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  She’s supposed to be untouchable. But I’ve had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and now I just want more...

  She’s the girl from my freshman lecture - my perfect, straight-A pupil and the one I shouldn’t even be looking at much less having these kind of thoughts about. No woman has ever made me feel this way, like I’m going out of my mind with raw need for her. I know the rules, and I know she’s half my age, but I don’t give a f*ck.

  Because I’m going claim her. I’m gonna be her first, and I’m going to breed her until everyone knows she’s MINE.

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  Copyright © 2015 Madison Faye

  Cover & Interior Design: White Rabbit Creative

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.

  This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.

  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.

  Dear Reader,

  This book, like my others, is about taking a fantasy and running wild with it. If you don’t like wildly over-the-top stories that basically consist of an older, alpha male breeding a much younger and innocent woman, than this isn’t for you. But chances are, you already knew that ;).

  If you are into the above, then please read on, and I do hope you enjoy.

  This book is for anyone who’s ever wanted a little extra credit.

  Professor:

  Chapter 1 - Liam

  Chapter 2 - Ellie

  Chapter 3 - Liam

  Chapter 4 - Ellie

  Chapter 5 - Liam

  Chapter 6 - Liam

  Chapter 7 - Ellie

  Chapter 8 - Ellie

  Chapter 9 - Liam

  Chapter 10 - Ellie

  Chapter 11 - Liam

  Chapter 12 - Liam

  Chapter 13 - Ellie

  Chapter 14 - Ellie

  Chapter 15 - Ellie

  Chapter 16 - LIam

  Chapter 17 - Ellie

  Chapter 18 - Liam

  Chapter 19 - Ellie

  Chapter 20 - Ellie

  Chapter 21 - Ellie

  Chapter 22 - Liam

  Chapter 23 - Liam

  Chapter 24 - Ellie

  Epilogue - Ellie

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  I go to move past her towards the rolling ladder to the side of my office that spans one of the extra-tall bookshelves, but she stops me. “Oh, I can get it!” She says with a bright smile. And before I can stop her, she’s turning and starting to climb the wooden ladder. “Which shelf?”

  But I barely hear her, like her voice is coming at me from underwater or something.

  Holy shit.

  Because now she’s four steps up the ladder right in front of me. And she’s wearing that short little pleated skirt.

  …And I can see right up to the tiny patch of lace white pulled tight across the lips of her pussy before disappearing between the cheeks of her ass.

  I’m utterly mesmerized, utterly frozen with my eyes hungry and locked on that sweet untouchable prize, like a little peach - barely covered, barely legal, and right in front of my face. My cock roars in my pants, and I’m so mesmerized, in fact, that I don’t even hear her ask a second time.

  But it’s when I hear her small gasp and the soft “oh” that my eyes jerk up to her face.

  And our eyes lock.

  “Fuck,” I swear, suddenly feeling the rush of adrenaline turn to something else as I quickly take a step back. “Shit, Ellie, I’m-” I shake my head as I take a deep breath and look up at her again. “Fuck, honey, I’m so sorry, that was out of li-”

  “Do you like what you see, Professor?” Her voice is soft, and so tender sounding, and the combination of the two is insanely hot to my ears and has my cock rising right back up to attention.

  “Ellie, I didn’t mean to-”

  “I don’t mind,” She says, her face going bright red as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

  I freeze, one hand still on the wooden ladder and the blood roaring in my ear I slowly look back up at her. She’s still standing there, four rungs up and looking coyly and shyly over her shoulder at me.

  And I can still see her panties.

  “Ellie, maybe you should come down from th-”

  “I really don’t mind, Professor,” She says again, her eyes flashing at me as she swallows thickly. “I think it’s only fair.”

  I force my eyes up from her panty-clad pussy to her face again, my brow furrowing. “Fair?”

  “I-” She blushes furiously. “I saw you,” she says quietly. “The other day here, here in your office.”

  Here in my-

  OH FUCK.

  The flash of movement, the cracked open door, and the empty hallway, the night I’d jerked off in here thinking of her. And suddenly, it’s all clicking as my jaw clenches and my muscles tense. My eyes pierce into hers, and I can see the heat and the same hunger there in hers that I know is writ across mine.

