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Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

"Well, looks like our time is up here today, gang. Jennifer, Come see me before you leave class please." My eyes sprung up to his. "Yes, Sir," I said not knowing why I had to stay behind, I haven't done anything wrong. Transferring in the middle of a semester to a university where you know nobody was hard but I had made it work. Well, I thought I had.

As I made my way down the front of the room I saw the professor taking a seat on the edge of his desk, saying goodbye to the students as they went past. I waited for everyone to leave then I walked over to him. I was timid and shy. I kept to myself mostly. I looked him in the eyes again. He was so handsome, like old-school Hollywood. His hair was black and styled with product making it stand straight up with a little angle on the top. His eyes, green with gold speckles, made them stand out from the contrast of his hair. My eyes ran down past his plump lips, lips I wanted to bite and suck. His arms bulged to the point the seams of his white button-up shirt were stretched and ready to rip apart and rolled up his arms. I looked at his chest, his pecs showed through his shirt, which was tucked into a pair of blue, grey wash jeans which hugged him in all the right places.

"Jennifer. I just wanted to catch up with you. Please, come sit." He gestured to a spot on the table next to him. He looked relaxed, which in turn made me relax just a little.

I sat my books and bag on the opposite side of the desk, allowing myself room to sit up fully on the table and let my short legs dangle. "What is it that you wanted to talk about... Sir?" I said, looking up through my eyelashes at his beautiful face. He smirked, showing some teeth. "Well," he stood and faced me, "firstly I need you to stop calling me Sir." I looked at him confused, making my eyebrows draw down together into the centre of my forehead. He moved closer to me, "every time you call me sir," he trailed off as he shook his head. He could feel it too. He could feel the pull. "What happens every time I call you..." I paused and noticed his body stiffen. "Sir?" I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he bit his lower lip, Moaning as he placed his hands on each side of my body. He slowly moved his face next to mine, our cheeks touching. "Fuck Jennifer, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He whispered into my ear as he grabbed one of my hands and placed it on the front of his pants.

I gasped and looked down, noticing his cock trying to burst through the zip and I instantly started to salivate. Without thinking I grabbed his belt buckle unfastening it and pulled it from the hooks on his pants and threw it over my shoulder. I ran my hands up his legs, stopping just before I touched his dick through the fabric.

I desperately wanted to see it, lick it, suck it and oh boy did I want to get fucked by it. I had worked myself up so much I couldn't stop when I undid the button, pulled down the zipper and yanked his pants along with his underwear down, releasing his cock.

I looked over it quickly, it was a thing of beauty, long and thick, but not too thick, pre-cum already leaking out of the tip. Opening my mouth, I stuck my tongue out and licked the end, getting the liquid that had started to seep out. "Oh fuck, Jennifer." His simple words confirmed to me that he wanted this as much as I did. Without hesitation I opened my mouth, shoving his cock down my throat, I stopped close to the base. "Mmm, I need to know your limits, Jennifer. I don't fuck like the college boys you are used to." He said as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and lent down. "They have no idea what they are doing, but, I sure as fuck do, I will fuck you right, princess." He slammed himself back into my mouth as he finished his sentence, pulling my face up to look at him, with my mouth full of his cock. "Hmm, Jennifer? Do you want to be my princess?" He wrapped his palm around my throat and squeezed it, feeling the outline of his dick through the skin on my neck. Tears ran down my face, not from pain but from pleasure. The combination of his words and his actions had me dripping onto the floor, my juices drowning the carpet below where I knelt.