Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..6..

"I knew from that first giggle of interruption in my class your mouth would taste heavenly, Jenna." Professor Jackson mumbles against my lips.

I melt at the sound of my first name coming from his sweet mouth.

And, as a token of my gratitude, I kiss him harder as I straddle his lap.

"Your mouth is just as sweet, Professor." I moan. "You're gonna give me the cum of my life, right?"

"I plan to," He moans back. "I want you to scream "Michael" when you come too. Will you do that for me, sweetheart? Will you scream my name when I make you come?"

"Yes, sir." I shudder as a deep groan erupts from the back of his throat.

He holds my hands above my head and I melt as he plants sweet kisses all over my throat and neck.

"I like that, Miss Toussaint." He sighs against my wet lips as he smacks my behind. "Moan louder for me."

I oblige, moaning louder into his mouth, as we start kissing again.

Professor Jackson cups my ass as his tongue explores my mouth.

I moan, thinking of the ways his experienced tongue could make me moan more.

I release his lips to catch my breath as he rubs his large hands up my back.

As Professor Jackson kisses my neck, I breathe in his scent, and become completely intoxicated.

God, he smells so good.

I want this man so bad.

Fuck the rules!

I can keep a secret.

I can, and I will, because I need this man and his body.

I won't tell anyone of this encounter.

It will be our little secret.

Fuck the rules!

My body needs this!

As if snapping me from my reverie, Professor Jackson laces his fingers in my hair and sucks at my bottom lip.

"You're as tasty as you look, Miss Toussaint." He murmurs and I feel myself getting wet. "And let me tell you, you look provocatively delicious."

"So do you." I breathe, kissing him again.

"So you do want me?" He asks and almost as if he can't believe I do.

I lean back and stare into his eyes. "Since you asked me if I was having sex with Brad."

"Do you want to have sex with Brad, Miss Toussaint?"

"No," I shake my head before nipping at his strong jawline. "I only want you, Professor."

Professor Jackson smiles on my lips then stands up with me from the couch.

I kiss his neck as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Where is your bedroom, Miss Toussaint?" He asks, holding me by my ass.

"Down the hall to the right." I breathe, kissing his neck.

I continue kissing his neck as he walks us down the hallway to my bedroom.

After he opens the door, it only takes seconds for him to lay me on my bed and climb on top of me.

"I've never wanted a woman as much as I want you." He confesses, staring down at me. "Miss Toussaint, I'm willing to break the rules--all of them, and only for you."

"Me too." I groan, digging my nails into his back.

"Ready for the come of your life?" He whispers across my lips as he grinds his core into mine.

My eyes bulge when I feel his large erection brushing against my thigh.

Damn, that's him?

"I'm ready for whatever you're going to give me, Professor." I groan as he continues grinding.

Fuck, I have never wanted something so much in my life.

Give it to me, Professor. Give it all to me!

"Okay," He nods then stands back from me. "I'm going to give it to you, Miss Toussaint."

"How?" I sigh, longing for his touch.

"You'll see." He smirks. "Now, angel, do you have a tie, a piece of rope, or something? I want to try something."

"What? Are we doing "Fifty Shades of Grey" now?" I ask, propping up on my elbows to stare at him. "You want to tie me up?"

If he does... I don't mind.

"No, to your first question," Professor Jackson smiles. "Miss Toussaint. I'm real; Christian Grey is a character. Believe me, I was doing these things before that character was ever conceived. I'm a Sex Educations Professor, remember that."

My insides clench as his stare smolders.

Fuck, this man is sexy!

"You're only twelve years older than me." I murmur, watching him strip from the gym jersey I lent him and throw it to the floor.

His chest is even sexy.

"And I fuck like I am too."

My body quivers, inadvertently, and Professor Jackson smirks.

"Do I do that to you, Miss Toussaint?"

I bite the side of my bottom lip and stare at him. "Yes."

"Yes what?" He asks, a la Christian Grey.

I giggle then lick my lips. "Yes, sir."

He bites his bottom lip and climbs into the bed on top of me.

"Do you like that book, Miss Toussaint?"

"What?" I groan as he kisses down my throat. ""Fifty Shades of Grey"?"

"Yes."

"Yes, but only the sex parts really."

"You can read about sex, but you can't talk about it?" He groans into my collarbone.

I shiver. "I told you, Professor, it embarrasses me."

"Well, let's talk about it, Miss Toussaint." He smiles down at me. "You're beautiful, and I love watching this beautiful skin of yours blush. I saw it all through my lecture today. What do you want to say to me, right now, that's sex related, sweetheart?" He whispers over my lips. "And will probably make you blush."

I breathe in, staring straight into his dark brown eyes. "Will you fuck me like Christian fucks Ana?"

"No." He shakes his head and I pout a little as he continues. "I'm gonna fuck you "Fifty Shades of Jackson" and believe me, baby, it's much better."

I visibly melt again as Professor Jackson's mouth covers mine.