Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger.



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He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. 

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He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. 


He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. 


He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation.


"But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. 


"Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. 


"Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin.


As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face.


THE HOT PROFESSOR

I'm gazing at my Princess from a few minutes who is sitting at the last desk of the classroom. Today she's wearing my simple black t-shirt tucked in the white jeans. She only wants to wear my clothes. 


Today morning I came into the room after preparing breakfast for us. I raised my brows in surprise when I saw her all ready for college in my t-shirt. She strolled towards me, smiling at me. 


"How I'm looking, Master?" She asked, encircling her arms around my neck. 


I grasped her waist and yanked her to myself, gazing into her eyes. "My clothes suit you a lot. You should wear them more often." I uttered. 


"I only like to wear your clothes because I want to feel your touch around my body for twenty-four hours." She whispered against my lips before taking my lips in her mouth. She kissed me hungrily, clenching my hair. I responded with equal flavour, gripping her waist tighter and grinding myself against her. 


Part: 59 Her Master is nothing without his Princess