  “Ellie, honey-”

  “I- I liked what I saw, Professor,” She says softly. Slowly, she starts to turn on the ladder, until she’s facing and looking down at me perched there above me. “Could-” She blushes bright red again, and I can feel the blood pumping my dick rock hard as I watch the way her tits rise and fall with her breath.

  “Could I see it again?”

  Holy shit.

  “Ellie,” I say quietly, barely trusting myself to talk to her with how ready I am to bury every inch of my dick inside of her. “I think you should leave.”

  The fuck I do. I don’t, really. Leave? Fuck that. I want her to stay right here, preferable with her legs spreading and my cock buried balls-deep in that tight little eighteen year old pussy. But I also have a job to think about. I have rules and consequences of breaking them to think about.

  “I won’t tell anyone, Professor Martin,” she says softly, and she says it so innocently and sweetly that I literally groan out loud at how hard my cock gets when she’s says it.

  “It can be our little secret,” she says with a hushed voice.

  It’s so fucking wrong, but damn if hearing sweet little Ellie Thompson say shit like that doesn’t have me ready to tear those panties right off her and bury my tongue in her slit.

  “Fuck, Ellie,” I growl, letting my eyes roam freely over her nubile young body.

  “Do you want a better look, Professor?” She says, grinning shyly as she bites her lip. And before I can say or do anything, she slowly starts to pull up on her skirt. I groan as more and more of her creamy thighs are r
evealed. And when she pulls it higher still and the lacy white of her panties pulled right across her pussy comes into view, I growl.

  She’s wet, and I can see it plainly there between her legs. Her panties are wet across her pussy, making them mold to every soft contour of her forbidden place.

  “Is this what you were trying to see earlier in the lecture, Professor?” She says with a little grin across her lips.

  “Jesus, Ellie,” I growl. I’m moving forward then, drawn to her, and confident that nothing in the fucking world could stop me now. My hands slide up from the wood of the ladder to her legs, and I feel her shiver at the contact of my hands across her soft warm skin.

  I’m moving closer still, my mouth inches from her thigh and my breath hot across her skin when she moans.

  And there goes the last shred of my restraint. My hands slide right put her thighs, my fingers hooking into her panties. She whimpers then, her breath coming quick as I start to pull them down over her hips. I slip them down until the soft, pink, wet lips of her perfect, college pussy is revealed to me, and I growl.

  Chapter 1

  Liam

  I’m a bad man.

  Well, no, I’m a good man, but I’m about to do something bad. Because I’m staring down at this perfect little picture of innocence and temptation sprawled out beneath me, and I know I’m never going to be able to resist her.

  She’s perfect; strawberry blonde hair cascading around her angelic face with those deep blue eyes looking up at me. Her cheeks flushed pink; pink like the soft pink nipples peaking her heavenly tits. Fuck me, I could bury my face for days in the soft, creamy skin of those breasts and the way they defy fucking gravity in the way they sit so high and perky on her chest despite being so big.

  And she’s so fucking wet for me that I can see it glistening in the low light of her dorm room. I can see how ready and willing that tight little pussy is, ready for me as I hover above her about to plunge my cock balls deep into that impossibly tight channel.

  Jesus, her dorm room.

  Yeah, this girl is perfect, but she’s also so fucking wrong. She’s legal, but she’s a student; my student for God’s sake. She’s my perfect, straight-A student that sits front and center in my freshman english literature class at Hardham College. The one I lose my damn words over when I get sucked into watching her. The one I lose my place in my readings over when I watch her chewing on the end of her pen, her eyes lost in the book in front of her, or when she crosses and uncrosses her legs. She’s not trying to be sexy, but that’s exactly what gets me hard as a fucking rock for her.

  I doubt the University would be happy to know about my lusting over a student, but I know they’d be more than pissed if they could see me now, with the head of my cock brushing against her silken, pouty pussy.

  Her fingernails drag up my back, her hips undulating as if begging me with her body to plunge into her. I’m all too willing to oblige.

  She whimpers when I enter her, sliding my thick tool deep inside of her and practically choking on my breath at how impossibly tight and wet she is.

  Of course she is, she’s only done this once before.

