She looked confused, as did the girls around her, but they’d get over it. They were just happy to be getting out of class. My beautiful little goddess stared back at me, those innocent eyes boring holes right into me, and pointed to herself.
“M—me?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “You.”
My cock grew three sizes as she made her way down the steps towards me, her luscious hips swaying with each step, her figure pulsing with feminine beauty. The wet had soaked her tight yoga pants, and I could see the perfect outline of her little puffy pussy and groaned as I thought about sliding my tongue into that sweet little peach.
She was trembling as she approached the desk. I waited until the last of the students exited the lecture hall before I spoke.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“Lizbeth,” she said, her voice trembling. “Lizbeth Brady.”
“Lizbeth Brady,” I replied. I took another breath and fought the urge to put my hands on her.
No. Not here. Be professional.
“Lizbeth, I am Caleb Grey, your anatomy professor.”
“Oh, God…” she whimpered. “This is so embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not,” I replied. I stepped closer to her and lifted her chin to mine. The feeling of her soft skin against my finger was heaven. “It’s so right.”
“I—I need to drop the class.”
“No, you don’t,” I said firmly. “That’s the last thing you need to do right now.”
“But we—” her voice faltered. “What we did!”
“Was absolutely incredible,” I told her. “The only problem is we didn’t get a chance to finish it.”
Her eyes went wide as she looked at me, and I felt that same pull that I’d felt before, her succulent body and charm tugging at me with a force impossible to resist. Her cheeks were flushed red and her lips were wet and inviting, like a plump wet cunt inviting my cock to plunge itself inside.
I wanted her. I needed her. I thought I’d lost her and then she walked right into my classroom and now there was no getting away.
“Last night…” she whispered. “I—I never do things like that.”
“I know, princess.”
“Never,” she repeated. “I never kiss guys like that. I’ve never even…”
“Never even what, princess?”
She shook her head. “Never mind. I just—I really think it would be best if I dropped the class. I’m sorry, Professor Grey, but I have to go.”
Not fucking likely!
Lizbeth turned away, but I snatched her firmly by the wrist and pulled her back to me. She gasped as our bodies touched, and even though her clothes were drenched by the rain, her body was burning hot beneath.
Just like last night…
My cock pulsed with lust as her body quivered against mine. I could feel her full, firm breasts against my hard chest. Again, I spread her legs open with one of mine and pulled her down onto it, like a gymnast on the balance beam. She couldn’t hide the moan that escaped her lips as I pressed my hard cock against her pussy mound.
Her back arched and she pressed her body against mine. Her mouth might have been saying no, but her body was telling a completely different story. I knew that if she wasn’t already wet with rain, I would feel the wetness forming between her thighs, dripping from that little slit that I was desperate to see.
“Professor—”
“Shhh,” I whispered. Then I kissed her.