seeing Noelle only intensifies it. I've never been so grateful for a desk job because the moment I harden again, the desk hides it.

"Hi, Professor."

"Please, call me Nathan."

Noelle's eyes go wide. "Nathan," she tests, and my cock jerks beneath the table. Her cheeks turn a shade of red, and the blush is adorable and sexy. "Thank you so much for doing this. I know this is really short notice."

"I'm happy to help. And since it's a Friday, we have the entire weekend to go over things."

Her mouth falls open and her lips glisten.

I want to taste them.

"Really?" she breathes, and I have the distinct feeling she's asking about more than the weekend.

"Really. Please, sit."

There's a couch and loveseat in the office, and she sets her backpack down on the couch before perching on the edge. Her sundress rides up her thighs a bit, and her bare legs are so long and smooth that I can't help but picture them wrapped around my waist.

"Where do we start?"

"What is your topic of choice? And have you written the paper yet?"

Noelle shakes her head. "No. The assignment was to choose a fictional romantic couple and draw comparisons between them and Romeo and Juliet. I chose Helen and Paris of Troy."

My eyebrows creep up my face, some of my immediate arousal replaced by surprise. "That's a rather deep cut for first-year English. A more contemporary fictional couple might have been easier."

She smiles, looking down at the papers in her hands. "Believe it or not, I used to be at the top of my class. I've just had some...things going on in my life, and it's made my grades take a back seat. Which I know is stupid, and I want to fix them."

"I do not doubt that you will. Why did you choose the Trojans?"

She shifts and the skirt inches higher, revealing the crease where her thigh meets her ass before she swiftly adjusts it. "Because they're like Romeo and Juliet. Their relationship was doomed from the start. Helen was already married, and Paris was the prince of Troy. They couldn't have a happily ever after."

"But they had love, which is what the entire play is about. Do you think the fact that their relationship was doomed made their love stronger?"

Noelle's eyebrows draw together as she thinks. "I'm not sure. I have notes and ideas, but it's kind of hard to focus on anything."

"Hmm." I steeple my fingers, pressing them to my mouth. "I have a theory."

"I'd love to hear it."

I lean forward, the movement causing my erection to push painfully against the front of my pants. The pain is welcome because it grounds me and reminds me of why this is a bad idea.

"Well, for one, love is a chemical reaction. It's hormones and neurotransmitters and a rush of serotonin. But that doesn't mean the emotion doesn't have a real impact. For two people to find each other and fall in love, and have the love be requited, it's a beautiful thing."

Noelle bites her lip and leans in, her eyes intent on mine. "Okay...But sometimes those things are short-lived. The feelings fade, or the relationship becomes toxic, or there's some other complication that can't be worked through. So, no. I don't think the fact that the couple is doomed makes the love stronger. It makes the love more fleeting, more intense."


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