  Once before, with me, when I popped her cherry and took her innocence. When I had her writhing on my cock, bucking against me and coming like a damn train going off the rails. When she begged me to fill her, and when I finally let go and pumped every drop of cum deep inside her young, unprotected pussy.

  It’s barely been twenty-four house since, but I can’t even believe I’ve lasted this long without another taste. That honey between her legs is like my Goddamn drug, and I know I’m hopelessly addicted to it.

  She rocks her hips up off the bed, moaning as the extra leverage grinds my cock even deeper inside of her; so deep that there’s no way I could possible fill her small body any further. It’s almost obscene the way her pink pussy lips stretch around my thick shaft, or the how small and delicate she looks under my much older, muscled body.

  Obscene like a man my age fucking a girl her age. Obscene like taking an college freshman girl’s cherry on the top of my desk in the english department building where she’s my student not twenty-four hours ago. Obscene like how wrong it is on every level for me to be looking at this girl, much less plunging my cock in and out of her clenching, willing pussy.

  I’d had the door locked and the shade drawn yesterday, when I tasted that young body for the first time and when I pushed through her innocence and claimed her as mine. We’re in her dorm room now, though, and the door’s not locked. Her damn roommate could walk in at any time and see us like this, and God knows what sort of shit would hit the fan then.

  Fuck, I can hear other students partying down the hall - other students I probably teach, come to think of it. And none of them can possibly know that I’m balls deep in one of their peers right now. None of them would guess in a million years that the goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet that sits at the front of the class and aces every test, and does every extra-credit assignment with flying colors is moaning under me and clawing at my back while her pussy milks me for all that I’m worth. None of them would ever guess that the girl with the black-rimmed glasses, and the hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the normally conservative dress for a college girl her age is now spread-eagle under her professor without a stitch of clothing save a pair of knee-high socks; the glasses to the side, and the normally contained hair wild and free across the sheets beneath her.

  She’s so fucking tight and so wet, like a silken glove around my bare cock. Oh, right, as if this needed anything else to be more obscene. Not only am I fucking a student half my age, but I’m bare and totally unprotected inside of her. And just like yesterday, I don’t give a fuck. Just like yesterday, I have a single, primal urge to fill this girl with my seed and make her mine.

  Mine, more than she already is.

  She’s moaning and whimper beneath me, making these little cooing sounds that have my cock surging inside of her. She wraps her legs around me, pumping up to meet my thrusts as I start to fuck her harder and deeper, as if urging me on. And any fear I have of hurting her, or breaking her somehow - as small as she is and as big as my cock is inside of her - goes right out the window. Because I know she wants as much as I can give her, and damn am I going to give it to her.

  She gasps as I grab her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck as I bite at the skin there. “You want me to fill you up again, don’t you,” I growl, sliding my cock deep and feeling my heavy balls slap against her tight little ass. “You want to feel my come inside this tight little pussy, don’t you?”

  “Oh, God! Yes!” She moans. “Yes, Professor Martin, I want it!”

  I groan, hearing her say my professional name like that again, like she did yesterday. It makes the whole thing even dirtier, and even more lewd to hear her call me “professor” like that, and I can feel the cum start boil inside my balls.

  She’s whimpering and moaning, her hands clawing at my back and her hips urging me on as I feel her near-virginal pussy start to clench around me. I know she’s close, and I want to make her come harder than she’s ever come before. I know no other man, and no other boy has ever touched her - a thought that gets me harder than steel. But I want to make her come like she’s never even conceived of coming before. I want to sear the memory of my cock buried so deep inside of her, and her my voice in her ear, and my cum filling her up until it dribbles down her legs so vividly across her mind that she never forgets this moment.

  I start to roll my hips, rocking my cock in and out of her as I reach down and start to roll her clit in circles. She goes into overdrive beneath me, her breath coming in gasping hitches and her tits rocking back and forth like soft, perfect tear-drops as I fuck her hard and deep. I can feel her start to clench around me, her impossibly tight pussy starting to milk me as I feel myself start to lose all sense of control.

  “I want you to come for me, Ellie,” I growl in her ear. “I want to feel that pussy come all over my big cock and
I want to feel your juices run down my balls as they empty every fucking drop inside of you.”