All Chapters of Her Professor's Pet : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

WAP I take him into my mouth. He fills the entirety of my cheeks and I feel my mouth stretch to accommodate his thickness. He hisses in pleasure. And this motivates me to take more of him into my mouth. I move up of his shaft slowly, adjusting to his girth. But he soon hits the back of my throat and my lips were barely away from the tip of his shaft. I gag on it unintentionally when he hits the little gangly thing at the back of my throat. I stifle the urge to share the private joke about Cardi B's song, WAP. Lest he shuts this down with one of his spiels about love. “Easy.. easy.” He tells me. His words were breaths and barely above a whisper. I slowly ease my mouth away from him, a trail of spit in my wake. “I’m just getting started.” I tell him with a smile.He cups my chin, I stare into his eyes, they were completely dark now, dominant professor was here to stay. “Show me what that mouth can do.” I grin in response as my palm cups him again.

HER“Wow.” I whisper because I am genuinely floored. My eyes soak up every picture as I continue to scroll. “I don’t think I have seen this much photos of me in one place. Let’s see how many..” My eyes bulge at the total number of pictures in the album named, HER. “Four thousand pictures? I didn’t even know there could be four thousand pictures of me anywhere..” In most of the pictures, my eyes are averted from the camera, clearly oblivious to the picture taking ceremony going on. “You basically followed me everywhere.” I note as I scrutinize the photos. I can’t even recall when most of them were taken. I let out a gasp when I see one familiar picture. “You were here for the celebration night?” Briefly, I look up to find him even redder than before, his eyes roaming his entire living room but not coming close to my general space. “Briefly. I could not stay long in case Henry recognised me.” He mumbles. My eyes go back to the pictures. It was t

HAPPY He gently leads me towards his bedroom. I have been in there countless times, I never once saw a painting of me. But trusting him and clinging on to his soft palms, I follow him all the way, to be honest I would go anywhere as long as he was leading me. I hadn’t noticed it before, since I was always out of it when i was in this room, but there was another door leading to another room, in his room. And I knew that wasn’t the bathroom as the bathroom door was opposite the door of this mysterious room. Was it where he kept the photos? Or was that a secret, sex, torture room. I won't even bother wondering why I thought of that or why the thought of it bring a secret sex room, excited me. “Not there.” He says, tugging on my arm when I move towards the secret room. Obediently, I turn away from the room and follow him. He goes to his head board, drops my hand and lifts the gigantic painting of the sea, I watch him in anticipation, my palms sweaty, and my throat

EXPERTISE“Priscilla Jacobs. Daughter and only child to the Dean of our school. Great.” I mutter to myself as I scroll through Priscilla’s social media. Her husband's face was always out of the frame, even in their wedding photos. He either had a sticker covering his face or had just his arm in the frame. But that’s okay, this was my area of expertise. It was quite easy to find him actually, almost like he wanted to be found. He had dropped a single rose emoji comments on all of her posts, and she ignored it but responded to other comments. “Billy Jones.” I murmur and proceed to find out everything the internet had on Billy Jones. My jaw dropped at the words that were used to describe him, genius, billionaire, the future. That was to be expected, after all he was the owner of almost everything tech. “Wow, i was unable to find her husband. You are good at this.” Jake says from over my shoulder, causing me to jump. “You scared me.” I whisper harshly as I scan

STREAM He sucks in a breath as my finger tips trail an invisible line in between my thighs. I suck in my lower lip, his fingers, no longer needing my guidance, move along, expertly, caressing and moulding the flesh in between my legs. My hands grip his shoulders for support, and his other hand adjusts my hands on his shoulders, so that I was hugging him. His other hand stayed under my shirt, or his shirt, squeezing and moulding my skin, moving upwards until he cups my core in the palm of his hand. I let out a shiver and a breath as he does. He groans into my ear and the sound of it is so arousing, I felt myself clench and unclench in his hand. “So fucking hot.” He murmurs.“Does.. does it remind you of inside of your house?” I ask, gasping. He chuckles, but squeezes me in his palm. I gasp in pleasure.“It’s hotter than inside my house...” He starts as he pins me between himself and a giant boulder. “And you know how I feel about hot places.” He say