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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"Yes, Nathan. I want this," I mumble, and his eyes flare, his hands moving to cup my ass and lift me.

I squeal, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he carries me across the room and lays me down on my bed. He looms over me, his large body pressing mine into the mattress. Nathan’s lips trail over my jaw, down my neck, and he sucks gently at the hollow of my collarbone.

Deep in my mind, there is a sort of panic telling me this is a mistake, that I'm risking my entire college career just to have a make-out session with my professor, but my desire for him overrides everything else.

Then he hitches one of my legs up to his waist, urging me to wrap it around him. I do, and he grinds into me, and it feels like the entire world shifts.

"Oh God," I moan, and his teeth scrape along the shell of my ear.

"You're so beautiful." His praise goes straight to my head, making me dizzy. "So sexy."

His fingers slip under my shirt, and he slides them over the bare skin of my stomach, pulling a shuddering breath from me.

"Nathan," I whimper, and his fingers hook under the wire of my bra.

"You have no idea how many times I've pictured doing this, how many times I've pictured fucking you."

Everything comes to a stuttering stop, and so much of the lust drains out of me in an instant. Of course, I knew where this was all leading, that he wanted to fuck me, but hearing him say makes everything all too real.

Because it makes it clear that I have to tell him something. I have to tell Nathan that I'm a virgin before things can go any further, and when I do, I just know he's going to laugh at how inexperienced and silly I am. I don't know if I can take it, but it's not like I can keep the secret either.

Nathan senses the change in my body, the tenseness that replaces how pliable I had been before, and he sits up, giving me space. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." My face flames with embarrassment.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asks, and my eyes dart up to his.

"No," I whisper, and his face breaks into a small smile.

"Good. Then tell me what's wrong."

I bite my lip, considering my words carefully.

"Noelle," he growls, and goosebumps ripple across my skin.

"I'm a virgin," I blurt out, and the silence that follows is deafening.

"What?"

I close my eyes, wishing I could just disappear. "I'm a virgin."

"I'm sorry. I heard you, I'm just surprised." He pauses, and when he speaks again, his voice is thick with lust. "Are you saving yourself for marriage or..."

"No," I say, opening my eyes to see him staring down at me. "It just never happened. It's not for religious or moral reasons or anything."

"Then why?" Nathan is demanding, but not pushy. The walls of the dorm are thin, and while we haven’t exactly been silent so far, making this confession in front of him seems louder than anything else. But at least the worst part is over.

“I never wanted to…you know, have sex. I never felt any sort of spark. But now…” I twist my fingers in the soft blanket covering the bed, looking down.

“But now?” he prods, a sense of pride creeping into his tone.

“You make me want it.” I know my face is painfully red and flushed at this point. Oh my God, if he didn’t think I was too young before, he definitely does now. “You make me…feel things. All sorts of things.”

Now Nathan is moving closer again, the back of his knuckles skimming up my arms. “Tell me, Noelle. I want to hear what I make you feel.”

I suck in a shuddering breath, my thoughts spinning out of control. “Um. Well… hot for one. All over.”

I can't believe I'm saying these things, but the look on his face is worth the humiliation.

"What else?"

"When you kiss me, I feel it everywhere. I'm on fire, and I can't breathe. I don't even think I want to breathe. You make me ache, Nathan." I can barely meet his eyes, but when I do, they're blazing.

"Ache where?"

"In my...down there."

He laughs, a deep, rumbling sound, and the vibration of it has me pressing my thighs together. "Say the word, Noelle. Say where I make you ache."

"My pussy, Nathan." The word sounds strange and foreign on my lips, but I love the way it tastes, the way it sounds. "You make me ache in my pussy."

His hand slips between my legs and the thin cotton of my pajama shorts is no match for the rough pads of his fingers.

"Here, baby girl?"

I whimper. "Yes."

"Do you like that?" he asks, pressing gently. "When I call you that?"

"Y-yes."

"Good girl. Now let's take these off, okay?" He tugs at the tie on the front of my leggings, and when I nod, he slips them down my legs.


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